Chapter 879 There is no grievance between us, meet the Lord Fujun
Fu Jun put one hand into the water, and the surrounding environment changed instantly.
He stood in a dense forest, and the sound of insects came from far away. However, in an instant, it turned into a starry sky, and in another instant, it turned into a Yin River filled with countless ghosts.
All the surrounding environments are like countless chaotic, seemingly disorganized and garbled images.
The sound in each picture also turned into a sizzling noise as the picture changed.
After the initial blink of an eye changed once, it immediately accelerated continuously, so fast that everything around it turned into colorful bands of light.
When the brilliance of not seeing anything at all accelerates to the extreme.
Darkness has fallen.
The purest black is the whole world.
In the whole world, there is only low background noise.
Fu Jun, who had transformed this part of his memory, stood in the darkness and looked at this scene with some surprise.
He also didn't expect that even though his memories could be condensed into human form, Qin Yang's memories were so chaotic.
All memories are like black water, mixed together drop by drop, and there seems to be no difference on the surface.
But the arrangement inside it is no longer what it was originally.
All the pictures transformed from memory are extracted frame by frame, and then piled together randomly.
Even if it's just a few hundred years of memory that exists in this way, it's an astronomical number that no one can sort out.
The picture frame by frame is like a sequenced puzzle. Taking the picture as a unit, how many pieces will there be in the final puzzle?
One breath only counts sixty frames. In the years that Qin Yang has existed, there are at least trillions of puzzle pieces.
We can piece together this puzzle frame by frame in sequence, with trillions of pieces arranged and combined. I can’t tell how many possibilities there will be.
From these countless permutations, no one can find the only correct one.
Outsiders, even if it was the Heavenly Lord back then who had opened the Si Zi Jue, it would be impossible for them to figure it out and find the only answer for ten thousand years.
Fu Jun stood in the darkness. The moment his thoughts flashed across his mind, he immediately gave up. He suddenly shook his head and laughed.
"No wonder you can affect the River of Forgetfulness here in the Realm of the Dead, and you can affect your own memory to this extent. It is indeed unprecedented and astonishing."
Fu Jun slowly stretched out his hand, and the darkness around him disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, his hand also retracted from the black water below.
Fu Jun walked out step by step, within the area covered by the black water, and stood on the blood-yellow River of Forgetfulness, quietly watching the black water in front of him slowly shrinking, as if it was about to condense into Qin Yang's form again.
Suddenly, he stared at the gradually shrinking black water, frowned slightly, looked around, looked up again, gently raised one foot, and landed on the River of Forgetfulness again.
A ripple centered on his feet and slowly spread.
However, this time, the Forgotten River remained motionless. Wherever the ripples passed, the world seemed to be distorted. All the images visible to the naked eye seemed to have turned into water waves, constantly changing shapes with the ripples.
Everything around me suddenly became unreal and unreal.
The next moment, the mountains and rocks collapsed, the River of Forgetfulness collapsed, and everything visible to the naked eye shattered like broken glass.
The surroundings were still pure darkness, and there was still a continuous buzzing noise in the background.
This place is still in Qin Yang's memory.
All the puzzle pieces are merged into black and background noise, but that doesn't mean that they are really all the puzzle pieces.
Fujun thought he had gone out, but in fact, it was still Qin Yang's new memory after he appeared here.
Using the memory of the environment to recreate the environment, everything will not seem to have changed, but in essence it is completely different.
"With such attainments, I really underestimate the world's heroes. However, such small tricks cannot trap me."
Fujun sighed.
In the darkness, a figure of Qin Yang walked out, and he sighed with regret.
"Even if it's just a part of Mr. Fu's memory, it's not that easy to solve. I really don't want to solve you so easily.
It's just that the speed of your discovery is still a little faster than I thought."
Qin Yang had no choice. As soon as he arrived here, he immediately observed the surroundings and turned everything here into new memories, so that he could recreate this place in his memory without any flaws.
But memories that have not been experienced are naturally not so real and have flaws.
After he appeared here, he gathered his body for the first time. It was instinctive, and since he came from across the border, he would naturally be a little slower.
His figure was shattered by Fujun and turned into black water again and fell into the River of Forgetfulness. However, the second time he condensed his figure, it would definitely be faster than the first time.
He has never experienced condensing his body shape for the second time, so this part is a flaw.
Fu Jun saw through it at a glance and found a breakthrough point.
