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"Boring."

Jinjian leaned on his main body with one hand,

The bottom of his eyes returned to its initial calmness, "Since you don't intend to resist, then that's good.

I don't want to waste time- "

He turned to look at the pitch-black Fu Mourning God, and said calmly and firmly, "You have it with you, right?

That space travel device. "

At this point, Jinjian's purpose was clearly expressed.

The black Fu Mourning God naturally understood what he meant.

His fingertips twitched slightly, and his voice was hoarse and dry, "You... You came to me just to get that device?"

He probably couldn't completely hide his feelings.

For a moment, Jinjian sensed that the other party was sad.

In fact, this was not the first time Jinjian sensed such emotions from the other party.

It could be said that ever since he saw Jinjian..,

The other party seemed to have been immersed in an inexplicable heaviness.

Jinjian had a faint guess in his heart,

He felt that he needed to test it,

Or rather, to confirm it.

Thus, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God rubbed the hilt of his sword,

He replied indifferently, "Otherwise."

His low and slow voice carried a bit of deliberate disdain, "If it weren't for the fact that you have something I need … a depraved god of death on the verge of losing himself wouldn't be worthy of my personal intervention."

The moment he finished speaking..,

The figure hidden in the black fog clearly swayed.

"Hahahaha... that's right..."

The pitch-black Fu Mourning God supported his body with difficulty,

He covered his face with one hand and chuckled, "That's right... I'm just a fallen alien,

So... please don't get involved with me... "

— — this reaction....

Jinjian narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing whether to say that the other party was weak or strong.

He had originally planned to completely destroy the other party's calmness and rationality,

Then he would get the information he wanted.

But now it seemed..,

It seemed that he didn't need to do anything more,

The other party's heart was already dead.

However, even though she was in such a terrible state, she was still unwilling to reveal to him, unwilling to ask for his help, unwilling to confide in him …

— — Obviously, they should have a very intimate relationship.

That's right.

In fact, Jinjian already had a premonition —

Just like Jiazhou Qingguang from before, the Dark Fu Mourning God in front of him might have come from another dimension and knew "him".

Of course, it wasn't the current him, but the "him" of another world or another time.

"I'm very sorry."

Perhaps it was because Jinjian had been silent for too long, the black Fu Mourning God said softly, "The device you mentioned is not convenient, but troublesome.

That's why I can't give it to you now. "

It was clearly someone else who was making unreasonable demands, but because the other party was special, Fu Mourning God felt real guilt and self-blame for not being able to satisfy the other party's request.

The black Fu Mourning God thought for a moment before adding, "After I've dealt with those problems, I'll give you the device … As long as I'm still alive, the promise …"

"Enough."

Jinjian suddenly interrupted the other party's words.

— — That's really, inexplicably unpleasant …

Jinjian's expression was cold. His sharp gaze swept across the other party's body, and finally stopped at the other party's eyes.

The black Fu Mourning God knew that Jinjian couldn't see him clearly under the black fog, but when he looked into the familiar yet unfamiliar golden eyes, the black Fu Mourning God couldn't help but twitch his fingertips.

Then, he took a deep breath and tried his best to curl the corners of his lips, revealing a pale smile, "Hahahaha, do you have any other questions?

It's not good to be too greedy. "

Jinjian looked at him without saying a word.

It wasn't until after a while that Black Death God Fu almost couldn't help but flee that Jin Jian looked away. Then, he clicked his tongue almost rudely, "Too ugly."

Fu Mourning God: "… …"

Jinjian didn't care that the other party seemed to have suffered another blow, and he raised his right hand.

The original Odachi was raised high, and then it fell heavily.

The bottom of the scabbard hit the ground with a dull thud, and the scabbard sounded particularly thick and heavy.

"Crack — —"

A crater was smashed into the ground, and dense cracks spread out like a spiderweb, unscrupulously crawling all over the ground.

In the dead silence, there seemed to be the faint sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Looking at the cracks on the ground, Jinjian felt a little better, and he spoke with an expressionless face, "I want to tell you two things."

He looked up, "Stand up straight and listen carefully."

"… … Yes!"

The black Fu Mourning God didn't even have time to think. By the time he reacted, his body was already subconsciously in the most standard posture.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the past, and a familiar scene overlapped with this moment in his memory.

