? Every day, Yan Bupo would look at him with eager eyes and asked softly: "Brother Ze Shi, do you remember anything?"

Yan Bupo didn't have the slightest temperature on his body, as cold as ice.

In fact, he really can't be considered alive.

At the beginning, Zhiyan tried his best to kill him, and didn't give half of his way to survive.

Now, he is just lingering.

Yan Bupo's eyes were eager, but the respected merchant remained silent, without saying a word.

What he can recall, Zhiyan's memory is getting more and more.

Most of the time I was with her at the beginning.

The time at that time was as clean as thousands of clouds, coming and going in a hurry, leaving only the softness and love that made people feel at ease.

Slowly, afterwards, more of what appeared in the memory became Yan Bupo.

Zhiyan had no immortal bones and spiritual veins, and his realm fell all the way, and Yan Bupo became the best knife in his hand.

He has done many things for him, those who can meet people, those who can't see people.

No matter what, as long as Zhiyan said, he will do it.

When the world was about to collapse, Zhiyan told him to leave the temple, but Yan Bupo knelt in front of him, refusing to take a step back.

"Isn't there a lack of people to sacrifice to the sky, do you think I can do it?" Yan Bupo asked.

Zhiyan did not answer.

Of course not. He is a born spirit body, the son of heaven and earth. Only by digging out his heart and draining the blood from his body can he fill the gap between heaven and earth.

Yan Bupo is not.

The chaotic memories squeezed in Zun Shang's mind, making him feel that sometimes he was the president of the Zun Group, and sometimes he was Zhi Yan.

After finishing the calculations, he stepped up to the altar, and finally did not forget Zhiyan, who destroyed the sword that others could not control.

Yan Bupo felt more and more familiar aura in him, and he became more and more gentle with him.

The respected business is silent every day.

When the first snow fell on the beach, half of the Shang's body was replaced by Zhiyan's soul.

The spirit of the monk is still strong even after a thousand years.

Finally one day, when Yan Bupo wanted to continue to cut his body with a dagger, and exchanged Zhiyan's soul into it, the "respected merchant" held his wrist.

Those eyes that belonged to Zhiyan looked at him quietly and called his name: "Not broken."

Yan Bupo was startled, then ecstatic.

"Brother Zeshi..."

Before he finished his words, Yan Bupo's hands were empty, and the pure white dagger fell into the hands of the "senior merchant".

He pierced Yan Bupo's chest without hesitation.

Yan Bupo lowered his head and looked at the dagger on his chest.

This dagger was called Liuguang, and it was given to him by Zhiyan when Yan Bupo first entered the Zhongmu Tower, and it was also the one that Zhiyan used when he killed him later.

Streamer is just a slightly sharp dagger for ordinary people, but for monks, this dagger is a sharp blade that can hurt the soul.

Yan Bupa's Adam's apple moved slightly, reaching out to hold his hand.

"Brother Zeshi, you are back."

As if he hadn't noticed the dagger in his chest at all, he said in a delightful tone.

At this moment, with a "bang", the wall was broken from the outside.

At the door, a man wearing a T-shirt and shorts with a heavy knife in his hand looked at the scene in the room expressionlessly. She was bloodied and her eyes were angry.

Afterwards, the heavy knife was swung!

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