After falling silent and thinking for a while, Zi Yihan said: "I think maybe you misunderstood your adoptive father. He must have brought you to our world for a reason. Maybe you don't know, there is a story about Zi Mo and me.
It has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Xuan Kingdom that Mo is in opposition, it is said that the ancient god became angry and broke the boundaries of the three realms and entered the mortal world. As a result, all kinds of demons that had been suppressed and sealed began to resurrect. Only the daughter of another world can avoid the world.
catastrophe."
"Uh... is there any other idea?" Han Mengxiao was dumbfounded, no way!
"Well, this is already a long time ago." Zi Yihan frowned and said: "It is estimated that not many people remember it. The reason why I remember it is because of my father's almost desperate warning before his death!
At that time, I didn’t know what he was despairing about. He just repeatedly said that there were not many days left, and he didn’t have to wait until he died... It wasn’t until you said just now that your adoptive father brought you here from another world.
Thinking of this." Zi Yihan raised his head and looked at Han Mengxiao with extremely heavy eyes: "I think this story may be true!"
"This is unreasonable!" Han Mengxiao immediately found the flaw in Zi Yihan's words: "I already know that there are gods and demons in this world, but what does this have to do with me? You just said it, it's that Lao Shizi
The ancient god-lord broke the barrier, shouldn't he be the one to avoid some kind of catastrophe?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Han Mengxiao stared at Zi Yihan's deep eyes and asked: "Zi Yihan, your adoptive father is a god, then who are you?"
At that moment, Han Mengxiao felt a strange sense of fear in her heart, as if the living person in front of her would suddenly turn into some unknown creature that jumped up and pounced on her. She knew that such an idea was ridiculous, but her intuition told her
, Zi Yihan is really not a simple person.
"Me?" Zi Yihan's eyes narrowed, and his whole body was immediately enveloped in icy air: "I once suspected that I was the ancient divine king in the legend."
"Tch," Han Mengxiao burst into laughter: "You are really narcissistic, you are just a little mortal prince!" When Han Mengxiao said this, his heart was beating, subconsciously,
She automatically blocked the possibility that Zi Yihan was a character in the story, just like she blocked herself: "However, if you really doubt it, why don't you practice immortal magic and look for past lives, maybe you will gain something!"
Zi Yihan glanced at Han Mengxiao strangely, and said calmly: "I can't practice immortal magic. Anyone in this world can, but I can't!"
"Ah? Why!" Han Mengxiao's eyes widened. She thought of her wordless heavenly book. Well, she could be considered a cultivator, but why did Zi Yihan actually say that she couldn't do it?
"If I practice, I will die!" Zi Yihan said still expressionlessly: "If I practice, I will lose something very important, and if I lose this thing, I will die and be wiped out in ashes!"
"How do you know? Who told you?" Han Mengxiao's curiosity was extremely high at this moment, and she was ready to ask the question to the end.
Although Zi Yihan's words were devoid of warmth, he answered every sentence, but each sentence brought more questions, just like his next sentence, which only had five words: "I said it myself!"