Qin Yang kept to himself and explained his speculation in a leisurely manner.
Then he looked at Fujun.
"I'm not wrong, this is the only flaw I can find."
"That's right." Mr. Fu nodded, then looked at the darkness around him, and then looked at Qin Yang again: "But what I'm more curious about is that your first card has been played, and you have delayed it for so long.
time, how are you going to trap me next?"
"You can try." Qin Yang's transformed figure stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Fu Jun stamped his foot, and the darkness around him suddenly shattered.
It then reversed evolution and turned into colorful light bands again, and finally slowly slowed down and turned into rapidly changing pictures.
Finally, it changed back to the original scene of the dense forest.
When the scene of the dense forest collapsed, Fujun thought he had escaped from Qin Yang's memory.
What I saw behind me was endless darkness and humming background noise.
He frowned slightly, pointed it as a sword, and slashed in front of him. The invisible power directly cut into pieces the darkness.
Darkness collapses...
Then came the colorful light strips, the picture, and finally the dense forest, and then darkness, the colorful light strips...
After doing this three times, his strength was exhausted and he was resettled in the dense forest.
The prince's expression became more solemn.
He raised his head, looked up into the darkness, and struck out again, this time setting a trap seven times.
After pushing this infinite cycle to the extreme, he finally found a gap at the end of each loop.
He wanted to rush out along the gap, but found that there was a barrier in front of him, and his power, the embodiment of memory, could not shake the barrier at all.
He discovered that this was not in Qin Yang's memory at all, but in a sphere.
In other words, Qin Yang's memory is in a sphere.
The barrier, the fleeting breath, and the charm contained gave him a particularly familiar feeling.
Indestructible, just like the rules themselves, isn't this the characteristic of innate things?
He stood in the dense forest again, with a trace of unconcealable shock finally appearing in his eyes.
"You use an innate object to carry your memory?!"
"Is there a problem?" Qin Yang's figure walked out of the dense forest.
"Are you a defender of the memory school?"
"I'm not a defender of Taoism, nor a member of the memory school." Qin Yang answered honestly.
"..." Mr. Fu didn't know what to say for a moment.
The most unparalleled prodigal in history, the most extraordinary prodigal in history, the best fairy among prodigal sons, the congenital prodigal son, is the guy in front of me.
He had never seen it, never heard of it, never even thought that it could be done like this.
From the memories he currently has, there are probably some stories. In his time, after reaching a certain extreme in cultivation, innate objects were the bridges that crossed boundaries.
The treasure that can give the greatest help when you truly complete the step of transformation into an immortal.
Even people from the memory school would never do this like Qin Yang.
Qin Yang smiled, with a look of relief on his face.
Fu Jun, even if he is only the incarnation of a part of his memory, his knowledge must be much higher than his.
Since the other party said that the innate insect shell is really an innate thing, then this is an authoritative certification.
The innate insect shell must be an innate thing.
He had already thought about it in advance before coming back.
This part of his memory has to cross the boundary between life and death from the River of Forgetfulness.
And what he can be sure of is that the Wangchuan branch that must exist in the wilderness is the branch that Fujun contacted him before.
Only this section can guarantee to the greatest extent that he can overcome it.
But if we come back from this period, if the incarnation of Fu Jun’s memory has not found something to carry it and has not left Wangchuan.
After he passes, he must face the incarnation of part of Fu Jun's memory.
Even if you don't think about it before, the other party has actually tricked him once from the air.
He must also consider "becoming an enemy of the Lord's memory" as a prerequisite.
It is essential to be on guard against others. He will not put his life on the fact that a stranger is a good person, even if this person is not the king of the house.
Since we have to be on guard, isn’t it necessary to prepare in advance?
To strike first is to be strong, to strike later is to suffer disaster.
His memory, wrapped up in it, is his first golden elixir, and inside it is his practice of eternal purgatory, and the life and memories integrated into it, which circulate endlessly.
According to his experience, innate things have no impact on either the world of the living or the world of the dead.
So, in theory, the golden elixir he refined using the innate insect shells from the realm of the dead would have no effect even if it appeared in the world of the living.
This is the security provided by Qin Yang, and it is also to prevent the incarnation of Fu Jun's memory.
As long as there is a problem, first trap this guy in an infinite loop world.
Moreover, when this bitch felt that he had crossed the boundary, he actually got angry.
First, hide it in the place where he emerged. After he condensed his body shape, the incarnation of Fu Jun's memory had already been hidden in his body shape.
