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

Can't kill it, can you toss it like this?

Liu She said, "Be careful that being smart is mistaken by being smart! You can't even kill Wei Ci, where do you let him put his face as a 'god'?"

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, how can you look at such a woman with a cripple eye?

"You don't understand. It is better for the main body of the system to choose a random person than to choose a filial piety. Liu She wanted to ask something, Jiang Pengji said again, "I'll go find that thing to settle the account." You look at the idea of filial piety, if something happens to him, don't blame me for ignoring the 'father-daughter relationship', even you will be cut. ”

Liu She: "......"

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It's been so many years of filial piety for a father and daughter, and if you turn your face, you can still have a little father-daughter friendship?

"What are you going to do?" Liu She barely managed to compose.

Jiang Pengji said, "The main body of the system has no entity, and theoretically can only rely on special carriers, such as the Yin and Yang Jade Pendant. However, I have confirmed that the Yin Yang Jade Pendant I gave to Zixiao is not the carrier of the main body of the system. If you can't find its carrier, this operation will probably kill it, but it's good to get back some interest. I'll invade Zixiao's spirit later, looking for the main body of evil......"

After that, Jiang Pengji sat down with a knife and solemnly closed her eyes.

After a while, Liu She's eyes widened.

What did he see?

He saw a slender and plump mature woman in a neat military uniform appear next to Jiang Pengji.

The other party also seemed to see him, bowed slightly, and turned into a ball of blue light and disappeared into Wei Ci's eyebrows.

After a while, Wei Ci, who was struggling unconsciously, calmed down, and Liu She breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

Jiang Pengji frowned, "This is Zixiao's spiritual brain domain?"

She rolled over and jumped onto a nearby building, and with a few jumps on her tiptoes, she left the bustling bazaar and ran to the familiar atmosphere.

Jiang Pengji took a few glances and judged that this was Wei Ci's previous life, or the most precious memory in his heart.

Everyone has their own mental brain domain, and each mental brain domain is a virtual world, but also a reflection of the inner world.

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

Wei Ci was different, it was the first time she had seen a spiritual virtual world with such a specific and delicate image.

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 martial artist who puts violence first, she can fight, but she doesn't have any literary and artistic cells.

"Why are you leaning on our wall?"

Just as she was thinking about it, Jiang Pengji heard a soft and glutinous child's voice from under the wall.

Jiang Pengji sighed, looked for prestige, and found a white fat boy sitting in the corner with tears stained.

"You're talking to me?"

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

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

Jiang Pengji found that the faces of many people in the bazaar were very blurry, which showed that Wei Ci had a very shallow memory of them, but the appearance of the boy in front of him was delicate and cute, and his eyes were dark and bright under the thick eyelashes with tear stains, which Jiang Pengji also liked.

"Of course I'm talking to you - you're from Fanbang?"

The boy raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his face, and his eyes were as red as rabbits.

"Fanbang?" Jiang Pengji glanced down at her outfit.

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

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

Needless to say, Jiang Pengji's appearance in her previous life is naturally needless to say, whenever the army recruits a new recruit, the adjutant likes to use her retouched pictures to coax Yan Kongmeng, who graduated from the military academy. Even if she has a cold face, outsiders will think that she is exuding strong hormones and wearing a serious and regular military uniform, and outsiders will also think that this is a uniform temptation. In the words of Salted Fish in the live broadcast room, she can rely on her face to eat, but she has to rely on her fists.

The only difference is probably the hair color, right?

Jiang Pengji's fingers curled a strand of hair, and her eyebrows frowned slightly. Her original hair color was pure black, but now it is a fiery red, with that exotic vixen face, no wonder the boy suspects that she is from Fanbang-

Saying-

Why did her hair change color?

"I'm from Fanbang, do you know what kind of place this is?"

The boy said a little frustratedly, "Of course I'm my family......"

Jiang Pengji took a look and asked him, "This is a very remote corner gate, why did you come here?"

The boys look plainly dressed, but the clothes are all fine silk, which is not something that ordinary children can afford.

I don't know which word she poked the boy's sore feet, he actually cried again, Jiang Pengji could only pick him up and comfort him.

The boy was not afraid of being born, but felt that Jiang Pengji gave him a very warm and reassuring feeling.

Who is Jiang Pengji?

If she wants to set anyone, she will definitely be able to put out the coffin of the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations, let alone a boy.

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

The boy's nickname is Fushou, and he just passed his fourth birthday a while ago, and his father gave him a big name, a single name Cong.

Today is the day of worship for the boy's mother, a concubine Teng in the backyard who is extremely underappreciated.

The boy saw that his father did not pay any attention to the sacrifice day of his biological mother, and entered the palace early in the morning to teach the princess to study, and his heart was very gloomy.

He was clutching a piece of broken silver, and he had planned to sneak out of the house to buy some sacrifices for his mother, so that she would not be too lonely underground, but who expected that he would be short and small, even if he secretly got rid of his servants, he would not be able to leave the house. It took him a long time to stack up a few stones, and he couldn't reach the courtyard wall when he stepped on them, but fell down, so he cried in pain for a long time, until Jiang Pengji appeared on the wall.

"Why don't I take you to buy it?"

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

Worship the "biological mother" on the sacrifice day, this child is not afraid that the real biological mother will swell his buttocks?

Jiang Pengji abducted Fushou out of the house, bought paper money, candles and fruits for worship, and watched him hold the basket with satisfaction, and laughed in her heart.

Fushou's "biological mother" is just a concubine, and the spirit card is not qualified 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 "biological mother", when there was a panicked footstep outside.

She rolled over and jumped onto the beam, and the door opened.

"Fushou!"

The man who came in was obviously red-eyed, and was relieved to see the boy squatting on the ground.

"Daddy, Daddy?"

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

Without waiting for the man to say anything, the girl who followed the man, who was about ten years old, frowned lightly and smiled.

"Taifu, Brother Fushou, this is ...... Worship the 'birth mother'?"