Then a gust of wind blew in through the window, with a little rotten earthy smell.

Just as Zun Shang frowned and opened his eyes with a feeling, a burst of white light flashed.

His eyes widened and he looked at his chest in a bit of a daze.

In his chest was a strange pure white dagger.

This dagger has no hilt, and I don't know how to use it.

Vast expanses of blood poured out of his body, but none of the spells that were supposed to ward off everything worked.

"You ......," Zunshang spat out a mouthful of blood.

The person in front of the bed was dressed in a white filial piety robe, looking like an ancient immortal.

He slowly turned the white dagger.

Zun Shang's green muscles burst out, but his limbs did not have half the strength to resist.

He didn't care about his wounds, he just stared at the person in front of him.

The person in front of him had a pair of deep eyes, the bridge of his nose was high, and his pure white eyelids could be seen when he lowered his eyes.

His eyebrows, his hair, and even his lips were a little pale.

Only those eyes were as black as a deep pool, and there was no bottom in sight.

The man in white looked at the Venerable Shang on the bed, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a gentle smile.

It's just that with this smile comes the dagger that continues to be turned.

Zun Shang was soaked in cold sweat, and the strange and familiar feeling of pain overturned.

He let out a low roar.

The man in white smiled and asked, "Although it's not the first time we've met, you definitely don't remember me." Meet again, hello, I'm your junior brother, I'm Jiang..."

The dagger churned in Zunshang's body, and his five senses were almost blurred, but the name seemed to be engraved in the depths of his soul, making people tremble at the mention of it.

“…… Yan is not broken. ”

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Zunshang seems to have had a long dream.

In the dream, he sometimes wears a white long shirt, sometimes wears a short-sleeved T-shirt, sometimes he is a national teacher of a certain dynasty, and sometimes he walks on the campus and is respectfully called a teacher by students passing by in a hurry.

Everything flashed in front of his eyes like a marquee.

But in the end, no matter which merchant they were, they would end up locked in a narrow room, with their hands and feet nailed to the boards.

Beside him, a handsome man in a white shirt asked him over and over again, "Do you remember?" Brother Zeshi? ”

Who is Brother Zeshi......

The man next to him was very disappointed, and after asking to no avail, he took out the strange pure white dagger.

The boundless darkness is immersed in a painful pain.

No matter how he roared, the man in white beside him did not hesitate at all, he seemed to be torturing him, whenever he was about to die, he would reach out and put his hand against his heart, and then no matter how much he didn't want to, the wounds on his body would slowly heal.

The hands were cold and there was no temperature, and the whole person looked like a corpse made of ice.

Occasionally, the man would say something he didn't understand.

"Brother Zeshi, before you died, you were afraid that I would bring disaster to the world, and you killed me, but what's the use? You should have known, I'm ......."

"I've found another piece of fragment today, and when I find it all, we'll still be the same as back then, okay?"

"Brother Zeshi......"

The man in white smiled: "You see that you hate me so much, and I tried my best to save you, don't you want to thank me well after you wake up?" ”

"How about making a pledge?"

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