The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1213 Chapter 1213: Outside, Sprinkling Sugar On Valentine's Day (2)

Wei Ci did not practice martial arts, and the violinist in front of him could not see the depths of the martial arts. Jiang Yanji did not blame him for bringing the wolf into the room.

She quietly separated Wei Ci from the blind pianist and sat straight on Wei Ci's original mat.

"Zixiao, I suddenly remembered that something was at home. Can you run it for me?"

It is indeed a daughter of iron and steel, and the excuse that Jiang Yanji was looking for was too stiff.

Before waiting for Wei Ci to speak, the blind violinist smirked and smiled, as if the snow and ice that had never melted for years suddenly melted, and it was amazing.

Jiang Yanji was not confused, not only did he not relax, but his eyebrows twisted even more.

Her left hand had been lying on the waist with the handle of God, and her muscles were in tension.

"Are you nervous?"

The blind musician in white opened his mouth, his voice was different from Wei Ci's gentleness, but there was an indescribably coldness.

With four words tightly, Jiang Yanji was shocked to find that she was sweating with nervousness.

What is the origin of this person?

The musician's voice just fell, and he lifted his hands with distinct knuckles and stroked on the surface of the piano. He didn't touch a string, and the pleasant sound of the piano opened a circle of sound waves in the air. Jiang Yanji brushed out and slashed the man The point is, the other side does not flash or hide, the lips smile more intense.

Ding--

The invincible Blade of the Divine God seemed to see something transparent, and the two made a clear sound when they hit each other.

She was fine, Wei Ci was affected by the sound of the piano, her eyelids were sinking like lead water, and she slipped to the ground against the water column.

Seeing this, Jiang Yanji's eyes were filled with danger, a little bloody.

"you wanna die?"

Jiang Yanji uttered these three words, and the sword was dropped again.

I also encountered an invisible mask, but the mask didn't hold on for a long time before it overwhelmed with a crackling sound.

The blade hit the neck of the blind musician.

No action was seen from the other side, and the body was dexterous and soft like the current, and easily avoided the knife.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you haven't changed your temper." Qin said, "How aggressive can I be?"

When Jiang Yanji heard this, he frowned and stopped.

"who are you?"

The virtuoso's displayed strength is not like what people in this world should have. Jiang Yanji can't grasp the identity and purpose of the other party, let alone know whether he is an enemy or a friend. Wei Ci is on the side. Hand in hand-

The piano teacher said, "Don't you remember?"

Jiang Yanji laughed angrily, "I should remember who you are?"

The violinist held the piano body in his arms with one hand, and the other hand stroked in front of his eyes. The white cloth with three fingers was dissipated into a light spot with a white light. The white cloth disappeared, and Jiang Yanji found that this person was not blind at all, not only was he not blind, but his eyes were deeper and brighter than ordinary people.

"you are--"

Looking at the other person's face, an illusive portrait floated in front of her eyes, she, she even felt a little familiar?

Master Qin said, "Not yet remembered?"

After all, the piano in the arms of the piano master turned into a long sword, and he held the long sword behind.

If Jiang Yanji is struck by lightning, the casting material of this sword is clearly the same as the sword of the sword?

"Are you the one who gave me the sword?"

The pianist laughed, "You just remember that?"

Jiang Yanji stood next to the case of the piano, holding the handle of the sword of the sword with his right hand, and stared at the piano in white for a moment.

No, I should say swordsman in white.

"You Ji, you have done well in these two lives." His lips angled and smiled. "Tiannao is extremely cunning and powerful. Although it killed its body, it still escaped smoothly. For two thousand years , Scourge hundreds of low planes, this scourge has become the climate ... "

Two generations?

Well done?

Jiang Yanji seemed to be struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

What two lives?

Jiang Ji Ji Ji is in place.

Deep in the memory is a treasure chest, the man's voice is the only key to open the treasure chest.

For a while, countless memories came.

Jiang Yanji screamed, kneeling half-knife, heavy gasping accompanied by cold sweat.

In confusion, Jiang Yanji seemed to see another person appearing out of thin air around him, a woman in a white dress.