It blasted his body from the inside out, trying to steal a glimpse of his memory.
Look, if the other party hadn't been so tall, there wouldn't have been anything else.
"You can still live if you cause evil to God, but if you do evil to yourself, you will not live."
"It is not a memory school, but it is deeper than the memory school. Is it really rare? Or is it that in this era, there is no difference between schools?"
"Indeed, I have never seen this kind of dispute between schools. I have only heard of this so-called school. Actually, if you ask me, aren't these just two choices? It's just like the difference between cultivating the devil's path and following the righteous path. What's there to argue about?
Yes, as long as it’s easy to use.”
"That's right." Mr. Fu nodded, agreeing very much.
While the two were chatting, the dense forest world here suddenly shook.
Qin Yang raised his head and glanced at Fujun.
"What goes around comes around. You delayed for a while because I underestimated you, and I delayed for a while because you underestimated me."
The prince nodded slightly and smiled softly.
"Haha..." Qin Yang changed his mind and laughed a little.
He really didn't expect it this time.
This guy himself is an incarnation of memory, transformed by a part of memory, but he continues to divide a part of it and transform into an incarnation again.
One is here to make things happen, and the other is still coordinating things.
In other words, this bitch had already made plans as soon as he appeared.
Talk about defeat before talking about victory.
"You all know that this is an innate thing. You don't think that your other incarnation can destroy my golden elixir, right?" Qin Yang didn't panic and asked curiously.
"Indeed it cannot."
"So, have you forgotten one thing again? If your avatar is so close to me, something will happen."
"Indeed, my other incarnation can easily be trapped by you again." Mr. Fu smiled and didn't seem to be panicking.
On the surface of the Forgotten River, Fu Jun's memory was incarnated, and pointed as a sword, which was pointed on the black water. Under the ripples, a golden elixir slowly took shape in the black water.
When the golden elixir took shape, Fu Jun's memory incarnate and pointed at the golden elixir.
Terrible power erupted from within the Forgotten River, creating a hollow bubble in the river. The bubble grew larger and larger, and the power burst out began to grow stronger and stronger.
However, the golden elixir was trembling slightly, but it remained unmoved. Its surface was round and smooth, let alone broken, without leaving even a mark.
Fu Jun's memory incarnation frowned slightly, and immediately noticed that something was wrong with this golden elixir.
Especially the charm he forced out was obviously an innate thing.
His other half, the incarnation, has been trapped inside and cannot get out.
Behind him, the black water has wrapped up, and he has no way to avoid it. If he is submerged by the black water, his ending will be exactly the same as the other half's incarnation, trapped and dead in this golden elixir.
The power bursting out from his fingertips became stronger and stronger, and the bubbles under the golden elixir also grew larger and larger.
When the force accumulated to the limit, it exploded with a bang.
On the surface of the Forgotten River, a huge gap in the shape of a bowl exploded.
The incarnation of Fu Jun stood on the side of the giant bowl, pointed at the golden elixir, and gently picked it with his fingertips. A strange force circled the golden elixir, and the golden elixir jumped out of the water.
The incarnation of Fu Jun in the golden elixir looked up and saw that the world of the dense forest seemed to have transitioned from night to day in an instant, and he could already see the outside world.
"It is true that your golden elixir cannot be destroyed, but if the memory in Wangchuan leaves Wangchuan, it will lose its bearing and attachment, and you will be unable to do anything.
Even in the Forgotten River outside, there is still a little memory of you."
Qin Yang scratched his head and looked up at the situation outside Jindan.
Indeed, the moment the golden elixir leaves the water of Wangchuan, he here will also be trapped in the golden elixir.
Because the golden elixir is his dependence.
No one else could pull his golden elixir out of Wangchuan so casually, but the creator of Wangchuan was the only exception.
Now, no matter where the golden elixir is thrown, as long as it is not in Wangchuan, then it is just a golden elixir, a particularly hard bead.
However, faced with this situation, Qin Yang did not panic, he sighed.
"Okay, I won't act anymore.
To tell you the truth, I don't like partitioning, but I like backup.
Do you understand what backup means?"
…
The golden elixir jumped up from the water of Wangchuan, and at the same time, the black water also wrapped around Fujun's incarnation.
These are actually Qin Yang's own memories, and what's in the golden elixir is just an infinite loop of backups.
The incarnation of Fujun looked at the black water enveloping him, his face calm and unmoved.
