Luo Xingchen looked at the steering wheel in disappointment, "How is it possible?" That's just an ornament."

"Xingchen, don't say that. It's a family symbol, not an ordinary ornament, unless you want to ruin House Saris. ”

"Is that all? A steering wheel? Fall, the family is gone? "Isn't that feudal superstition?

Would such a highly qualified man also believe such a miraculous statement?

"In the past, the Salis family was very prosperous, but suddenly one day the steering wheel of the Salis Palace fell off the roof. When the war broke out, the family was almost wiped out, but it was only after winning the victory that it slowly regained its vitality. But it's hard to go back to the glory of the past. ”

Jin Zeming looked at the steering wheel above his head, thoughtful.

"But no one can stop the progress of civilization, and now there can be no such brutal struggle as before."

"Why not? Isn't it a brutal war that country R has experienced? He smiled and pulled her into his arms, "You said you were looking for a special place, you didn't come to tell me about the history of civilization!" In that case, I appreciate your savagery a little more. ”

Luo Xingchen pushed him away and pointed to the steering wheel, "Look, what is that made of?" ”

Jin Zeming moved his gaze to the top of his head again, and Luo Xingchen took advantage of his inattention to clasp his hands together and make a big strong fist.

In the TV series she has acted in before, there has been a stalk of recovering her memory after being hit hard in the head.

Well, that's it!

But the man is very tall, one.

She had to stand on tiptoe, slowly raise her fist, and swung it towards the back of Jin Zeming's head.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, Jin Zeming turned around.

She raised her big fist, which just stopped at a ninety degree right angle, "I have a little pain in my shoulder, exercise, exercise." ”

The man didn't recover his memory, and he definitely wouldn't have allowed her to move the wheel.

Even if she swore that there was a big secret in it, he wouldn't believe it.

"Does your shoulder hurt?" The man walked around behind her, his big palm resting on her weak shoulder, and kneading it gently.

Suddenly, the goosebumps on Luo Xingchen's arm urgently gathered.

However, the man's approach is as good as ever.

Well, hasn't anyone touched it for hundreds of years? It doesn't look like it! So clean, someone must have done the hygiene. ”

"There are special people who clean it, but only once a year."

"You think there's going to be some ancient secret in there."

Jin Zeming squinted slightly, looked at her, and then looked at the top of his head, "You seem to be particularly interested in that." ”

"Someone hid something in there."

"Huh?" Jin Zeming looked up.

Luo Xingchen looked left and right and saw a smooth wooden stick not far behind him.

She shifted quietly and reached out to grab the stick.

"Look, the ornamentation of that steering wheel is so special! So beautiful."

The man looked at the steering wheel, and she raised the wooden stick in her hand and bit it down with her silver teeth.

It should be okay, it should be possible to recover the memory.

"Put down the stick in your hand!" An old deep voice rang out behind them.

Jin Zeming turned around, and behind him, Luo Xingchen held a wooden stick in an attack posture.

And a few meters away, there was Prince Locke with a pistol.

"Dad" Jin Zeming shouted, then casually pressed down the wooden stick in Luo Xingchen's hand, and said softly, "What's so fun about this?" Put it back! ”