Douluo's martial soul swallows

Qian Renxue's words revealed her true feelings.

Yang Chen could naturally see that although she was extremely strong, a woman was still a woman after all, and she still wanted someone to rely on.

I felt extremely pity and distress in my heart. God was really making a fool of me by letting me time travel into a twelve or thirteen year old child. Why not let me time travel into a handsome and suave boy who was eighteen or nineteen years old?

She couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Xue'er, do you think I'm too young? I'm thirteen now, not too young anymore. I'll be able to marry a wife in two years.

Besides, my mental age is that of a twenty-year-old adult. "

Qian Renxue sighed, looked at him and said softly: "Little bastard, I'm also curious. You are obviously just a teenager, why do you give me the feeling of an adult in your twenties? It made me rely on you without knowing it."

Yang Chen smiled and said: "I am young and mature. You live for one year and I live for two years. Therefore, I have a precocious mind. It's not like you don't know that I am capable of pinching and calculating. My psychology is different from that of normal people."

Qian Renxue blinked and looked at him, nodded, and suddenly said: "No, since you can pinch and count, why can't you find your sister? I wonder where she fell?"

It turned out that she had always felt that something was wrong. Now that she thought about it, this magic stick claimed to be able to pinch and calculate, so how could he not find his sister.

Yang Chen was also shocked. He only thought about finding the little one, but he didn't expect that he was a magic stick who could figure out everything.

It's really a matter of shooting myself in the foot. I am not a magic stick, and I don't know how to pinch him. I just know the historical development trajectory of Douluo Continent.

Of course, he couldn't tell Qian Renxue about his time travel. Even if he told her, she wouldn't believe it.

This matter of time travel is inherently mysterious and mysterious, and infinitely elusive.

He chuckled and said: "Xue'er, don't you believe my calculation? Then I will tell you about your past.

Listen carefully, you entered the Tiandou Empire when you were nine years old. You first entered the palace as a maid, and later got close to the prince Xue Qinghe. You knew everything about him, secretly plotted against him with medicine, and then imitated his appearance. , and the man disguised himself as a woman, became the prince, and won the trust of Emperor Tiandou.

Xueer, am I right? "

Although Qian Renxue believed that Yang Chen could calculate everything and predict everything, he actually told the details and time about the prince's matter accurately. Although it had been many years and even her own memory was blurred, she heard it at this time. , but my heart was still pounding, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

I also believe in Yang Chen's calculation ability even more, he is really a magic stick.

Bantian said: "Little bastard, no one else knows about this except grandpa and Bibi Dong. These two people will never tell. You actually know it so clearly. It's like seeing it with your own eyes. It's really I'm impressed with you.

It's just that my lord, you are so clear about my affairs, but why can't you figure out where your sister has gone? "

Yang Chen touched his head and said: "Xue'er, to tell you the truth, I can pinch and calculate, but I'm not omnipotent. There are many things I still can't figure out, especially things about myself.

There is a saying that gods calculate the sky and the earth, ghosts and gods, but they cannot calculate themselves. Only when the time comes, they can calculate their own affairs. Once they can calculate their own affairs, they are not far from death.

After all, the matter of finding my sister is my business, so I can't figure it out.

Xue'er, I'm not omnipotent, don't be too superstitious about me. Besides, this calculation will reveal the secrets of heaven and harm the way of heaven. It is not good for me and will shorten my life.

All in all, unless it’s a big deal, something related to life and death, I won’t easily make assumptions for others.

Of course, Xueer, except for your matter, whatever you want to know, I will figure it out for you. "

Qian Renxue has also heard that fortune telling is a matter of revealing the secrets of heaven, which will harm the longevity of the fortune teller.

I originally thought that fortune telling was a myth, but I didn't expect that after meeting Yang Chen, I realized that fortune telling really existed in this world.

Although she was much older than Yang Chen, she was inexplicably dependent on him. She put her whole heart on him and naturally wanted to do his best. After listening to Yang Chen's words, her heart felt sweet and happy. He was happy, but at the same time he was worried about Yang Chen. He leaned his head on his shoulder and said: "Little magic stick, don't forget about my affairs in the future, so as not to shorten your life. In a few years, when you grow up, With my martial arts palace in trouble, we will no longer be separated, we will always be together, and together we will seek the supreme martial arts, the way of God."

Yang Chen listened to Qian Renxue's heartfelt words and was secretly moved in his heart. Originally, he was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was in the blooming season of love. Unconsciously, he hugged Qian Renxue and wanted to imitate what he had seen on TV before. Like men and women in love, they pick up Qian Renxue and sit on her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind, allowing her to make small movements while still feeling warm.

Unexpectedly, he was much shorter than Qian Renxue, and Qian Renxue was a standard beauty with long legs. Sitting down, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Not to mention making small moves, even wanting to smell the fragrance of her hair made her feel uncomfortable. cant.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but giggle, "Little magic stick, you'd better sit on my sister's lap. It'll be more comfortable that way."

After saying that, he sat on the stool, raised his legs together, and wanted to hold Yang Chen on his lap.

When Yang Chen saw her long legs, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he was in a very bad mood. This was because she was my girlfriend or I was her girlfriend.

The enthusiasm in his heart turned into nothing, and he muttered: "Who told you to grow so tall and have such long legs? You can only look at it but not eat it. It is a waste."

Qian Renxue looked at his embarrassed and annoyed expression and giggled non-stop, saying: "Little brother, who told you to be born a few years later?

Don't worry, my sister will wait for you to grow up slowly, wait for you to grow up wholeheartedly, and will never let you down. Don't show that your sister is old then, okay? "

At this time, Qian Renxue had already brought Yang Chen to her room, which was no longer the secret room where people were imprisoned.

Yang Chen had been worried and scared for the past few days, but now, under Qian Renxue's comfort, he felt at ease, felt sleepy and exhausted, and fell asleep on Qian Renxue's prince's couch.

Seeing that he was sleeping, Qian Renxue also lay down on the corner of the couch after handling the political affairs. Looking at Yang Chen's handsome and resolute face, she was lost in thought for a moment and fell asleep unknowingly.

While he was sleeping, Yang Chen seemed to have a dream, in which he saw a little girl named Meier, living on the street, being caught by a trafficker who wanted to kidnap her away.

The little boy had a dark face, was thin and dirty, and was scratched and scratched by the traffickers. He cried loudly and shouted: "I want a big brother, I want a big brother."

The trafficker was a one-eyed man. He slapped the little one on the face with his backhand and shouted: "Smelly girl, if you cry again, I will beat you to death and throw you away to feed the dogs."

Half of the little girl's face suddenly swelled up. She looked at the evil face of the trafficker and did not dare to say anything anymore. She just sobbed and said softly: "I want big brother, I want big brother."

Yang Chen was heartbroken and shouted: "Thief, let Mei'er go." He whipped the trafficker with a whip.

After this twitch, he woke up and looked at himself. He was in bed.

Thinking of Meier's tragic situation in the dream, my heart was pounding and I was restless for a while before I could calm down.

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