Yun Zheng's face was in tears. He looked at Xie Shu, the guilt in his eyes almost becoming tangible.
Snap——
He slapped himself hard on the face, "I almost killed you!"
Xie Shu's eyebrows twitched, and seeing that he was about to slap his face again, he raised his hand to grab his wrist.
"I'm alive."
Xie Shu stared at him intently: "Calm down, don't scare me."
Yun Zheng pulled the corners of his lips stiffly.
Xie Shu did not dare to relax at all. He caught a glimpse of two burly figures in armor appearing. They were Shen Tu and Yu Lei.
On the other side, a little white head squeezed out of the teacup. It was Bai Xue.
Xie Shu felt relieved and said to Yun Zhengqiu: "I am just a mortal. I cannot bear too much stimulation. If you don't want to scare me to death, just be normal."
"䗽." Yun Zheng's voice was hoarse, but his body relaxed.
"You remember everything now?"
"Well... I remember everything." Yun Zheng closed his eyes in pain, his mind filled with chaotic memories.
In the great battle ten years ago, he watched his father being pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows and died. He fought with all his might to the end, but still could not escape death.
After his death, his soul wandered around the battlefield. Only then did he see the true nature of the battle and the real culprit hiding behind the grassland people.
The souls of him and 100,000 soldiers were taken away by the Wu clan. His soul was suppressed, his obsession was stripped away, and he became a puppet...
Sin stained my hands...
Xie Shu looked at him and felt that the person in front of him was in pieces and on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Xie Shuqiang calmed his mind, not daring to move rashly, and looked at his younger sister Bai Xue in silence.
Little Snow White nodded silently, pulled herself out of the teacup, quietly floated to the corner, quickly wrote down the secret letter, and sent it to the North Territory thousands of miles away.
The North.
Qing Wu suddenly felt a strong palpitation.
Then Secretary Yin Wen came out from underground. Qing Wu raised her hand and saw the message from Xiao Baixue. Her pupils trembled.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Chenyan held her hand.
Qing Wu swallowed her saliva, unable to tell whether she was excited or scared: "Little Bai Xue just sent me a message saying that my brother's soul has returned..."
Xiao Chenyan's body also froze, and he held her hand tightly, "Don't be afraid."
Qing Wu took a few deep breaths, looked around, and rarely showed panic: "Where is the lake? A well will do..."
She slapped her head after she finished speaking, "The ice and snow in the north have long been frozen, I really..."
Seeing that she was so anxious that she forgot herself, Xiao Chenyan pulled her back to the military camp first. Originally, they were preparing to meet the 100,000 heroic souls, but now that Yun Zheng's soul had returned, they could only delay for a while.
The two of them teleported back to the military camp. Xiao Chenyan brought a basin of hot water, but the northern border was too cold and the water was about to freeze. Qing Wu pinched a hand gesture and water began to flow, turning into a water mirror.
She suddenly became nervous and waved to Xiao Chenyan hurriedly:
"Come here! Come here quickly!"
Xiao Chenyan was dragged in front of the water mirror by her, but she hid behind him, with her ears pricked up, not daring to show her head.
Xiao Chenyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and ripples appeared on the water mirror.
Thousands of miles away in the Dali Temple, Little Snow White suddenly walked over and poked her elder brother.
Xie Shu looked at her, and the little girl immediately turned her head away, pointed at the basin in the house, and then pointed at Yun Zheng.
Xie Shu probably understood and smiled at the little girl: "Thank you, sister."
Little Snow White tensed up her whole body, turned around and ran, jumping into the pen washer in panic, splashing water.
Xie Shu laughed and pulled Yun Zheng, who was still feeling sad, towards the basin of water. He saw ripples in the basin and Xiao Chenyan's face gradually emerged.
Yun Zheng's rabbit-like red eyes fell into Xiao Chenyan's sight, and the two brothers stared at each other across the water curtain.
Xiao Chenyan spoke first: "Now that your soul has returned, how do you feel?"
Yun Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth: "Not really." He tried to give Xiao Chenyan a smile, but it was really ugly: "I acted like a fool before, and made you laugh at me."
"Yes." Xiao Chenyan looked at him quietly: "Will he die again?"
Yun Zheng pursed his lips. His soul had returned, so he naturally knew what the Wu Clan had done to him. He shook his head and said, "The obsession is still there, but my soul has returned. Now I can't explain who I am."
"But I feel that I am still far away from death."
"That's it." Xiao Chenyan nodded and looked at him, with a smile in his tone: "A Zheng, Wu Zhen is dead, and the Wu clan on the grassland is wiped out."
There was more light in Yun Zheng's eyes and he clenched his fists.
"The 100,000 heroic souls who died in the battle were also welcomed back."
"You, what did you say?" Yun Zheng was so excited that he almost knocked over the basin. He hugged the basin in a panic, and his tears fell into the water.
"Are their souls still at peace?"
"Hmm... Where is your soul, A Zheng? Are you coming to the North?" Xiao Chenyan asked softly, "Come to welcome your comrades and send them home."
Yun Zheng nodded vigorously. This broken body and bruised soul seemed to be infused with life again.
Qing Wu hid behind Xiao Chenyan, feeling bitter in her heart as she listened to him calm her elder brother down with just a few words.
As expected, the person who knows her elder brother best in this world is this stinky inkstone. The two of them have been in cahoots since childhood, and they have worn the same pair of pants for a long time.
After Yun Zheng calmed himself down a little, he finally showed his first smile since waking up.
He wiped away the tears on his face, his lips trembling, and asked the strongest obsession in his heart: "My little sister... do you know where my little sister is?"
Yun Zheng knew about the various conspiracies that the Wu Clan had used him to plot against Xiao Chenyan and Xie Shu, but he never let a whim out about Qing Wu.
Even though his soul has returned to its place, Yun Zheng still doesn't know that his best friend has kidnapped his own sister.
Xiao Chenyan hummed, and tilted his head to look behind him: "Come out, he won't die if he sees you now."
Yun Zheng opened his eyes wide and stared at the back of Xiao Chenyan.
A furry head slowly emerged from above his shoulder. It was a beautiful little face, and the look between its eyebrows and eyes looked so familiar.
The image of the naughty little bad boy gradually overlapped with that in Yun Zheng's memory.
His favorite little sister always likes to jump on him, climb onto his shoulders, and clamor for a ride on his big horse.
Whenever he teased her and said he would leave her at home and not take her out to play, she would cry loudly and chase after him, crying and shouting: Big brother is a bad guy!
At the same time, she hugged his legs tightly and acted coquettishly: Big brother is the best, big brother, please take Wuwu to play together.
"Wuwu..." Yun Zheng called out her name in a hoarse voice.
Qing Wuyan wanted to cooperate and cry. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears.
I could only sniff my nose and try to make a half-crying, half-laughing expression, and said in a muffled voice:
"Brother, you still look so ugly when you cry..."
"It's exactly the same as when I was a kid..."
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