Chapter 280 (2/2)

I don't know why.

The strange face of the fisherman made Zhao Yumeng feel uncomfortable.

”My name is Chan Juan, the king of blood and moon under the throne of eternal night!”

The Fisherman answered Chen xinglie's words, which made Zhao Yumeng's eyebrows locked.

The king of blood moon?

I seem to have a little impression.

The name Chan Juan sounds like a woman.

He who claims to be the king should be of extraordinary status.

Zhao Yumeng finally understood why Chen xinglie called this place the royal mausoleum. Perhaps it was this Chan Juan who claimed to be the king that was buried here.

”Chen Lang knew that for a long time?”

Zhao Yumeng uses the secret of transmission and asks quietly.

Chen xinglie has always liked to tease the rain dream fairy, but this time it is rare that there is no nonsense, just gently shaking his head.

Zhao Yumeng was a little stunned.

Chen xinglie gazed at the fisherman who claimed to be chan Juan and said slowly, ”I only remember that there is a temple of royal mausoleum here. I can't remember the details. Even if the temple is dedicated to the Lord of eternal night, I have forgotten all about it. It's a long time, but I can't remember how much time I've wasted. ”He really can't remember.

When I heard about the mausoleum of the lower kingdom in the upper world, I never thought that one day, I would return to the lower world and return to the downfall of the Qingyang sect. How could I keep these things firmly in mind.

As for what time is long, time wasted, it is full of lies.

Zhao Yumeng nodded his head and frowned slightly.

She did not doubt Chen xinglie's remarks, but she was a little strange. When she asked Chen xinglie earlier, she was using the secret of transmitting sound. When Chen xinglie answered, he spoke directly.

Why?

Zhao Yumeng was a little stunned.

In fact, Chen xinglie did this, one is that his cultivation is not enough, and he can't perform the secret of transmitting sound. Second, it is intentional, that is to let the Chan Juan hear.

Sure enough.

The vertical eye under Chan Juan's cloak, black light condenses and stares at Chen xinglie.

Who is this person?

Why does he know that this is the temple of the Lord of night?

Why do you call this place the king's Mausoleum? Did he know that the king died here?

But when he saw the king, why didn't he even know his name? Did he forget or didn't recognize him?

Chan Juan thought deeply in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out.

Her memory, just like Chen xinglie just said, because time is too long, the years are wasted, and her memory has lost too much. It is just like ordinary people in the world. Once they get older, they will inevitably be unable to remember the details of their childhood.

Is it an old friend?

There are two kinds of old friends, friends or enemies.

What kind of person does he belong to?

Chan Juan kept speculating in her heart, but because only the remnant soul was left, her thoughts were a little confused. For a time, even those enemies and friends in the deep memory could not be remembered.

Right now.

The brightness of the eyes of Chan points to the sword.

Holding a big sword, Chen xinglie said with awe: ”hand over all the valuable things in the temple of the royal mausoleum. I will spare you from death for the sake of you and I may be old acquaintances.”

Chan Juan eyes a Lin.

Is this fear?

Chen xinglie laughed indifferently and said, ”don't worry, I have always believed what I said.”

Chan Juan was silent for a long time, and her tone was still arrogant. She said, ”I want to see your sword handle.”