final catastrophe

Chapter 347 30. Little Niece

Generally, those who can dress like this and grow like this are not simple characters.

What's more, the woman has silver hair, gently combed, and is protected in a large robe.

She held a snow-colored umbrella and reined in the reins.

She is also very clear about the situation in Tianzhongzhou, and she met a swordsman in this kind of place.
It's just a weird thing.

When she stopped the horse, the burly man who didn't show a single bit naturally also stopped.

The difference in height between the two was more than two meters, but at the same time they looked at the man walking in the rainstorm.

He was washed by the rain, and he seemed to be in a state of distress, but in fact, it was as if all the sharpness of the dust had been washed away by the rainstorm. He was exposed and cold, like a god, which made people unable to help but prostrate and worship him.

No one asks stupid questions like "Who's coming?" or "What are you doing here" that obviously won't be answered.

Because you are smart, you are silent.

Silence is just to confirm whether it is an enemy or a friend or a passerby, knowing these is enough.

So the tear mole woman smiled gently and said, "You didn't bring an umbrella."

Coincidentally, the man who stopped in the rain also asked his question at the same time: "Can I borrow an umbrella?"

The two blurted out almost at the same time.

After speaking.

The tear mole woman said again: "I only have one umbrella."

Xia Ji also arrived at the same time: "You seem to have only one umbrella."

It was said at the same time, even the word umbrella was overlapped.

There seemed to be some kind of embarrassment.

The two fell silent at the same time, as if they were waiting for the other to speak first and ask first.

However, no one asked any more questions.

Therefore, the woman with the tear mole suddenly put away the snow-colored round umbrella and threw it forward.

Xia Ji took it and held the handle of the umbrella, but did not open it.

Because, after the mole woman threw out her umbrella, she had already been exposed to the heavy rain.

She seemed to have no cover anymore, all the black, hard, hail-like rain particles hit her body, only to wet her clothes in an instant.

The morning glow-colored loose robe became stretched, clinging to her body, and the long silver hair that was gently tied was also wet, with bumps and bumps, and ups and downs.

The rain was like tears, constantly washing on her cheeks, and the conspicuous mole of tears made her more compassionate and gentle, like a Buddha who sympathizes with the world.

She threw out her only umbrella and exposed herself to the rain. It seemed that compared with others, her own safety was insignificant.

"Thank you." Xia Ji just glanced at it, then threw the umbrella back.

The tear mole woman took back the umbrella, but did not open it.

"The number one swordsman, I've looked up to you for a long time." The woman with the tear mole suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. The heavy rain fell on her, blurring her eyes, but it didn't seem to bring any discomfort.

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, this time he was really lost.

It is not surprising to say that he knows himself, because even Xia Mo can recognize himself, not to mention these visitors who look abnormal.

My resume from "Yuntian Dao Lord" to "Tian Dao" and then to "Da Tian Dao" must have been placed on their table in great detail.

However, that's not what the woman with the tear mole said. She directly said the four words "the first sword god".

Obviously the door has been weirdly closed.

Therefore, Xia Ji's expression began to turn cold.

Perhaps she learned through these survivors?

This is unlikely, who can play such a trick under their noses?
Xia Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

The woman with a tear mole said the second sentence just right: "My lady, if anyone sees you, we will immediately convey her thoughts."

"Your lady?" Xia Ji was really curious this time.

The woman with a tear mole covered her mouth and smiled, "Yes, the lady's original words were 'Thank you, uncle'."

After speaking, there was complete silence.

Between heaven and earth, although there is still a torrential rain, it still cannot melt the silence here.

Just five words contain too much information.

Xia Ji quickly peeled off the cocoons and analyzed the key information points.

First, the only one who can call him uncle in this world, except for Xia Yan, is the baby girl who turned into the weird eyeballs from outside the territory. It is said that she has been taken away by Xia Tian. Since she is a young lady, it is a match.

Second, when she said thank you, it meant that she had confronted the Dao of Heaven and given her a chance to come down, so she said thank you.Thinking a little deeper, she still has all the memories from before.

Third, she is full of awe of herself, so she uses the word you.

Fourth, she doesn't want to see herself, because "thank you" is always a cheap etiquette that keeps people away thousands of miles away.

A slight loss of consciousness made Xia Ji analyze these things.

Continue to analyze, since this little niece retains the original memory, there must be a lot of "black technology" and "cold knowledge" hidden in her mind, and in this short period of about four years, she has developed her own. Power, and these two people in front of her are her subordinates?

What is even more strange is that she was still in her infancy in Longzangzhou, how did she leave behind some small things to watch that continent secretly?
"Interesting, really interesting." Xia Ji was not angry, but laughed instead.

If it's really my little niece, it's a family anyway, so what's there to hate?
So he asked again: "What's your lady's name?"

The woman with the tear mole didn't hide it: "My lady's name is Xia Tong."

Xia Ji was stunned, this time he believed it a little more, because the word "Tong" revealed her origin, but how could my sister give her such a name?
I'm afraid it has been disturbed by some kind of strange. After all, a baby who can make arrangements before the full moon is really naughty.

If you stock them again, I'm afraid it will bring you some surprises.

Quietly looking at the silver hair of the woman with the mole in front of her, wet on her shoulders, her expression was blurred, with a smile on her lips, and beside her was a giant man with a strange horse face and body.

Xia Ji suddenly asked without beginning or end: "You left notes, who do you want to reap when you come back now?"

— He skipped three questions.

First, is that orange windmill note you, and is that silver-haired ice and snow demon in your memory you?
Second, what is the purpose of leaving your notebook and disappearing suddenly?
Third, you leave notes, just like sowing seeds. Now that the seeds have sprouted, leaves, blossomed and bear fruit, you will naturally come to take them away.

Just because these two questions were worthless and meaningless, he directly asked the fourth question with three "confirmations" included, and made his own inference.

The woman with a tear mole said calmly: "I didn't expect you to see my notes too, so you're making a fool of yourself."

Xia Ji looked at her quietly, waiting for her to answer the question that should be answered.

(End of this chapter)