this infinite world

Pei Jiao, there is no reason for you to be here.

This was something Yang Yun could understand without much thought. Strictly speaking, there were not many points of intersection between the young man named Pei Jiao and the Queen of the Three-Eyed Tribe and the Lord of the Undead, Arthas Menethil.

If everything in front of us was created by Arthas Menethil, then whether it is Fuxi, Odin, or Peixi, they all have their own opinions. After all, "Fuxi" represents the sweet time she spent with her lover, and the beautiful past when the three-eyed tribe had not yet perished; "Odin" is strictly speaking the same soul as Fuxi, and as a great scientist of the three-eyed tribe, he is also one of her compatriots; "Peixi" is the final appearance of Pei Jiao and Fuxi after their fusion, and is also the most likely existence...

...But why is it Pei Jiao alone?
As one question arose, more doubts followed. Looking at the building behind him that was covered with a layer of frost, as if it was wrapped in a crystal wall, Yang Yun was thoughtful.

But somehow, his inner feelings were not fake. Because unlike Chu Xuan, who always insisted on logical analysis and rational judgment, Yang Yun trusted his intuition honed between life and death when he encountered something that was not logically justified and difficult to understand. Therefore, when facing "Pei Jiao", a being that was difficult to fully explain logically, Yang Yun still chose to believe, even though this intuition brought him an indescribable doubt...

——In other words, Pei Jiao definitely has a reason for appearing here, but I haven’t found the key to breaking the impasse yet…

"So what should we do next? Defeat him? Or break his shell and let the 'contents' flow out?"

Yang Yun had a lot to think about, but Zheng Zha was too lazy to think about it, just fighting was enough. After confirming that what Chu Xuan said was true, the man immediately took out the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade and Emperor Yu Xuan Gui Sword from the storage items: "Anyway, if you want to meet that Arthas Menethil... Bah, no matter how many times I say it, I feel awkward to death when I think that the Lich King is actually a woman."

With an extremely awkward look on his face, Zheng Zha paused for a moment and continued, "...Anyway, if we want to move on, we have to fight this guy, right?"

"Strictly speaking, that's true, but..."

"who are you?"

Suddenly, the "Pei Jiao" in front of him spoke again, but this time, there was a slight change in his voice. It was no longer the dull tone that was no different from a machine, but was mixed with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

At the same time, Pei Jiao's eyes were fixed on Yang Yun. Those eyes, which were originally as cold as the abyss, seemed to be trying to capture and understand every subtle expression and reaction of Yang Yun...

"What's going on?" Zheng Zha's reaction was immediate. He quietly grasped his knife and sword, ready to strike at any time: "Why do I feel like I have triggered some crucial cutscene?"

"Don't worry, let me handle the conversation first..."

Yang Yun did not expect that the emotionless "Pei Jiao" would take the initiative to express his curiosity, nor did he expect that the other party would take the initiative to ask questions. But after a brief thought, he decided to follow the guidance in his heart and answered honestly: "I am the captain of the Zhongzhou team, Yang Yun from the main god space."

"Lord God Space, Zhongzhou Team..."

It seemed that it was really as Zheng Zha said, triggering the so-called key plot of the cutscene. When Pei Jiao heard those keywords, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered something. But despite this moment of light, the doubt in his eyes did not diminish at all, but seemed to be even stronger...

After a long period of silence and thought, "Pei Jiao" finally spoke again, with an imperceptible tone of inquiry and confusion: "Did we... know each other before?" - We knew each other, and if my memory is correct, then not only did I deliver your baby, I also held you in my arms when you were born... Although strictly speaking, I am still a little different from you.

The long-forgotten memories were awakened again, creating ripples in Yang Yun's heart. Strange pictures suddenly flashed through his mind, as if a dusty past was struggling to surface...

However, these sudden memory fragments are obviously not suitable to be mentioned in the current situation, but this is also a way of thinking. As Yang Yun coughed dryly, he tilted his head slightly, with a bit of inquiry and confusion in his eyes, and looked at Chu Xuan beside him: "Chu Xuan, what do you think..."

“It’s worth a gamble.”

Before Yang Yun could finish his words, Chu Xuan seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and answered in advance: "If you want to do something, you'd better come up with something that can make the final decision."

“…I knew you would say that.”

Yang Yun sighed with helplessness and a hint of deep understanding. He was very familiar with Chu Xuan's character. This was the nature of this young man, a gambler who dared to bet everything at the critical moment. His decisions were often full of risks, but also extremely accurate. As long as the chance of winning was more than 50%, he would place the bet without hesitation no matter what the cost.

No matter what situation Chu Xuan is in, no matter whether he has found love or not, this gambler-like nature will not change. Every Chu Xuan, no matter in which world or situation, maintains such consistent personality traits...

However, this was exactly what Yang Yun expected. Looking at the "Pei Jiao" in front of him, Yang Yun had already made up his mind. He said, "Maybe I know you, maybe I don't, but if you are really the person I remember, then you must have some impression of the name I am going to say next..."

"Pei Daiwan."

When he said this name, Pei Jiao's body trembled slightly, and his face showed a mixture of confusion and pain. But Yang Yun did not pay attention to his reaction, but continued to speak.

"Li Mingwei, Lingjiao, Jenny..."

"Yu Niu Chen, Ren Zhen, Yang Xuguang..."

"Zhang Heng, Novi-Talon..."

"Varosti, Li Lian, Wang Jun, Arnold, Yang Dingtian, Xue Na..."

Every time he said a name, Pei Jiao's body trembled, and the expression on his face became more and more struggling. Even the earthy yellow aura on his body began to become unstable, but Yang Yun did not stop, but continued to speak until he said the last name -

"... Gong Yeyu." (End of this chapter)