He actually forgot me?

How could he forget me!

The angry Zhuhong Demon once again exposes his right eye so that he can calm down a little, not rush up rudely, but can continue to enjoy the gift of this fate gracefully.

He gasped and let out a low growl in his throat:

"Did you... forget it in just five hundred years?"

500 years ago?

Cha Xiu thought about it carefully. This year was 2019, 500 years ago, 1519, which is the 14th year of Zhengde.

That year, Zhengde claimed to be "Governor General Military Affairs, a mighty general, a Grand Tutor, and a Duke of Zhenguo".

That year, Ning Wang Chenhao rebelled. As the Jinyiwei, he participated in the rebellion of Ning Wang. When Wang Shouren and Wu Wending defeated Ning Wang's army, he burned Ning Wang's deputy boat to prevent him from escaping.

That year, Huaiyang was famine and people fed each other. He inspected the disaster relief situation and used the name of Jiang Bin, the commander of the Jinyiwei, to force officials to stop detaining them.

After a round of memory in his mind, Cha Xiu shook his head: "I can't remember."

The body of Zhuhong Demon trembled slightly. He grabbed his right hand on his face, and finally scratched his right eye that had not yet recovered again.

He growled in a low voice:

"The Korean War in Wanli, the Battle of Wenlu Qingchang, and the Japanese riots in Renchen, these terms... should always give you some impression, right?"

Cha Xiu was slightly stunned.

The Korean War in Wanli was a matter of 1592 to 1598.

Even if it is rounded, this should be considered four hundred years ago, and not five hundred years ago!

This guy is so bad at math.

However, after Zhu Hong Tianmo said this, Cha Xiu also remembered that period of life.

That was the 155th generation of Cha Xiu. At that time, as a member of the Liaodong Army, he followed General Li Rusong to participate in the first Japanese invasion of Korea in 1593. He participated in the Battle of Pyongyang and the Battle of Bitiguan, but was also seriously injured. Later, the North Korean plague broke out, and he unfortunately contracted the plague and died as a serious wounded person.

According to Xiluda, when Cha Xiu died, his body was almost rotten like cheese ribs.

However, in the 169th century, tea cultivator in the 155th century was his strongest warrior.

He has the best physical potential and his daily meals are not bad. He has been trained as a soldier in the Liaodong Army since he was a child. His decades of swordsmanship experience have been sublimated and integrated when dealing with Japanese attacks, and the Shuangliu swordsmanship has been completely improved.

So the body he is using now happens to be the 155th century warrior.

When Cha Xiu knew that projection could choose the body he had used, he chose this body without any hesitation, and even the double sword armor was the style of the Liaodong Army.

There is no problem with this identity. After all, four hundred years have passed. Even if there is any cause and effect, it has long been completely submerged by time.

But he never expected that with his identity as an ancient man four hundred years ago, he could meet an old friend four hundred years ago...

Cha Xiu tilted his head, looked at Zhuhong Tianmo carefully, and asked, "We have seen it in the Wanli Korean War? Where have we seen it, Pyongyang or Bistuya?"

"You finally...remember it!"

Zhuhong Tianmo kept tying his right eye socket, staring at Cha Xiu, making hoarse and unpleasant laughter, like a broken bellows turning:

"Bitou Pavilion, yes, Bitou Pavilion! How could I forget that place...that's where I was killed by you!"

Swish!

The bandage of the Da Tai Knife was cut off instantly, revealing the black blade. The vermilion demon raised the Da Tai Knife flatly, gently rubbed the blade with his fingertips. His bloody gaze passed through the blade and fell on Cha Xiu's body, and his tone was furious:

"Remember this knife!? Back then, I—"

"I don't remember."

The Zhuhong Demon became hoarse in an instant. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Cha Xiu tightly, and he was stunned.

Cha Xiu shook his head: "I killed too many Japanese troops back then, and there were many generals who took the big sword. How could I remember who was who? You think your life is unique, but for us... they are all the same."

'us'?

Cai Junyan, who was shocked by the conversation, did not miss the information point in this sentence.

There are more than one member like the "Natural Disaster Messenger" who once participated in the Korean War in Wanli but survived to this day?

"Catwoman" is so familiar with the "Catwoman"? Is "Catwoman" also a member of "we"?

