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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 just right,

I don't want to waste time either - "

He turned his eyes to look at the pitch-black Fu Mourning God,

His tone was calm and certain. "You have it with you,

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 find 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, confirm it.

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

He replied nonchalantly, "What else?"

There was a hint of deliberate disdain in his low and slow voice, "If you didn't have what I needed... just a fallen Fu Mourning God who was about to lose himself..,

Is not worthy of me personally making a move. "

The moment these words were spoken, the figure hidden in the black fog clearly swayed a little.

"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,

He didn't know 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 him for 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 to curl the corners of his lips, revealing a pale smile, "Hahahaha, do you have any other questions, sir?

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, "It's 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 landed heavily on the ground with a dull thud. The scabbard sounded particularly thick and heavy.

"Crack — —"

A crater was smashed into the ground, and dense cracks spread out like a spiderweb, wantonly 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 said expressionlessly, "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 had already subconsciously made the most standard posture.

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

— — That's right … In his memory, his 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 at all, and he just continued, "First, 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 … … Ridiculous, such 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 scolded 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, 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 realized something, and suddenly clenched his fists, and his body tensed 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 be just '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 can't you?"

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 unprecedented 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: "You've forgotten the most important name, but you still recognize me?"

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

After saying that, the Fu Mourning God took out something that looked like a glass ball.

Inside the glass ball, there were various colors of light. Some were clear, some were dim. It was like a chaotic fusion of light.

And Jinjian immediately recognized that the light floating inside the ball was the spiritual energy of different people.

"Actually, I've always wanted to see brother.

But after falling, most of the Fu Mourning God aren't very good-looking. "

The black Fu Mourning God pondered for a moment: "Although I don't really remember, in my impression, I should be 'the most beautiful' or something?

Hahahaha, what an interesting statement.

The person who said this must have never seen brother before. "

Jinjian listened quietly, and then understood: "So, you want to collect this spiritual energy and forcefully purify yourself, right?"

His lips pursed into a line, and he felt inexplicably unhappy: "This spiritual energy is weak and impure. Not to mention the pain of forcefully purifying it, even if it succeeds, you'll only temporarily return to your original appearance."

This kind of action, rather than calling it a purification, was more like forcefully putting on a coat of light for darkness.

Not only would it last for a short time, but because of the conflicting power, it would also cause great pain.

"Stupid."

Jinjian frowned, and his voice turned cold: "An unequal exchange is not worth it."

"But to me, it's worth it."

The Fu Mourning God gazed at him gently, his crescent eyes flashing with an exceptionally serious light: "I have to appear in my best appearance in front of brother."

As the Fu Mourning God spoke, he broke the glass ball in his hand.

Then, countless rays of spiritual energy flew out, clustered around and flew into the Fu Mourning God's body, forcibly distorting and correcting the corruption on the surface.

— — Does it hurt?

— — Of course it hurts, it's like the body is being roasted on fire, the so-called broken blade is nothing more than this.

But … …

The black fog slowly dissipated, bit by bit, revealing a grey-white robe, blue cuffs, golden tassels, crescent moon blade pattern … …

Finally, it was a beautiful face that seemed to last forever.

Dark blue hair stuck to his white cheeks, the golden tassels gently swayed, and his eyes seemed to have a bright moon.

— — This is indeed, a unique beauty in the world.

The Fu Mourning God looked at himself, and after confirming that the spiritual energy was indeed useful, he looked up at his brother.

Then he found that Jinjian was staring at the top of his head.