"Let her regain her memory now, is this really good?" The woman asked the swordsman in white.

The swordsman in white raised his hand to take the woman's tenderness, and his palms were close.

"You and I can't stay in this plane for too long, but we must lock up the scourge, so as to avoid long dreams at night ... Let's restore Jiji's memory earlier and remember the previous causes and consequences, you and I can also worry about it. When she ends this cause and effect, the Federation There are a bunch of stalls waiting for her there. "

The woman was strangely silent for a while.

"She just drew a knife and chopped you--when she regains her memory, do you think she will show mercy?"

The man said, "She now uses only physical bodies and can't hurt me."

Realizing that the two had left, Jiang Yanji let himself be swallowed up by his memory, planted his head on the ground, and passed out.

Said it was faint, but in fact it did not last long.

Jiang Yanji opened her eyes expressionlessly, sitting on the ground with her buttocks, and she was thrown away at her hand by the sword.

She turned her head to glance at Wei Ci, and for a while realized that she was not mistaken, raised her hand and held him in her arms, as if holding a lost and recovered baby.

Looking around, the surface of the pond was glistening with sparkling light, making her eyes sore.

She remembered a lot of things. In the dream, she became another "Jiang Xi Ji", killing from the bandit to the throne.

A seemingly successful life has endless regrets.

A desperate comeback made her win.

Even though she knew that both men and women were in the same game, she couldn't complain. The scourge of Tiannao still exists. As the commander of the Seventh Army, she shoulders the responsibility of defending the Federation and cannot be shirk. Mo said that entering the game to capture Tiannao would just let her give up her life without hesitation.

Jiang Yanji raised his hands and rubbed his tired brows, and for a while, he held Wei Ci horizontally and left the water pavilion.

Here the yin and dampness are heavy, Wei Ci will be uncomfortable to treat.

As everyone knows, Wei Ci's body cold has already been raised for seven or seventy-eight, and the situation is better today than before.

Wei Ci woke up in a sweltering heat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone's hands and feet and wrapped him in his arms. The room was burning with charcoal, and four or five thick quilts were piled on the bed.

This familiar situation-

"Lanting, you loose it--"

Without letting go, he will be suffocated.

"Oh……"

Jiang Yanji released his hands and feet docilely.

"Why are you here?" Wei Ci looked at her confusedly.

Jiang Yanji raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember?"

Wei Ci thought for a moment, shaking his head in distress, he did not remember.

Jiang Yanji opened his mouth and said, "You got cold and fever a few days ago and got sick for a few days."

Wei Ci felt wrong in his subconscious, but he couldn't remember the recent memory, as if covered with a layer of white veil, blurred and unclear.

probably--

He is really sick.

"Your Majesty doesn't go to bed and go to bed? Tzu is sick now, but his sickness can't be-"

Jiang Yanji's limbs were wide and spread out like a pancake, occupying more than half of the bed.

"Don't go, I can't sleep without you. I dreamed of you being hooked away by Rush's pianist—"

Wei Ci grinned, "If you don't go, don't leave, but Tzu is still sick, and you will bring another mattress."

Jiang Yanji pursed his lips and turned over, looking at Wei Ci momentarily.

Wei Ci in the previous life was moderate, cautious and restrained. His rationality was always online, and his feelings were always severely suppressed.

It's different now, there is no depression between the eyebrows, but with a pleasant calm and warmth.

This is the real Wei Ci.

Everything was as perfect as she had imagined.

Jiang Yanji rolled aside, reaching for Wei Ci.

"No, I want Zixiao to hug."

"His Majesty is not a three-year-old child anymore. He must not make a fool of himself, and his illness is not good."

Wei Ci patiently persuaded her.

Jiang Yanji twisted like a worm, and walked to Wei Ci.

While he wasn't ready, he stretched out his hands and hugged him in a circle, covering his body with a quilt on his toes.

The room was full of spring light, and soon there was a sensation of sensation.

→ _ → Valentine's Day, is it sweet? Fanwai plot is not important, what is important is the last sentence. Mushrooms go to sleep first, and there are still busy on New Year's Eve.

(End of this chapter)