The transcendence of the magic soldier

Chapter 100 Once Forgotten Memories (Subscription Available)
"What do you mean?!"

Ai Ji said calmly.

"Hehehe... I'm afraid you have even forgotten the appearance of that person, you and Irene were both cast with the Forgetting Curse before falling asleep."

Arya covered her mouth and smiled, but her starry eyes shining like a starry sky turned her head to look at Nangong Wentian who was being tightly shut.

"Since my sister is so anxious to remember everything, let my sister help you."

Arya's eyes changed, and her red lips whispered softly: "Divine power-forgetfulness solution!"

In an instant, a gleam of light quickly flashed from Arya's palm and flew towards Ai Ji.

And just as that gleam of light flickered beside her, Ai Ji's eyes became a little dull and absent-minded.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?!"

Lu Yifa, who was behind him, saw that the old ancestor seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were dull and lifeless, so he pushed her in a panic.

"Remember it."

Arya had a chilling smile on her face, and just looking directly at it would make the whole person feel panic.

It took a long time for Ai Ji to tremble with her petite body, staring blankly at her white palm, with a sad yet happy expression on her immature face.

On the other side, Nangong Wentian looked even more bewildered, what is this?He is ready to summon the black dragon from the dimensional space to make a final gamble at any time, just waiting for an opportunity.

"I... I was wrong."

There was a self-deprecating smile on Ai Ji's face, but a tear was left at the corner of her eye, and countless forgotten memory fragments were reassembled.

The previous scene reappeared in her mind.

... (The following is the memory of Ai Ji)
1500 years ago, somewhere in the Shenbing Continent.

There are many trees in a virgin forest, and the verdant green leaves cover the sky.

A man with sea-blue hair in a black robe sits on a flat rock.

Through the scorching sun, looking at the shimmer of light coming in through the gaps in the leaves, my eyes didn't blink for half an hour.

"Brother Nangong, why are you in a daze by yourself again?"

At this time, a little girl about eight or nine years old ran towards him from the other side of the forest, still shouting.

The girl with pink skin and a childish look, walked over and grabbed the man's arm and shook it.

Walking up to him, looking at the man's cloudy and lifeless eyes, he said mischievously, "Did you remember something sad again? It's okay, Ai Ji will be with you."

The man forced a smile, stretched out his hand to touch the long silky hair of the short girl in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ai Ji is so good, why are you running out when you are not at home with your sister?"

Ai Ji pouted her cherry-like mouth, "Because I want to show Brother Nangong something."

"Oh?!"

Nangong Wentian's cloudy eyes seemed to brighten up at this moment.

Ai Ji let go of his jade hand, stepped back a few steps, and closed her eyes tightly.

Seeing her groaning in a low voice: "Divine power - the space freezes!"

The moment the words just fell, the forest where there were insects and birds singing just now fell silent, and even a butterfly that happened to fly by stopped in the air, motionless.

At this moment, it seems that the world has calmed down.

"That's right, at such a young age, you can use the supernatural power of the magical beast "Ice and Snow Silkworm" so proficiently."

But only in this space where time was suspended, only Nangong Wentian showed a long-lost faint smile, praising the little girl in front of him.

After being praised, Ai Ji withdrew her divine power, and the chirping of insects and birds in the forest resounded again.

Walking up to him, pouted, with a displeased look on his face, he said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not young anymore, I'm over 100 years old."

Nangong Wentian chuckled, "You Naer people, over 100 years old can only be considered as the full moon in the age of human beings?"

Ai Ji couldn't refute, so she puffed her mouth angrily.

"Are you still thinking about your friends?"

Ai Ji came to his side and saw that he was still holding the green flute in his hand, but he had never played it before.

Nangong Wentian raised his head again to look at the scorching sun sky, his eyes softened, as if recalling some beautiful things.

"It's been so many years, but I still can't forget that scene."

"And Irene and I, and our tribe likes you very much."

Ai Ji stood up, patted her chest and said confidently.

Nangong Wentian tightened his grip on the flute in his hand, and after a long time he sighed softly and said with a light smile, "Let's go back."

……

There is such a village in the central area of ​​this primeval forest, with only a few dozen people, and the houses are all made of ordinary wood, which looks a bit rudimentary.

When Nangong Wentian and Ai Ji returned to this small village, everyone they met greeted him with a smile on their faces.

"Brother Nangong, you are back!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into a two-story wooden house, a little girl who looked exactly like Ai Ji ran over and took his hand.

"Irene is hungry, can you cook something delicious for me?"

The other little girl is much more childish than Ai Ji in terms of voice and body, just like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet.

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything with the two of you, so let's make braised fish today, okay?"

Although Nangong Wentian showed exhaustion on his face, in order to make the two children happy, he forced a smile and agreed to the request.

"Yeah!" Irene and Ai Ji jumped in place, unable to hide their inner excitement.

……

After noon, Irene and Ai Ji were like babies, lying on the bed and falling asleep peacefully.

Nangong Wentian sat alone on the wooden steps outside the house, watching the busy people in the village.

"Brother Nangong, isn't it hard for you to take care of these two children every day?"

At this time, an old man who looked to be in his sixties walked past the path outside the house, and he was still wearing an old crutch.

"It's not hard, I'm already very satisfied with such a day."

Nangong Wentian replied with a calm smile.

"Ahem... This old man has lived for tens of thousands of years. It's the first time I've seen a person like you who is willing to give without expecting anything in return, except for God Nuwa. It's just a pity..."

The old man coughed a few times and praised his kindness.

"It's all what should be done. After so many years, I don't care about it long ago. Don't worry, Grandpa Chen."

Nangong Wentian's body trembled for a moment, and he answered with a helpless smile.

"Brother Nangong..."

At this time, the sisters Irene and Ai Ji, who were sleeping in the house, suddenly cried out in fright.

Nangong Wentian immediately got up and ran into the house when he heard the words, and found that Ai Ji was covered in cold air, her eyes were tightly closed with a pained expression on her face.

Master Chen, who was passing by outside the house, also came in when he heard the sound. After seeing Ai Ji like this, he sighed and said: "Oh, her cold poison has flared up again, this is the seventh time, if this continues, I'm afraid..."

(End of this chapter)