Now, even if he is submerged, Qin Yang can't trap him without the golden elixir.
He stretched out a hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, turned them into a sword, and slashed out with one strike.
At the same time, in the black water, there was a drop of memory in the black water, which unfolded directly and turned into Qin Yang holding a plastic black sword and slashing towards him.
This was Qin Yang's memory, which he recalled.
Two forces, one black and one silver, collided and were annihilated in mid-air.
However, the next moment, Fujun's body paused slightly and froze there.
Like poking a hornet's nest, the black water surrounding him was so densely packed that countless figures of Qin Yang emerged.
Some looked ferocious, some frowned, and some looked blank...
Half of them held plastic black swords, and the other half held bamboo flutes.
Moreover, the number of Qin Yang is still rising crazily. Every Qin Yang has the memory of holding a plastic black sword, striking a blow, or playing the Yumian Shenqu.
Thanks to the eagle that has completely disappeared, one person contributed everything.
Back then, he held a plastic black sword and killed eagles a hundred thousand times to the accompaniment of the Yumian Anthem. By the end, he was completely numb and could only swing the sword mechanically.
Now, every time you swing your sword, you can create a Qin Yang.
Just what Yuanluo has contributed is already too much to use up.
The incarnation of Fujun was hanging in the river, expressionlessly looking up, down, left, and right at the black light coming from all directions, while his ears echoed with the Yumian Shenshen Ensemble played by eight hundred Qin Yang.
The black light and the sword light, accompanied by the ripples formed by Qu Yi, hit the central incarnation of Fu Jun without any blind spots.
He couldn't resist it at all.
All his abilities and powers at the moment are essentially powers in memory, and they are just memories.
Even though the power Qin Yang exerted was essentially memory, the overwhelming power was completely unexplainable.
He stood there, not resisting needlessly, but just watching quietly.
This incarnation disappeared without a trace in the radiance and was completely annihilated.
The next moment, all Qin Yang disappeared together, turned into black water again, and merged into the River of Forgetfulness.
The huge bowl-shaped depression on the surface of the Forgotten River suddenly swelled up at this moment, and the water waves jumped up with a roar.
The golden elixir was flying upwards when it was hit by a huge wave that came from behind and crashed into the stone wall.
The water waves fell, and the golden elixir also bounced twice on the stone wall, and with a click, fell into the River of Forgetfulness again.
He just landed in the dark water that had been waiting for him.
The golden elixir was once again infected with Wangchuan's characteristics. After dispersing, it merged into the black water and disappeared.
And inside Jindan, the world of dense forests also turned into darkness again.
"Look, I told you I won't act anymore."
Mr. Fu still felt a little incredible when he recalled the scene he just saw.
Countless Qin Yang emerged from the Wangchuan River, so densely packed that they seemed to burst this branch of the Wangchuan River.
"The sword that cuts off memories, the holy song that annihilates memory, how many people have you killed?
It seems that this kind of power cannot be used normally.
Have you killed all the memories of people in a world?"
"That's not true. In fact, there is only one. He is a die-hard supporter of the memory school."
Qin Yang told the truth, he was also a little emotional.
Thank you again for your dedication.
What Mr. Fu said is actually correct. If it weren't for the bird, the number of times he used the plastic black sword and the Yumian Anshen Song might not have been that many times in total.
With this amount of times and combined power, there is really no way to completely destroy Fu Jun's memory incarnation in all directions without blind spots.
But with the 100,000 contributions made by Yuan Hui alone, it is more than enough to wash this Wangchuan branch once.
"Now you want to kill this incarnation of me too?" Fu Jun asked casually, as if chatting with Qin Yang.
"If you hadn't tricked me that time before, I would have wanted to have a good chat with you. Even if it depends on the situation, your incarnation doesn't know much, but it's still better than that crazy incarnation in the Realm of the Dead."
Qin Yang continued to tell the truth.
Fu Jun thought for a while and smiled.
"I saw someone's power being transmitted here before, but I couldn't contact my other incarnation, so I knew that someone must have killed him.
Judging from your question, it seems that you really want to come back, so I will naturally lure you there."
"So, the bridge coming back is indeed related to these water veins, but you are vague and don't tell me the key points, but you just have the attitude that you can trick someone to death, and it doesn't matter whether you trick someone or not." Qin Yang replaced
He added the next words.
"You are a sensible person." Mr. Fu laughed. He really thought so and did it smoothly.
