I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes - Chapter 673

Chapter 673: 0673

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Did You Hear That?

“Get lost, get lost, get lost!”

On the other side, he shouted angrily.

On the other hand, she rejected him gently and tactfully.

When the two voices exploded in his ears at the same time, Yan Wuyou covered his chest and opened his mouth unconsciously. His expression changed continuously. After a long time, he squeezed out two words.” Ah, this.”

Indeed, from a certain perspective, the meaning of these two sentences was the same.

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However, in terms of senses, it was really too much of a difference!

The former was the furious roar of a True God, while the latter was the helpless rejection of a weak woman.

“I do not know if this fellow is human or not. However, you are really not human…”

Staring at Feng Xia’s face for a long time, Yan Wuyou muttered softly.

This was the first time she knew that there was such a thing!

For the first time, she actually felt great pity for a god!

“With what this guy has done, killing him directly is too easy on him.”

Feng Xia shook his head calmly. He naturally could not say much about traveling through time and space and returning to 700 years ago, but that did not mean that he had forgotten everything Jing Qian had done.

It could be said that if Jing Qian had not intervened at the last moment, there was a high chance that the scale of victory in the battle seven hundred years ago would have tipped towards the Xuan Alliance.

” It’s a pity that I had to activate the power of the long street to block Jing Qian’s attack. However, I would have returned to the modern era and would no longer be able to interfere with the development of that era…”

Every time he recalled the situation, Summer Breeze could only sigh.

After returning to this era, he tried a few more times, but he failed to go back 700 years.

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If it wasn’t for Jing Qian’s severed hand that had brought him to 700 years later, Feng Xia would have even suspected that his 700-year journey against the current was just a dream.

“He will live in this era, live here, and use his own strength to do everything he once did…I’ll settle my sins!”

“Ah, this.”

Yan Wuyou thought for a long time but didn’t know what to say.

So she had to repeat it again.

“You… You can speak?”

The middle-aged man was also shocked.

Originally, he was just pouring out his feelings. The battle puppet’s sudden response was naturally beyond his expectations.

“Yes.” Jing Qian nodded lightly. What nonsense are you talking about!

“You can talk! That was great! That’s great!”

After receiving an affirmative answer, the male Yuan was stunned at first, then he suddenly laughed out loud, as if he had fallen into an unprecedented joy. His laughter shook the entire forest, and he even started to cry.

The man seemed to be crying with joy. That was great…So I’m not alone…”

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“Yes.” If you’re not a f * cking human, how can you be a dog?

“In that case, perhaps fate really allowed me to meet you. In this period of time, to be able to meet a partner like you, I have no regrets even if I die!”

Jing Qian opened his rosy little mouth slightly.

This kind of cross-server chat made him feel powerless.

No, this guy was not even comparable to a cow!

“To think that I, a dignified True God, would actually end up in such a state. If one day, I can find my true body…”

Faced with such an extremely strange scene, even with Jing Qian’s knowledge and experience, he was only left with a sense of absurdity.

While he was ” dealing ” with Yuan’s conversation, another question appeared in Jing Qian’s mind.

What did Xia Feng know about him?

Logically speaking, Feng Xia did not restrict his divine sense. He only needed a thought to easily sense the location of his main body. However, even though he had obtained a certain degree of freedom, he still could not sense the location of his main body!

In his knowledge, this was simply impossible.

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Unless…

The original body was already dead!

“That kind of thing is impossible.”

Jing Qian shook his head and quickly denied this thought.

How powerful was his original body?

He had only bumped into Xia Feng once.

At other times, it could be said that his status was high and could be said to be respected by all the races!

Not to mention who had eaten the heart of a dragon and the guts of a phoenix to dare to make a move on his original body, even if he really chose to start a war, in Xuanyuan and the surrounding world, other than the person from 3,000 years ago, who else had the strength to make a move on his original body?

“Let’s think of a way to deal with this person first.”

“I thought that after leaving Xing Ji, I would be more or less relaxed.”

“Why does it seem even more annoying now?”

Slightly out of his state of mind wandering, Jing Qian immediately heard Yuan’s endless chatter.

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This middle-aged man, who had been extremely arrogant previously, seemed to have finally found someone to talk to. His chatterbox was completely open. Usually, after he said more than ten sentences, Jing Qian would only be able to say a word or two symbolically.

Even so, he still enjoyed it.

“I don’t have a father or a mother.”

” So, in reality, I don’t have a surname.”

“I gave myself a name called Origin, which means that I am my own origin.”

“In certain aspects, I feel that you and I are very similar…”

Jing Qian was slightly stunned when he heard that.

Wasn’t this guy the ancestor of the Mo Family? How did he suddenly lose his parents?

“This person clearly has a hidden meaning in his words…”

At the edge of the East Imperial Continent, Feng Xia’s footsteps paused slightly. He listened to the middle-aged man’s words on the screen and his eyes flickered imperceptibly.” He doesn’t have a father or a mother. He doesn’t have a surname. Is he his own origin?”

Even though the middle-aged man had a huge problem, his bloodline had also been verified.

At first, Feng Xia suspected that there might have been other descendants of the Mo Family that had been passed down over 700 years ago. Now, 700 years later, they had become the Great Prophet’s tools.

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But now it seemed like…

The situation was not as simple as he had imagined!

Thinking of this, he gave a new order to Jing Qian.” Pretend to be unwilling to reject him first. Then, slowly accept him. Finally, agree to this guy’s request.”

Jing Qian:

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Promise what?

He was just a pitiful, weak, and helpless puppet. What did Feng Xia want him to promise that fellow?

“Hmm? The atmosphere in the East Imperial Continent is a little strange!”

Suddenly, Feng Xia looked around as if he had sensed something. He frowned as he felt a faint, gloomy aura permeating the air.

Sob, sob, sob

A breeze blew past, like a sad cry, echoing in the four people’s ears.

“Why do I feel… It’s so cold!”

Yan Wuyou shrunk his neck subconsciously.