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Han Qianling's words were almost like a fixed body curse, making Luo Jiujiang stunned on the spot.

The system immediately said to Luo Jiujiang: [It's over, you are showing off. ]

Luo Jiujiang subconsciously returned to the past sentence: [What were Qianling and me before? It's just being honest. ]

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System 5555 felt that the air in this world was too sour and smelly, so it hid silently.

Luo Jiujiang didn't hesitate to walk towards Han Qianling, but his chest straightened slightly, and he swept away the aura he had deliberately expressed before.

"Qianling, did you remember?" Luo Jiujiang looked at his lover, his eyes gleaming.

His expression was so dazzling that Han Qianling couldn't bear to say rejection for a while.

After a pause, Han Qianling avoided his expectant gaze, and then said softly: "There are only some, not quite clear. Compared to memory..."

Compared with memory, Han Qianling felt the strong emotions and the instinct closely connected with nature.

Each of these two existences is shouting to Han Qianling-he loves Luo Jiujiang deeply.

Those fragments, like fragments of memory, are now scattered in his mind, as if they suddenly appeared.

Some memories are extremely dark, some are dull and tasteless, and some are cheerful and bright.

In every bright and wonderful memory, there must be a Luo Jiujiang in it.

Han Qianling avoided his eyes for fear of disappointment when he saw Luo Jiujiang.

Unexpectedly, although Luo Jiujiang was slightly lonely, his expression was not half disappointed. He even stepped forward to pull Han Qianling's hand, and his voice was as gentle and smiling as the first time he met: "Qianling is always good."

No matter which Qianling is, it is the best Qianling, regardless of whether there are other memories.

As long as that person is Qianling, he must be deeply loved by Luo Jiujiang.

The first Qianling where he promised his life in another world was originally a dragon born of evil thoughts. He couldn't even see the normal color in his eyes, and everything in the world was dripping blood red to him.

He could not see the beauty of the flowers, nor could he appreciate the vastness of the blue sea. Putting the most graceful spirit beast in front of Han Qianling would only arouse his killing intent.

——However, even so, Luo Jiujiang still loves Han Qianling deeply.

After that, everything has meaning to Han Qianling.

From then on, nothing in the world can stop them from meeting together.

Luo Jiujiang traveled through the three thousand worlds and saw the soul fragments of Qianling.

Since it is Qianling, even if it is just a fragment, it is a person who needs to cherish his heart.

"It's okay," Luo Jiujiang gently shook his hand, "If you can't remember and want to know, I will tell you."

"About Seven Islands, Blue Sea, Returning Wind Bagua Steps, and Creaking Wooden Wheelchair..."

In one sentence, Luo Jiujiang said four key words in a row, but Han Qianling didn't show any corresponding look on his face.

But when Luo Jiujiang probably came to the conclusion that "Qianling thought of the last world was just a coincidence", Han Qianling's expression suddenly condensed.

"I have no impression of what you said. But beyond that, I seem, as if..."

Han Qianling's eyes faded slightly, and he asked Luo Jiujiang in an almost bizarre tone: "So humans have only two sexes, not six?"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

How should I put it, he really deserves to be his Qianling.

When Luo Jiujiang just learned about the gender of omega, an unreasonable nuisance, even a female could give him birth, his tone was exactly the same as Qianling now.

Seeing that Han Qianling really wanted to remember it sincerely, Luo Jiujiang went down to prompt the key words in a tempting manner.

Surprised by the two genders, I don’t know Bihai, and I don’t want to be beaten when I hear the wooden wheelchair. That should be...

Luo Jiujiang asked Han Qianling: "Qianling, can you play the piano?"

"Will do."

Luo Jiujiang's words seemed to be like a long sword with no disadvantages, and he broke through the obstacle in front of Han Qianling in an instant.

His eyes lit up suddenly, only to feel that the memory fragments about a certain instrument were slowly being put together, and the skill point of playing the piano was slowly recovering.

The Luo Jiujiang in his memory illuminates the most satisfying time of his life.

Han Qianling's voice gradually changed from calm to gentle. He whispered to Luo Jiujiang: "I can play the piano, but do you want to listen to "The Wedding in a Dream" or "Turkish March"?"

He looked at Luo Jiujiang's eyes slightly bent, and there was a soft narrow in the corner of his eyes.

The Turkish March was originally played by Han Qianling for Shao Lan, and the wedding in his dream was his private room dedicated to Luo Jiujiang.

At least Han Qianling remembered the first world.

Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes in surprise!

After thinking about it for a moment, he sold the master without hesitation: "Then, there is... can the snake soup be eaten? Is it delicious?"

"It can be eaten, it is delicious, and I want to eat it again."

Han Qianling answered categorically, as if the answer didn't even require a moment's hesitation.

The next moment he looked slightly startled, and he seemed to be surprised at his answer without thinking.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He wiped his face guiltily.

However, with the keyword "snake soup", another memory slowly formed in Han Qianling's mind.

After a long journey to the town, I smelled the aroma of dishes on my nose. An oolong misunderstanding, and the spare ribs and lotus root soup carefully cooked in the small courtyard...

Han Qianling clasped Luo Jiujiang's hand a little bit, his eyes smiled deeper, and asked Luo Jiujiang: "If I want to eat tiramisu, do you remember how to do it?"

"Remember." Luo Jiujiang nodded readily.

"But I don't eat tiramisu, I eat Yangzhi Nectar..." Han Qianling's voice gradually lowered.

He remembered that that day, in the shadow of a bowl of Yangzhi Nectar's bright sweet soup, how his eyes lingered over the reflection of Luo Jiujiang in the bowl, and the spoon was almost rubbed across the lips of the reflection...