"So, I originally thought that if your madman turned into a grudge against me, I would naturally chop him to death.
I hacked him to death, so you conveniently tricked me, but the information you gave me was also correct. If I can come back, the information you gave me is quite crucial.
If this goes on, you come and I go, when will it end?
So I thought at that time, if I can successfully cross the boundary and come back, and you are still here, it would be best if we could turn our hostility into friendship, and it would be best if we could have a good chat.
It's a pity that you, the person, insist on attacking me.
I see, it’s not that you hate me for killing your incarnation, or that you’re afraid that I’ll find out what you’re doing to me and come to you to take revenge. You’re just used to being aloof.
When you see me coming, you do it without asking any questions. You rummage through my memory to find the answer you want.
Actually, if you don't take action and ask me directly, I am such an honest person and don't want to offend a big guy like you, so I will give you a step and tell you directly.
Let’s clear up the misunderstanding and turn the hostility into friendship.”
Qinyang Barabala analyzed it.
The prince was thoughtful, thought about it for a moment, and nodded lightly.
"What you said seems to be quite right. I really don't blame you. Maybe the memory I have left now is my mentality at that time. It is indeed a bit like the gods in the ancient heaven."
"So, if things develop like this, you have to take the blame." Qin Yang took the opportunity to take the blame.
"Hahaha, you are quite interesting." Fu Jun laughed and stood up: "Are you going to take action now? If you don't take action, my people may come to pick me up at any time."
"Are you in such a hurry?"
"Then let's talk about it again. Although this memory of mine is not too important, it still contains a lot of things. How about I give this memory to you? It will just let you know some things and save you the trouble of doing anything."
"Don't..." Qin Yang shook his head immediately.
"I don't want to know anything. As I said just now, I really don't want to offend you. In my impression, the prince has a large layout, strong strength, and a good reputation. Based on my experience,
, you are definitely not a good person either.
So, I can only kill your incarnation.
Then, I will also cut off the memory of meeting you.
In this way, you won't remember that we have grudges, and I won't remember that the next time we meet, it will be hello and me, and maybe we can hit it off and have a drink together.
The most thorough way of turning hostilities into friendship is as if nothing ever happened. How wonderful."
The prince couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.
"You think so carefully, it's useless to do anything I want to do. Okay, you go ahead and do it."
Qin Yang stood up and bowed his hands.
"I hope our grudges will disappear completely."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold it, and a plastic black sword appeared in his hand.
At the same time, the dense forest beneath my feet disappeared and turned into a shadow.
One hundred thousand densely packed Qin Yang appeared together and turned into a ball, wrapping Fu Jun's incarnation inside. Fu Jun stood at the center of the ball.
An all-round funeral ceremony with no blind spots.
Looking at this scene again, Mr. Fu couldn't help but sigh.
"It's not an unjust death."
"By the way, one more question, who are you?"
Qin Yang held the plastic black sword in his hand and burst into laughter.
"Quickly pull him down. At this moment, he is still trying to trick me while I let my guard down.
Don't think about it, I won't tell you my name, even a pseudonym is impossible.
You, just go in peace."
As soon as the words fell, countless black sword lights, accompanied by the large-scale Yumian Anshen Ensemble, the incarnation of Fu Jun was completely annihilated and dissipated.
In the black water of Wangchuan River, Qin Yang's figure floated up from the water, with his feet on the water, looking at this section of Wangchuan River.
As soon as the idea struck, the Qin Yang Ensemble appeared. The ensemble was divided into two waves, one going upstream and one going downstream, and they began to wash the floor meticulously.
We will not miss every blind spot in Wangchuan and advance in all directions.
An hour later, those who went upstream walked back from the downstream, and those who went downstream walked back from the upstream. The two waves of Qin Yang converged in the center.
After doing this three times, the blood-yellow River of Forgetfulness was washed into transparency, and then the Qinyang Ensemble dissipated.
After that, separate his memory from the moment he appeared in this River of Forgetfulness, including the time he just washed the ground, and annihilate it directly.
After being stunned for a moment, Qin Yang stood on the water, looking up at the crack above his head, then looked around, walked around along this branch of Wangchuan River, scratched his head, and murmured to himself.
"Eh? The incarnation of the Lord of the Palace has gone out, right?"
Looking down at the crystal clear water below, which was exactly the same as what he saw in the Realm of the Dead, Qin Yang sighed softly.
