"Ah, yes, yes, we have met before." Qianjie Chicken nodded like pecking at rice, his golden pupils filled with one meaning: perfunctory.
Question: What should you say when a giant dragon that is too skinny for you to cram in its teeth and has existed since your ancestor was a tadpole says that he has seen you in front of you?
You can only cover yourself with a small quilt in the bridge hole, and say yes, yes, yes to everyone you meet.
Otherwise, what else can we do?
Putting aside the rather embarrassing question of whether you can survive the fight or not, age is all there. If you have to say that you have an agreement with you in a previous life or a previous life, can you still refute it?
Qianjie has no memory of his past life, ah, no, it seems he has.
But he can't show his so-called past life memories, saying that Silver Dragon King, you are actually a love brain that is no better than a real lizard, right? If he really wanted to show off, let alone slap him to death with an angry wing, the Silver Dragon was almost as big as a mountain. If he just roared or rolled due to emotional fluctuations, he would become a thousand calamity pancake.
The kind that Huo Yulin couldn't get back even after hundreds of years of hard work.
When there is no way to use the so-called past life memory as evidence, the other party can only accept whatever they say for thousands of kalpas - since you have no past life memory, how can you be sure that you were not someone in your previous life?
Even if the Silver Dragon King says that he was a dragon god in his previous life, he can't refute it...
"You don't think I would say something like, I knew you in your previous life, do you?" Yinlong seemed to have guessed what Qianjie was thinking, and there was a hint of inexplicable teasing in his beautiful voice, " Although I have indeed seen it, I remember that I never mentioned this, how did you associate it with your previous life?"
"Di Tian." Qianjie closed his glasses and calmed his thoughts for a while before opening his eyes again.
But there was still a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Qianjie has always cared about this sentence that he is very similar to the first-generation angel god, and he will naturally think of such a mysterious answer in his previous life.
It can't be that the appearance is similar due to pure blood inheritance. After all, the God of Angels is also a person nearly 20,000 years ago, and he can only be more or less. What kind of blood can return to his ancestors after such a long time?
What's more, there is no bloodline left in the Angel lineage - this was confirmed by Gu Yun.
He was just a lucky guy who got the inheritance of Angel God by chance.
All of Gu Yue's puzzling behaviors seemed to have answers.
"I almost forgot, Di Tian has also seen him." In the world of countless chaotic elements, only Miss Silver Dragon's voice seemed to have been laughing, "It seems, you don't believe it?"
The huge dragon eyes like purple gems looked at Qianjie again, one with an inexplicable smile.
Like him, smiling all the time.
"I don't believe it." Qianjie shook his head.
"Why don't you believe it? There is obviously a lot of evidence that proves this. For example, I have been following you..."
"There is also a lot of evidence to prove that I am not." Qianjie interrupted her, "If I remember correctly, the earrings Yulin owns are from the first generation of angel gods. Although it is not unusual for men to wear earrings, those earrings It is obviously a female thing, and no matter how you think about it, the first angel god should not be a psychopath disguised as a woman."
"The definition of gender doesn't determine anything for God. Maybe you were a woman in your previous life, but you just became a man in this life. Even if you want to be a girl now, I can't help you." The dragon His pupils were obviously filled with excitement, "Seriously, are you interested in switching genders? How about we swap genders and experience it?"
It doesn't look like a normal person, it's not right, this thing is a dragon.
The air suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
"Is there something wrong with you?!" Qianjie's voice suddenly increased, and then he turned around and fled at an extremely fast speed.
He just wants to enter other people's lives, how can there be any reason for others to enter his life? !
"Oh, just kidding." At the same time as the sigh, Qianjie's figure was fixed back to its original position, and even turned around.
She obviously didn't see any movement from this silver dragon. Considering this space filled with turbulent elements, it's not difficult to understand her method.
In other words, this is just a god finally showing some of her power.
"Is it possible that those earrings are mine?" Her voice suddenly changed, no longer carrying that unpredictable smile, as if she was feeling sentimental about something.
"The Angel God should be a great and upright person no matter how you think about it. He is not the same as an evil soul master like me who does everything possible." Qianjie tried to struggle for a while and found that he had been trapped within three feet of his body. In the space, I had to give up.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Guess?" Of course he couldn't believe it, because he really had a previous life.