Moreover, why did this man who claimed to have been killed by the "Natural Disaster Messenger" in the Korean War in Wanli become a member of the Demon?

“It makes sense.”

Zhuhong Demon seemed to have completely calmed down, put down the big sword, and no longer knocked the right eyeball, and his voice became calm:

"There is indeed no need to remember the dead souls under the knife. I used to be so...thinking."

"But now, I've changed...think."

"Tell me, your name. I will remember you, and you will be the first devil I have killed after I return to this world."

Cha Xiu frowned slightly, posed for a double-flow sword, and replied:

"The messenger of the natural disaster. Where are you?"

The Zhuhong Demon raised his head and pointed his sword at the Tea Cultivation:

"Rensheng...Mad Silang!"

Kuang Siro jumped off the platform and landed without making any sound. His tall body in armor seemed to have no weight.

He glanced at the four tea cultivators who were eyeing each other, grinned, pointed at the demon soldiers behind him, and showed a cold smile:

"Don't worry, I won't... let this trash disturb the happy time of both of us."

He was very pronounced on the "two people", just like the sonorous sound of steel confrontation, and the implication was that Cha Xiu and him had to fight one-on-one.

If Cha Xiu refused, it would not be a happy time for the "two people". The demon soldiers behind Kuang Silang would naturally come to "disturb".

Cha Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, compared the gap in combat power between the two sides, and confirmed that if all the two sides started a war, the battle would end in about three minutes.

——They will be ended by each other within three minutes.

He turned his head and glanced at Xiluda.

Xiluda blinked and nodded slightly.

Many thoughts turned to his mind. Cha Xiu looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be walking out of the sea of ​​blood, strode forward and asked calmly:

"Kuai Siro, why are you resurrected?"

"Defeat me."

"What have you experienced after you die?"

"Defeat me."

"Defend you and you'll say it?"

"You will have the chance to continue...ask questions!"

boom!

With a thunder sound, Kuang Silang disappeared in place, and the murderous intent in the air almost condensed into a blade. Cha Xiu instantly avoided the left and raised his left sword to resist, and a coolness blew across his left arm.

hiss.

One third of the blade of the left hand sword was cut and broken, and the sword piece fell to the ground with a "clang" sound. A blood mark appeared on Cha Xiu's left arm, and the bones were visible in the deep wound, and the flesh and blood were rotten black. This black spread along his arm to his body. He smelled it and smelled a stinky smell from the wound.

Kuang Siro appeared in his original position again, using his fingertips to wipe away the blood of the blade. His expression was incredibly fascinated, as if he was touching the treasure of his beloved, and his hoarse voice became magnetic:

"This is your...blood. Boiling, fiery, sweet."

As Kuang Silang spoke, he actually put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth to taste. Cai Junyan, who was watching, showed a disgusting expression. Xiluda shivered and You Zhu's face turned red when she smiled.

Tea Cultivator activated the "Gift" rune, and the injuries on his body instantly recovered as before, and the black pollution on his arms was completely purified. He waved his arm and found that he could continue to use it, so he waved to Kuang Siro:

"Come again."

"It's worthy of being the man who killed...my!"

While Kuang Siro laughed wildly, his figure disappeared like thunder again.

He was about to be hit invisible again, but Cha Xiu did not dodge and even rushed up!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Kuang Silang's big sword that was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture and was so sharp that it could not resist was blocked by Cha Xiu. Moreover, Cha Xiu was in power and was unforgiving. His two swords flowed like whirlpools, biting and chasing Kuang Silang, forcing Kuang Silang to retreat repeatedly!

"Now it's the captain's turn to attack!" You Zhuxiao said excitedly, "Why has the captain suddenly become so much stronger?"

Cai Junyan saw through the mystery at a glance: Kuang Silang's big sword is too long and the attack distance is relatively long. Now the captain is bullied into his arms and attacks with two swords. Kuang Silang's big sword has become shorter and cannot be used, so the attack power is naturally greatly reduced and he can only barely defend.

"Happy...happy!"

Kuang Siro laughed loudly, and suddenly no longer avoided Cha Xiu's slash, but danced a big sword and slashed hard.

Cha Xiu's face was expressionless, and he only raised his left-hand sword to continue blocking, without giving in, without retreating at all!

hiss!

hiss!
To be continued...