Luo Jiujiang breathed slightly.

At present, Qianling has an impression of the first two worlds, but no memory of the actual situation.

It may be that the gap between him and the body is too great to bear that part of the memory, so there is no induction for the time being.

But in the remaining two worlds, Qianling was a mortal, not much different from the strength of Qianling's soul in this life, so he recalled it.

No wonder Qianling fell in love with Luo Jiujiang at first sight in this world, and it must have been influenced by the previous world.

In either case, it shows that Qianling's body is stronger, and every piece of soul is properly integrated by him.

This is a good conclusion, but Luo Jiujiang is completely indifferent to this at this time.

Han Qianling only needs to smile, and in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, it is the most brilliant seduction in the world.

What's more... he was still slowly wrapping Luo Jiujiang's shoulders.

"Jiujiang..." Han Qianling said in a low voice, "Sure enough, you will never betray your promise. It turns out that you have been with me for generations to come."

"Han Qianling swears here that my soul will belong to Luo Jiujiang's atrium before and after his death, and follow him up to the earth, traveling through time and space, for generations to come."

Once the oath is fulfilled, a promise is fulfilled.

Han Qianling gently touched Luo Jiujiang's heart, as if he was afraid that he would feel heavier and hurt Luo Jiujiang.

"I feel like there is something connecting our hearts...is it an illusion?"

Before Luo Jiujiang could answer, Han Qianling shook his head first, "I know it is not. It is my deep affection for you that connects us."

He pressed Luo Jiujiang's face and turned his head slowly and slowly.

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Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling talked about love in the small account for a while.

After they smoothed out most of their memories, many things Luo Jiujiang didn't have time to mention, the outside rebel army's inventory of He Mingyan's men had come to an end.

Luo Jiujiang refreshed and pulled Han Qianling out of the tent, glorified in the spring breeze.

Han Qianling asked him: "Why are you going to the main account?" What else is there besides He Mingyan and Xiangzhou in the main account?

Luo Jiujiang calmly told him: "I am so happy, I want to find someone to share my happiness."

If he said this in the last world, Ji Shijie would have shuddered immediately.

——According to Ji Shijie’s experience full of blood and tears, Luo Jiujiang’s way of sharing happiness is generally wicked.

Sure enough, walking into the most central main account, Luo Jiujiang drew a scoop of clear water to wake He Mingyan.

He Mingyan can finally understand the feeling of being irritated by the cold water.

However, because the intensity of the water flow drawn by Luo Jiujiang is approximately equal to that of the fountain, He Mingyan cannot discuss with Xiangzhou whether this taste is exactly the same as when he poured a cup of cold tea on Xiangzhou's face.

He Mingyan was awakened by the fountain sprayed on his face.

When he first woke up, he didn't know his state, and only opened his mouth, and the huge water column poured into his throat, filling his mouth full.

He Mingyan: "..."

Han Qianling from the sidelines: "..."

Rude, too rude.

Luo Jiujiang walked over in two or three steps and picked up He Mingyan, who had collapsed on the ground like Zhang Bingbing.

His hands really carried too many memories of jam, so when He Mingyan saw him, his eyes trembled desperately.

"Don't be nervous," Luo Jiujiang comforted him, "A happy event happened today, and I want to share the happiness with you-nothing more."

He even helped He Mingyan untie the sealed vocal cords.

"If you have anything, just ask." Luo Jiujiang said generously.

"You, how do you share happiness..." He Mingyan said tremblingly.

Luo Jiujiang thought a little bit.

"The way I share happiness is usually determined by you." Luo Jiujiang said, "When you hang Xiao Jiu's cage at the fork to attract the Zerg, you seem to be generally happier? —'You have done what you deserve Responsibilities', right?"

"Then I will take you to the zerg pile and feel it yourself." Luo Jiujiang quickly decided the final way, "rest assured, you won't be eaten up."

He Mingyan was already rolling his eyes when he heard Luo Jiujiang's judgment.

"So do you feel scared too?" Luo Jiujiang stared at him, with no understanding in his eyes, only a pity for the original owner.

"But why... only when you are in this situation will you feel the same fear?"

The system is online: [Because they are scumbags. ]

Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, but still had to agree: [It makes sense. ]

He carried He Mingyan and teleported to dozens of miles away, just to meet a group of Zerg. Luo Jiujiang threw He Mingyan like a rag pocket, and threw the people in front of the Zerg.

Xiao Jiu is indeed an insect trap, but as long as Luo Jiujiang doesn't want to, he can cut off the pheromone breath of omega.

Previously, he hadn't done that when he was at the base, but because his aura could be transmitted to Qianling through pheromone, so Qianling would be relieved of pain.

However, this team of Zerg did not lay claws on He Ming, who was obviously fat and tempting, as Luo Jiujiang had imagined.

Their forward movement stopped slowly and hesitantly.

Three seconds later, the entire Zerg tribe swept their heads off and ran away, looking like they were fleeing from famine.

Luo Jiujiang was confused: [Huh? Is the scum smell that bad? ]

The system reminded him: [Host, the scum is tasteless, the gonads of the scum are stuffed with jam, salt, chili sauce. ]

Luo Jiujiang: [Cough. ]

However, he still has doubts-if a few common foods can be mixed to make an insect repellent, why haven't people in this world discovered it yet?

After a while, Luo Jiujiang realized.

[It’s not the smell. ] He said to the system, [This team of Zerg...I had beaten it in that Zerg’s nest before! ]

No wonder they run like fleeing famine. The scene of Luo Jiujiang swiping the banyan tree and cutting all insects is still vivid. How dare they not escape?

A little later, if Luo Jiujiang casually pulled up a big tree and threw it over, they might be dead!