Yan Jiu rubbed her temples.
The direction the three incense sticks pointed to was northwest, so her senior brother's previous life was really Turanyi.
So.
In her past life, she loved her senior brother's past life!?
Yan Jiu felt a strange flutter in her heart, though she hadn't yet figured out why.
No, that's not right.
They say they like him, but it's all just speculation.
Who knows, Wu Jiu's relationship with Tu Lanyi might be as pure as her friendship with Lang Zongyi!
Yan Jiu turned her gaze back to the demon and the zombie, trying to find a trace of ill intent in them.
Jiang Di was locked onto by Yan Jiu's gaze, and he regained his indifference: "Reincarnation means not being the same person."
Without wasting words, Yan Jiu left behind a circle of yellow talismans, captured Jiang Di, and led him out of the tomb.
Jiang Di did not resist. His scarlet eyes were filled with confusion as he muttered, "Strange, it's clearly not one person, so why is the habit of grabbing my collar still there?"
Yan Jiu was busy drawing the Shrinking Earth to an Inch Talisman.
They did not listen to Jiang Di's words.
Liu Fei, who was wary of Jiang Di, overheard this.
Before he could recover from the shock, he was startled again by Yan Jiu's action of grabbing the frozen object.
To catch the thief, first catch the king?
Yan Jiu truly lives up to her name!
In fact.
Yan Jiu just wanted to hear a story.
Kong Wu looks very intelligent.
He's nowhere near as gullible as Jiang Di.
Yan Jiu put down the person she was holding: "I'll ask, you answer."
Jiang Di subconsciously asked, "By what..."
Yan Jiu flicked a finger.
The century-old peach tree was instantly reduced to dust.
Jiang Di smiled and skillfully changed the subject: "What do you want to know?"
The words were on the tip of my tongue.
Yan Jiu didn't know what to ask.
She looked into the distance.
Even during the day.
The white mist still shrouded Peach Blossom Village, adding an eerie and terrifying atmosphere to the few crooked old trees.
Gazing at the rugged shadows of the trees.
Yan Jiu's mood gradually calmed down.
"Let's start with the story of Wu Jiu and Tu Lanyi, for example, why their paths crossed."
Yan Jiu's words sounded calm.
His tone, however, carried an unquestionable air.
Jiang Di's eyes filled with nostalgia.
As Turan's half-brother, no one knew better than him what happened back then.
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