Immortal Voices

Wu Zhen leaned towards the latter. He had originally speculated that Rong Xian was likely to be a **** that honored the Lord, but judging from Mo Xiu's attitude towards her today, she should be the heir.

Rong Xian has nothing to do with Xi Xinzun. He wants to know who Rong Xian was 16 years ago, and whether Xi Xinzun is the culprit causing his memory loss.

Rong Xianjing's eyes exude a touch of indifference, not heavy, but it seems to alienate you from another world.

Her tone dimmed, and the breath around her was extremely dangerous: "Don't you think you've asked too much?"

Tong Zhen looked at Rong Xian's vigilant look, and said funnyly, "I'm not malicious, I just think you are probably an old man of mine."

Rong Xian looked down and thought, seemingly judging whether what he said is true.

For a moment, she raised her head, trying to speak, but stared into the abyss-like eyes.

Those eyes are like the deep black bottomless sea, and the layers of swirling in it can inhale the soul of human beings.

Rong was shocked, demented!

Wu Zhen did not use any demention on her!

Dementia can control a person's mind. The higher the practitioner, the better the effect.

If Rongxian was really just a girl in her twenties, she would have been caught directly if she caught off guard.

However, Rongxian has lived for nearly two thousand years, and suppressing the magic prison after becoming the demon master is a condensed spirit.

Therefore, Zhen Zhen's technique of this level will not affect her at all.

But she can't do nothing. Unless she is stupid, she will reveal that the dementia has no effect, which is no different from telling others that there is something wrong with her soul.

After the original owner of this body died, she revived the vitality of the body with wooden spirit beads, and endured the unbearable pain before becoming integrated with this body.

Then this body will always belong to her, and she also does not have some necessary sequelae after losing her house.

Such as dissonance, such as karma.

Even so, she couldn't show anything different without fear, that was stupid.

The emotion in Rong Xian's eyes disappeared instantly, the clear eyes of Feng Feng were empty, and he no longer had the sense of autonomy.

Seeing these seemingly soulless eyes a little regretful, Zhen Zhen was even more annoyed that she used this method of acting.

But it has already been used and can only continue.

His voice was bewildered, as if from heaven, "What's your name?"

The blankness of blockbusters occupies Rong Xian's consciousness, leaving fewer and fewer autonomous sites.

Rong Xian didn't do anything, but controlled her body, her tone was mechanical and stiff: "Rong Xian."

"What happened to you 16 years ago when you met the Lord?" The gentle voice made people involuntarily take off their defenses and spit out all secrets uncontrollably.

Rong Xian replied without hesitation: "When I woke up, I met the Lord with my heart."

Wu Zhen frowned, and when she awoke, she saw Xi Xinzun, what was the answer.

He suddenly flashed in his head and asked, "Do you remember what happened before you woke up?"

Rong Xian's empty eyes, Xiao Suo, were dim and stiff and cold: "I don't remember."

The corners of Lu Zhen's lips shook, and Rong Xian had no memory of 16 years ago.

Either her memory is obliterated by others (respecting the Lord), or her resurrection in this body makes the memory broken, and it is more likely that she is just a newborn consciousness.

Wu Zhen thought about Rong Xian's style of behavior, unlike people with a lot of life experience, so the first two possibilities are not high.

Well, it is likely that Rong Xian was a new consciousness in his daughter's body sixteen years ago--a residual consciousness awakened in his daughter's body by a secret method.

If so, it can also explain why Tong Rongxian's personality is so similar to their uncle's family, because she is originally a uncle's child.

There is indeed a certain secret method in Zhongqianjie that can awaken the consciousness of the dead, but it does not exist for a long time, but it does not exclude that someone has a way to make that consciousness survive like a normal person.

Because Rong Xian really does not seem to be with the big devil who honors the Lord, and his behavior is not like a monk who has lived for more than 100 years.

Well, the celebration of Rong Xian ’s disguise is seamless, and people always pass by the truth.

Well, Zhen Zhen's brain is also a little big, and it runs completely counter to the truth, and waxes for him.

Tong Zhen's gaze stared deeply at the girl in front of him, and now he only needs one step to determine whether Rong Xian is his daughter.

Yes, it's OK, not guessing and sensing.

Wu Zhen's spirit agitated around him, and forced a drop of blood, which floated in the center of the two people.

With the quick seal of his hands, the obscurity and mystery of the waves are like the mysterious power of ancient times that gently enveloped them.

Rong Xian swept away. Although he didn't know what the array was doing, he looked at the drop of blood and realized that this seemed to be the method to determine the blood draw.

The fingers under the long sleeves moved, and she seemed to want to intercept this force, but she did not expect that this drop of blood incarnation turned out to be counterproductive, making her interception completely useless.

The gentle force drew the drop of blood suspended in the mid-air, and the flecks of blood flew from Rong Xian's body, and finally merged with that drop of essence and blood.

The cheerful emotions came out from the French Array and continued to the bottom of the hearts of the two. The blood-hearted connection made the hearts of both of them a little shocked.

Tong Zhen shook her hands, and there was a faint flash of water in her eyes.

This is really his daughter, and blood veins are absolutely correct.

unfortunately……

Qi Zhen reconciled the grief at the bottom of his heart, and he moved his mind, withdrew the essence of blood, and the dementation was lifted.

Rong Xian blinked, and there was a mist of mist in the empty eyes, and the most true one was hidden behind the mist.

When that layer of mist seemed to be blown away by the mountain wind, the warmth and tenderness of the mirror-like flowers overflowed Fenghuang's eyes, and the curvature of the corner of her mouth was always set above the warmth.

At this moment, the eyebrows were frowned, and it seemed that they were not aware of their loss of mind, but they did not have too much entanglement. Instead, they followed the previous topic and said, "Mr. Are you joking, how can I be similar to Mr.'s deceased person, All my deceased died in the Yu clan. "

"What about respecting the Lord?" Wu Zhen asked, blurting out his anger.

He was very upset in his heart, and he was so relieved that the one who erased his memory and took away his daughter's body.

An old woman who can't have children should do something. If she died, it would be fine, if she didn't die ...

Rong. An old woman who can't give birth to children. Han hears Zhen Zhen's questioning and stares at him vigilantly, threatening falsely: "Don't you know that the more you know, the faster you die?"