Gongliang Tuoba didn't get hurt, because the corpse sword and Zhenxie match. Even if he pierced his body, he was OK.

Therefore, kneeling in front of this person is not human, ghost not ghost Why call his master.

"I'm fine." Gongliang Tuoba signals to Jiang Lang.

Looking at the death attendant, Gongliang Tuoba was born superior and asked, "who are you? Know me?"

He died for hundreds of years, after killing the original fifth hall Lord, although many people know him. But this man, obviously, was a man of a thousand years ago.

"Please follow me, master." The valet rose and walked ahead.

When Gongliang Tuoba goes with the dead servant, he is held by Jiang Lang, who is a little bit ahead of him. Gongliang pulls out the corner of his mouth and smiles slightly. He holds Jiang's hand tightly.

When they arrived at the destination led by the death servant, Liang Tuoba, the hero of Jiang Lang, finally realized why the weather here was so different from that in June, and why the valet called him master.

In front of them was a huge ice coffin, in which lay a man with pure ice and white face like snow.

It was Gongliang Tuoba.

In the ice coffin, it was him.

"I..." Gongliang Tuoba loosened Jiang languo's hand and stepped forward in a trance.

He stroked the coffin, and a strong memory seemed to be thrust into his mind.

Suddenly, Gongliang Tuoba covered his head with death, "don't cry, don't cry."

Jiang languo worried: "good man."

"Don't go forward, or today will be your death." The dead servant's sword is dead and heavy in front of Jiang.

Jiang is not afraid.

Obviously, the relationship between this man and his master is not general. He can't hurt people, but he can't let this person get close to the master who is recovering his memory.

"Don't you want to know the master's past?" Wang Wen suddenly said.

Jiang Lang said bluntly: "his past has nothing to do with me. I just want him. Now he's in pain. He can't live without me. "

Having said that, Jiang languo, regardless of the sword in front of him, bravely goes forward. With his current martial arts background, Jiang Lang is absolutely unable to beat the immortal man in front of him.

But he was not afraid.

To die is to die in the bosom of a man.

But he never expected that when Jiang Lang stepped on the steps and approached Gongliang Tuoba, Wang Wen took back his sword.

"What's wrong with you, my dear?" When he touched Gongliang Tuoba, a series of complex memories in Gongliang Tuoba's brain also poured into Jiang's brain.

Gongliang Tuoba, two surnames, is his parents' surname. Even though the mother was just a common people, the emperor loved her badly. When Gongliang Tuoba was born, he represented the four words "the favored son of heaven".

After adulthood, the affairs of the government are not interesting to the public and the good.

Wang Wen waited on the prince, and naturally took care of the prince. So Wang Wen took out his hard-earned little book and threw it under the legs of Gongliang Tuoba.

Gongliang Tuoba looked over and saw Wang Wen winking at him. His mouth was doing: "open it."

He took a lot of effort to get the book at the risk of being suspected of liking Longyang. In this kind of book, the role of two men is much more difficult than that of a man and a woman.

Gongliang Tuoba opened it, and sure enough, he secretly raised his thumb to Wang Wen.

Later, Gongliang Tuoba was taken hostage by the helpless emperor and sent to other countries.

Soon, another country rebelled. Wang Wen risked his life to rescue him. However, Gongliang Tuoba had already died in other countries. Wang Wen practised sorcery only to accompany his crown prince for generations to come.

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