— — That's right … In my memory, my elder brother used to make everyone stand in a row and preach …

Jinjian glanced at the Fu Mourning God indifferently, and he felt that the black fog around the other party seemed to have lessened a little.

However, he had no intention of delving into it, and he just continued, "First of all, I'm not stupid, so your acting can't fool me."

— — Pretending to be calm, pretending to not care, pretending to not know each other … How laughable, this kind of acting couldn't even fool himself, so how could it fool him?

The black Fu Mourning God heard this, and his eyes widened slightly.

He had a bad premonition, and he couldn't help but want to retreat.

However, he had only carefully moved a step when Jin Jian seemed to have sensed something and suddenly raised his eyes to look over.

Jinjian's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm, "I haven't finished speaking."

"… … Sorry."

The Fu Mourning God silently moved back to his original position, "I'll listen carefully."

— — This kind of deja vu of being reprimanded by his elder brother when he was just born …

He still remembered that once his elder brother showed such an expression, all the members of the Three Swords Sect would activate their passive skill — —

Under the Soil — — "Elder Brother, I'm sorry."

— — Ah, ah, meeting again after so many years, how nostalgic.

A fleeting smile appeared on the black Death God Fu's face.

Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God who suddenly became obedient, and continued in an indifferent tone, "Second of all, do you know what kind of people I hate the most?"

"… … People who are taller than you?"

"You can shut up now."

Jinjian glanced coldly at the Fu Mourning God, and continued, "I hate people who think they're infallible — — they think they're right, they think they're sacrificing, they think they're protecting."

The black Fu Mourning God seemed to realize something, and suddenly clenched his fists, his body tensing up inch by inch.

Jinjian forcefully tore apart the Fu Mourning God's pretense with a casual tone, "You clearly know me, but you want to separate me from your world."

"I don't know what kind of people you've provoked, but — —"

Jinjian raised the corner of his lips, and his golden eyes looked disdainfully at him, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

— — He was very strong.

He was much stronger than anyone had imagined!

In his original world, as the strongest existence that no one was qualified to use, his combat level had never been tested or measured.

However, he had always had a feeling that he could kill "Concepts."

Of course, after transmigrating to another world, he had already lost part of his power.

But in this world, it was more than enough for him to deal with.

The black Fu Mourning God stared at him in a daze, and his dry eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "You — —"

Jinjian raised his hand to interrupt him, "Are you sure you don't want to call me by my title, or am I really just 'Your Excellency'?"

"Not 'Your Excellency.'"

The black Fu Mourning God lowered his head slightly and sighed softly, "How can it just be 'Your Excellency' …"

Then, he raised his head, and it was unknown whether he was muttering to himself or asking, "Can I … Can I really …?"

"Why not?"

Jinjian took a step forward, and with confidence and calmness, he said, "I'm right here — — so, feel free to call me."

The Fu Mourning God's throat choked, and at that moment, he seemed to have a lot to say.

But in the end, he just laughed softly with a trembling voice, and then, with an unprecedentedly clear voice, he called out — —

"It's been a long time, brother."

— — It's really … been a long time, a long time, a long time …

After all that had happened, the lost moon had finally …

He had found his source of light …

…

Even though Jinjian had guessed it from the beginning, he was still a little surprised when he actually heard it.

Now that he was the Fu Mourning God, it was impossible for him to have any blood brothers like humans.

Therefore, the only remaining possibility was …

"You are a sword forged by Lord Father."

The black Fu Mourning God nodded and gently sighed: "That's right, I am a member of the Three Blades Sect.

However, I have yet to be born in this era. If you want to see 'me', I'm afraid you'll have to wait for some time. "

Jinjian nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

The black Fu Mourning God was silent for a moment. Finally, he said hesitantly, "In fact, ever since I fell, my memories have …"

"You're saying that you've forgotten your name?"

Seeing the Fu Mourning God nod, Jinjian lowered his eyes, unable to discern his emotions: "You've forgotten the most important name, but you still recognize me?"

"Because I won't forget you, brother, no matter what."

After the Fu Mourning God finished speaking, he took out something that looked like a glass ball from his bosom.

Various colors of light flowed within the glass ball. Some were clear, some were dim, and it was like a messy fusion of light.