One Thousand Four Hundred and Four: Wei Ci Assassinated (4)

Jiang Pengji said, "He can't kill Zixiao."

Can't kill so much?

Liu She said, "Be careful and be fooled by your cleverness! You can't even kill Wei Ci, where do you let his face as a 'god' go?"

Falling in love with Jiang Pengji is like forming an alliance with her, and you must be mentally prepared to be killed by her at any time.

Liu She suddenly sympathized with Wei Ci.

It's just bad luck, why do you fall in love with such a woman?

"You don't understand. It's better for the main body of the system to choose someone at random than to choose Zixiao." What else did Liu She want to ask, but Jiang Pengji said again, "I'll go find that thing to settle the accounts. Look at Zixiao, if something happens to him , don't blame me for disregarding the 'father-daughter relationship', even killing you."

Liu She: "..."

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After all, fathers have been loving and filial to their daughters for so many years, and if they turn their backs, they will turn their faces. Can there be some father-daughter friendship?

"What are you going to do?" Liu She managed to remain calm.

Jiang Pengji said, "The main body of the system has no entity. In theory, it can only attach to a special carrier, such as the Yin-Yang jade pendant. But I have confirmed that the Yin-Yang jade pendant I gave to Zixiao is not the carrier of the system main body. I can't find its carrier. This action probably won't kill it, but it's good to get back some interest. I'll invade Zixiao's spirit later and find the person who did the evil..."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Pengji sat down holding the knife, and solemnly closed her eyes.

Not long after, Liu She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

what did he see

He saw a slender and plump mature woman in a neat military uniform appearing beside Jiang Pengji.

The other party seemed to have seen him, nodded slightly, and turned into a ball of blue light into Wei Ci's eyebrows.

After a while, Wei Ci, who was struggling unconsciously, calmed down, and Liu She was relieved.

At the same time, Jiang Pengji's condensed spiritual body passed through a thick fog, and faintly saw a bright but not dazzling light coming from ahead.

Stepping through this layer of light, the originally chaotic and empty scene immediately turned into a bustling market.

Jiang Pengji frowned,

"Is this Zixiao's mental brain?"

She turned over and jumped onto the nearby building, tapped her toes, and left the busy market after a few jumps, and ran following the familiar aura.

After a few glances, Jiang Pengji judged that this was Wei Ci's previous life, or it could be said to be the most precious memory in his heart.

Everyone has their own spiritual brain domain, and each spiritual brain domain is a virtual world, and it is a reflection of the inner world.

Jiang Pengji's mental brain area is very simple, full of active mental energy, monotonous and boring.

Wei Ci was different, it was the first time for her to see such a concrete, vivid and delicate spiritual virtual world.

Jiang Pengji can also do this, but she can't simulate the smell of sunlight so vividly like Wei Ci.

After all, she is a violent warrior, capable of fighting, but not at all artistic.

"Why are you lying on our wall?"

Just as she was lost in thought, Jiang Pengji heard a soft and waxy child's voice coming from under the wall.

Jiang Pengji snorted, looked around, and found a fat boy sitting under the corner of the wall covered with tears.

"Are you talking to me?"

Jiang Pengji pointed to herself, the boy could actually see her?

Could it be that the boy in front of him is an extremely important person to Wei Ci, so he also "lived" in his spiritual world?

Jiang Pengji noticed that the faces of many people in the market were very blurry, which showed that Wei Ci's memory of them was very shallow, but the boy in front of him was delicate and cute, his eyes were black and bright under the thick eyelashes that were stained with tears, I can see that Jiang Pengji likes it too.

"Of course I'm talking to you—are you from Fanbang?"

The boy raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, his eyes were as red as a rabbit.

"Fan Bang?" Jiang Pengji looked down at her attire.

In the long-lost federal military uniform, she pulled out the Zhanshen Saber, and used the reflection of the blade to see her current appearance clearly.

It was not the familiar Liu Xi's face, but the face she had used for more than forty years in her previous life.

Needless to say, Jiang Pengji's good looks in her previous life, every time the army recruits new recruits, the adjutants like to use her refined pictures to trick the freshmen who graduated from the military academy. Even if she has a cold face, outsiders will feel that she is exuding strong hormones. Wearing a serious and regular military uniform, outsiders will also think it is a uniform temptation. In the words of Xianyu in the live broadcast room, she can rely on her face to eat, but she relies on her fists.

The only difference is probably the hair color, right?

Jiang Pengji curled a strand of hair with her fingers, and frowned slightly. Her original hair color was pure black, but now it is a warm and flamboyant fiery red. With that exotic vixen face, it is no wonder that the boy suspects that she is from a foreign country——

By the way——

Why did her hair change color?

"I'm from Fanbang, do you know where this place is?"

The boy said in frustration, "Of course I am my family..."

Jiang Pengji looked at him and asked him, "This is a very remote corner gate, why did you come here? Where's the servant?"

The boy's clothes look simple, but the clothes are made of fine silk, which is not something ordinary children can afford.

I don't know which word she poked at the boy's sore foot, but he cried out again, Jiang Pengji could only hug him to comfort him.

The boy was not afraid of strangers, on the contrary, he felt that Jiang Pengji gave him a very warm and reassuring feeling.

Who is Jiang Pengji?

If she wanted to trap anyone, she would definitely be able to trap all the coffins of the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors, let alone a boy.

Jiang Pengji won the boy's trust with a few words.

The boy's nickname is Fushou. He just celebrated his fourth birthday a while ago, and his father gave him a nickname, one named Cong.

Today is the memorial day of the boy's mother, a concubine Teng who is not valued in the backyard.

Seeing that his father didn't pay much attention to the memorial day of his biological mother, and went to the palace early in the morning to teach the dowager, the boy felt very sad.

Holding a scrap of silver in his hand, he planned to sneak out of the mansion to buy some sacrifices for his mother, so that she would not live too lonely underground, but he was short and weak, even if he secretly got rid of his servants, he still couldn't leave the mansion. It took him a long time to pile up a few stones, and he couldn't reach the courtyard wall when he stepped on them, but fell down instead, so he cried for a long time in pain, until Jiang Pengji appeared on top of the wall.

"How about I take you to buy it?"

Jiang Pengji touched the boy's head, so it turned out that it was Fushou.

Worshiping the "birth mother" on the festival day, isn't this child afraid that the real birth mother will swell his ass?

Jiang Pengji abducted Fushou out of the house, and bought paper money, candles and fruits for worship. Seeing him holding the basket contentedly, she felt amused.

Fushou's "birth mother" is just a concubine, and the spirit tablet is not eligible to be placed in the ancestral hall, so it can only be placed in a small courtyard in the corner of the mansion.

Jiang Pengji was smiling and watching the boy burn paper money for his "birth mother", when there was a burst of panicked footsteps outside.

She turned over and jumped onto the beam, and opened the door hastily.

"Fushou!"

The man who came in was obviously red-eyed, and when he saw the boy squatting on the ground, he was suddenly relieved.

"Daddy, daddy?"

The boy stood up in fright, hanging his head in grievance.

Before the man could say anything, the girl who was about ten years old followed him with a frivolous brow and a smile in her voice.

"Teacher, brother Fushou, is this...a worship to the 'birth mother'?"