Quan Jin really said this with so much confidence.

Will Uncle Jiu really die?

In front of her!

Did he just so suddenly and inexplicably choose to commit suicide and leave? Quan Jin doesn’t believe it!

"What do you mean?"

Shi Qi's heart trembled fiercely. He squinted his eyes and stared at Quan Jin: "Do you still want to scaremonger? I watched him die here with my own eyes! He died in your hands."

"Quan Jin, please stop making excuses."

"It's not enough for you to take away the power of prophecy. You also killed the young master. It's not yours at all. After borrowing it for so long, you should pay it back!"

Speaking of which.

I haven’t waited for Quan Jin to take the next step.

Shiqi suddenly thought of something. He glanced at the mysterious man standing on the helicopter from the corner of his eye, clenched his fists, stared at Quan Jin and asked coldly:

"You keep saying that the power of prophecy is yours."

"Then let me ask you, do you remember what happened thirty-five years ago?"

Thirty-five years ago, it was the fifth year since Quan Jin came to seal the territory.

She doesn't know.

She has completely forgotten even the cards she discarded.

Seeing that Quan Jin didn't answer, Shiqi didn't feel surprised at all. Instead, as if he had grasped the handle, he said coldly: "You don't know! You can't even remember everything!"

'Do you know why your uncle Jiu changed the cards?'

'Do you know why everyone around you is hiding something from you?'

'Do you know why he told you not to use prophecies before leaving? Do you know why he committed suicide?'

'Because the real owner of the prophecy has been found, because thirty-five years ago, it was your uncle Jiu who snatched the prophecy and gave it to you by force!'

'He must commit suicide to make up for his sins. Now do you know why he left without saying goodbye, and why the prophecy can't be used on himself? It's not yours!'

Seventeen did not speak the last five sentences.

Instead, he stared at Quan Jin closely and moved his lips to speak out at a volume that only Quan Jin could hear.

Every paragraph of Seventeen Exports.

There are very reasonable explanations.

He just wanted to take advantage of Quan Jin's failure to recover his memory and take advantage of the fact that Uncle Jiu had committed suicide, so he gave Quan Jin a new plot to make Quan Jin feel from the bottom of his heart that the prophecy was not hers.

"Ouch!"

"Which trash is thinking about my sister's prophecy ability?"

Guan Si shook his legs, rubbed his knuckles, and looked like he was about to hit someone: "The prophecy is not hers, could it be yours?!"

This time.

It was not Shi Qi who refuted Guan Si.

But it was the mysterious man who was aloof. He said in a dismissive tone: "Prophecy is the special ability possessed by the missing strange woman from our Quan family."

"She was so magnificent back then; unparalleled in the world; if it hadn't been for some accident, how could she have been deprived of her prophetic ability by Quan Jin?"

"Don't think that since she is dead, our Quan family can tolerate any trash and take over her prophecy!"

"Quan Jin, don't hand over the prophecy yet!"

Quan Jin, who was called out harshly, picked his ears out of boredom.

She glanced at the mysterious man with a leering look.

It is true that Quan Jin cannot remember some things, but the things that Uncle Jiu wants her to forget are definitely not good. So Quan Jin will not waste time trying to retrieve the memories that she abandoned many years ago.

Quan Jin doesn't know how the prophecy ability appeared in her, and there is no need to know!

"So what?"
Chapter completed!