No matter how you think about it, it's terrifying.
"I don't know him." The woman in the red dress shook her head and chuckled softly. Her laughter, like a silver bell, made Hai'an's heart tremble. "Liu Yong was a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. I was born in the late Southern Song Dynasty. The time difference is quite large."
But before Hai'an could reply, she changed the subject, "But if you mean Wen Tianxiang, I do know him."
Hai'an was stunned.
After the destructive war, the ancient history of the old human race was actually interrupted a lot. He didn't learn much about the history of the Song Dynasty in school. He only knew that there was such an era, but many records were destroyed in the war.
But fortunately, he has the eye of observation.
He can sense all traces of the past.
Wen Tianxiang was one of the three heroes of the late Song Dynasty, a famous minister who fought against the Mongols, and was appointed as the right prime minister. But apart from this identity, he was also a very famous poet.
Hai'an frowned slightly: "Have you left your name in history?"
During the Southern Song Dynasty, was there anyone who was known as the Medical Immortal?
He wanted to use the Eye of Observation to detect the other party's information, but it would be too rude to do so at such a close distance.
"...Maybe there are quite a few, but they are all fictitious novels and biographies, so don't take them seriously."
The eyes of the woman in the red dress flickered, as if she was recalling something, but she finally shook her head.
"...I wish that my sweetheart, with her gentle heart and refined nature, could express my feelings to you in these words."
'For the oath.'
"I will never be alone in this life."
When she finished writing the second half of the poem, she put down her brush, then raised her head and glanced at the fat man who tilted his head and didn't dare to look at her.
"Are you here to kill me?"
The woman in the red dress smiled, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Kill you?" Hai'an felt that even saying the word 'kill' was blasphemous to this godlike woman. His face flushed, and he retorted repeatedly, "Why do you think I would do such a thing?"
"I know what my dark side is doing, and there are others who have gone to such great lengths to come here for no other reason than to kill me."
The woman in the red dress blinked, smiled brightly, and said nonchalantly.
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