"This branch of Wangchuan River is so clear, I guess it has already left.
Hey, the founder of Wangchuan is really different. He can come and leave whenever he wants.
Forget it, I killed his madman memory incarnation. He tricked me and told me the key information. It is better not to have any grudges.
This kind of giant has too many tricks, and the big boss also has a lot of tricks, so I can't afford to offend him."
Qin Yang stood on the water, waiting quietly, waiting for someone to pick him up, make him whole again, and truly resurrect.
It is a trivial matter to ignite life, but what we need to worry about now is the process of reunion.
I don't know what happened to the other parts.
There is nothing to worry about when it comes to weak water. Even if something happens to your sister-in-law's territory, it won't be overturned.
There should be no problem in the Underworld part. The young Sanshen have all come over, so that must be the territory of the Underworld ferryman.
This guy was stinky and shameless back then, and the mere shipping fee was enough to darken the petals of his night-blooming epiphyllum.
As the old saying goes, a car and boat shop's legs and teeth should be killed even if it is not guilty. This guy definitely fits the "ship".
There is definitely nothing wrong with the obsession of going to hell.
Qin Yang is the least worried about the part that walks through the sea of blood. The part that holds the fourth golden elixir is the most dangerous part for him.
Moreover, there are only three places where Huangquan may be located, so it’s not too difficult to deal with.
Only the physical body worried Qin Yang the most. It had no consciousness, no memory, and had not yet been ignited to life. It was just a dead body.
If we encounter any particularly strong evil path, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome.
Moreover, there were the most branches of the Burial River in the wilderness world. The last thing he could not confirm was which section of the Burial River the physical body would emerge from.
I don’t know if my own person has taken over his physical body.
At that time, we considered that the physical body was the most dangerous, so we added an instinct to the physical body to let it go home on its own.
In this case, no matter which section of the Burial River the body appears in, the probability of being discovered is very high, and the speed of being picked up should be very fast.
Qin Yang transformed into a deck chair and lay on the water, looking up at the crack above his head, waiting in boredom.
It's a pity that this is in the Black Forest Sea, and there is no sunlight at all. It's a fly in the ointment.
After waiting for who knows how long, I saw a seven-foot-long gray gecko on the cracked stone wall, running as fast as flying, rushing down the stone wall.
At a glance, the gecko could see the crystal clear Wangchuan River. Only Qin Yang, lying on the deck chair on the water, was particularly eye-catching.
When the gecko saw who it was, it was shaken all over and its eyes almost popped out of its sockets. It opened its mouth and screamed in surprise.
"Master Qin!"
Qin Yang looked up and down at the gecko, marveling at it.
Those who did not wait for him saw a deceased person first, a deceased person with memories.
Before he could speak, he saw the gecko hurriedly lying on the stone wall as a salute.
"My whole life, I have been here to see your lord, but I came late and kept you waiting for a long time. This is really not the right thing to do."
When Qin Yang heard these words, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
This guy is Fujun's subordinate and came to pick up Fujun, but he recognized the wrong person.
When this guy passed away, he actually deceived him and allowed him to pass away with his memories.
The moment all thoughts flashed through, they converged into a hint of murderous intent.
This child cannot be kept.
The moment he felt the change, the gecko lay there motionless in fear and explained quickly.
"My lord, calm down.
With the help of your great supernatural powers, I came to the afterlife. I have recently recovered a little memory. I heard about the changes in this place and rushed here immediately. Now that I can enter this place, I have tried my best to escape death.
I hope you will forgive me."
The gecko was lying on the stone wall, his heart still beating wildly, and he was so shocked that he almost went crazy.
I never expected that the new Master Qin from the Rebirth Department in the Fengdu family would actually be Master Fujun!
It's really high, simply too high.
Everyone has been exposed to it, but no one thought of it.
I'm afraid even if you think of it, no one will believe it.
Mr. Qin's supernatural power of rebirth has nothing to do with Mr. Fujun in all aspects.
"I'm not a prince!" Qin Yang flatly denied it.
The gecko's eyes trembled, and the moment the thought flashed across his mind, he quickly slapped himself in the mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes, Lord Qin, please forgive me. I have admitted my mistake. When I saw Lord Qin here, I was so happy that I lost my mind for a moment."
"..." Qin Yang's eyelids jumped wildly.
Subordinate? When did he become his subordinate? Still pretending to me!
Hack him to death! I will kill this guy no matter what I say today!