If he accepts the idea that angel gods are the past lives, then what will become of those bits and pieces about the other world in his mind, those that have been his greatest reliance so far, those insights and knowledge that he is proud of?
Fictional fantasy? !
What has become of his arrogance, his indifference that he can talk to anyone, from emperors to the most powerful, to traffickers and lackeys, and his worldview that he insists on even if he is dying in the Holy Spirit?
Ridiculously ignorant? !
What has become of him, a person who clearly has memories of another world and a clear understanding?
Wedge of resurrection?
"You touch the corners of your mouth and you're no longer smiling. It means you believe at least part of it in your heart, doesn't it?"
"Whatever you say, you asked me to come here just to talk to me about unfalsifiable issues about my past life, right?" Qianjie raised his head and looked at the giant dragon who was still lying down, "If that's the case, then you It’s really boring.”
"For countless years, I have stayed in this space and cannot go out. How can I not be bored?" She was indeed lying on her stomach all the time. Facing the thousand calamities was only her huge head, while her larger body was hidden in the elements. In the turbulence.
Its body shape can only be judged through the faint shadow.
"Can you turn into a human form?" With one person and one dragon no longer discussing the more metaphysical issue of the past life, the atmosphere also relaxed, Qianjie tentatively made a suggestion.
This huge size indeed puts extraordinary pressure on people when talking.
Can you imagine that you are talking to a mountain?
Not to mention talking, being able to speak is already a great courage.
"No, my injury is very serious. If I really turn into a human form, you will probably only see a woman whose face is visible, but the rest of her body is a piece of rotten flesh."
No wonder that except for the head, Nuo Da's dragon body is hidden in the turbulence of the elements - no one likes to show their ugly and incomplete side in front of others, even if the person may be familiar, but it may be because they are acquaintances. Hidden deeper.
"No, you can change into a human form, but you still can't cover up the injuries on your body?" Qianjie gestured. The Silver Dragon King was injured, and the injury was very serious. The original time and space had mentioned it many times, and the current time and space Gu Yue herself mentioned this countless times when she was living in Huo Yulin's body.
But since you can transform a mountain-like dragon body into a human being less than two meters tall - this kind of extreme non-compliance with the conservation of mass, will it still be able to cover up some injuries?
Even if the dragon body hidden in the turbulent flow of elements is all white bones, it can still be filled with mass to create a perfect human body, right?
"When did you have the illusion that my injuries were just physical injuries? If it was really just a simple physical injury, I would have healed it long ago." The silver dragon's huge head shook. "Injuries caused by a god are naturally related to Together with the soul. The inversion of the soul affects the body. No matter what form the body is in, it will intuitively and unmistakably show the serious injury on my soul."
Then the strong wind caused by the shaking of the dragon's head blew Qianjie upside down. If there was not a space to imprison and lock him, he was extremely sure that he would be blown out.
So chatting with giant beasts is really troublesome.
One thing that must be mentioned is that since entering this special space, Miss Silver Dragon has never opened her possibly bloody mouth. She has always communicated with Qianjie through spiritual transmission.
Otherwise, the sound alone might deafen Qianjie.
"So, how are you recovering from your injuries?" Qianjie frowned. Now it is impossible to say that he has no contact with this silver dragon at all. After all, the initiative is not in his hands. In other words, thinking about facing God It must be taken into account when considering the combat power of the world, but in her current state...
In the original time and space, Miss Silver Dragon will be able to go out and run around ten thousand years later. In theory, she should be almost well-raised by now.
Of course, based on the performance of the original time and space, it cannot be ruled out that the injury is actually more serious - brain damage is naturally considered an injury.
"Don't expect me to be of any use before you and Yulin become gods." Miss Yinlong's tone was filled with lightness and joy, "My only hope now is that one of you can remember me better after he becomes a god. Heal my injuries, otherwise I will have to wait for death."
"The only hope? Waiting to die?" Qianjie jumped over the loophole in Miss Silver Dragon's words - if becoming a god can cure her injury, then she is also a god herself, why not cure it? It was obvious that the injury could not be cured by a simple god.
But how to say it? It is a bit far-fetched for a soul sect to discuss the matter of becoming a god in the future, but there is no need to do so.
Why don't we focus on another strange point, which is also a strange thing combined with the fact that Miss Silver Dragon was alive and kicking ten thousand years later in the original time and space. Why is it that she can be alive and kicking ten thousand years later, but now she is said to be the only one and waiting to die?
After all, things like being mentally retarded are just complaints from Qianjie’s heart—who in the original time and space was not a person with Down syndrome?
"Yes, waiting to die." Miss Yinlong's tone was still relaxed, "You probably know what kind of injuries I suffered, but what you definitely don't know is that the sword I received is no different from the sword the Dragon God received. .”
Qianjie nodded. Yuan Shikong seemed to have told something about how the Silver Dragon King received a sword from God Shura when he escaped from the God Realm - they were all struck by one person, so it makes sense that they are exactly the same.
"After the Dragon God suffered that sword blow, he split into the Golden King Dragon and me. I suffered the same sword blow. What do you think?"
"Schizophrenia Sword?" Qianjie thought for a while and answered the question, but it was still an answer.
The same sword must have the same schizophrenia.
"It's really a very vivid title..." A trace of astonishment flashed through the huge dragon eyes, followed by uncontrollable laughter.
"In other words, it was originally a sword that specializes the soul, but the Dragon God relied on his extremely strong vitality to withstand it, but the result was that the soul was split. I can't remember more." There was no laughter. After it lasted too long, Miss Silver Dragon regained her composure and continued to explain.
"As for me, I also have part of the vitality of the Dragon God. I could barely survive it at the cost of clearing my spiritual consciousness, but you saw the split that followed." The dragon's head moved back slightly, He signaled Qianjie to look at the dragon body hidden in the elemental turbulence.
"This is the price. I have been suppressing the birth of another consciousness, which has caused the previous injuries to become more and more serious. What's more, I have suffered another..." Miss Yinlong suddenly stopped talking, "Forget it. Anyway, you are still very weak now, so there is no point in knowing this. Let’s talk about another thing.
"We really did meet before. It's not the so-called past life, and I'm not just talking nonsense. It was when you were a child."
As a child?
Qianjie's face showed a perfunctory look visible to the naked eye.
For the same reason, he really couldn't remember the trivial things that happened when he was a child, and he was in a state of confusion and confusion. Travelers cannot violate physiological laws - infants and young children cry all the time except sleeping, so they really can't keep things in their minds.
This is determined by physiological laws and has nothing to do with spiritual will. No matter how strong a soul master is, he cannot ignore physiological laws - before every soul master awakens his martial soul, he is really not much different from an ordinary kid. He also has two noses and one pair of eyes. I will cry when I need to, and I will make a fuss when I need to.
In other words, it is still what Miss Yinlong said, and there is no way to prove it after thousands of tribulations.
"Don't believe it, I've seen it before. I even hugged you when I was a child. You were just such a small one..." Miss Yinlong obviously started talking again. It was obvious that if it weren't for the difficulty in moving because of her body shape, she would Probably stretch out his hand to make gestures.
"Then what? Do you want me to call you Shengma?" Qianjie sat down cross-legged and spread his hands, "It's not impossible. Anyway, I haven't met my biological mother, and I don't have any moral fetishes in this regard. So, Mom, I need milk, can you give it to me?"
"There's no need to call me a name. If you want to drink, as long as you can let me give birth to offspring. After all, dragons are not much different from you humans in this aspect..."
Qianjie slapped his forehead and almost forgot that this big lizard was so unrestrained when there were only two of them.
"Stop it, stop it." He quickly raised his hand to stop this topic that could easily slip into the abyss. "I have no interest in playing in the secret room with you. Why did you ask me to come here?"
"chat."
"That's almost enough chatting. It's time to let me go." Qianjie stood up and patted his butt, even though in theory there was no such thing as dust in this space.
"Discuss something."
Qianjie stopped turning around and looked solemnly at Miss Yinlong again. The real drama was coming.
"Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"
(End of chapter)
