Chapter 1322 (1/2)

The chariot moved slowly into the fog.

The fog was so heavy that they could not see the place three feet away from the chariot. If the chariot itself had not formed a defensive circle to prevent the invasion of fog, they would have been hard to meet each other.

Ling Han holds the hand of Tianfeng goddess. In case there is any terror here, he will send his daughter-in-law to the black tower as soon as possible. As for others, it depends on the situation.

After all, they are just showing sympathy for each other, not to mention friendship.

The chariot moves forward, the wheels roll, and there is a huge noise of crushing the earth, which is the power of holy material.

Ling Han's eyes are focused on the front, but no matter how wide his eyes are, it's useless to start the eyes of real vision. The front is still a cloud, if eternal.

However, as he walked, he suddenly opened up in front of him. There was a courtyard. A young man was practicing sword. He was only thirteen or four years old. His breath reached the mountain and river.

It's amazing how big it is to step into the mountains and rivers!

No!

Ling Han quickly shook his head. He was walking in the fog. How could he suddenly see a courtyard with a teenager?

Why, where are the goddess Tianfeng?

Ling Han looked left and right in a hurry, but found that there was no chariot, where there were traces of Tianfeng goddess, Shi Huang and others?

And when he shook his head and looked around, he saw that the boy also stopped practicing his sword and was looking around, moving He as like as two peas.

Is he the boy?

Ling Han raised his hand, the young man also raised his hand, full of confusion.

Am I out of my mind?

Ling Han fought a cold war, suddenly was pulled forward by a strong force, toward the young man ran into the past. But the boy did not seem to find it at all. He was still standing, with no intention of dodging.

Poof!

Two people collided with each other, but no one bumped who fell, but Ling Han, the whole person like water, melted into the young man's body.

At this moment, he was completely integrated with the youth.

No, it's not a unity. Except for a name, the boy has no memory. It's empty. It should be said that his spirit came into the body.

His consciousness is a little fuzzy, two names are tossing in his mind, one is Ling Han, the other is Ding Zizhen.

Who am I?

Ling Han is at a loss. His memory of himself is fading away rapidly. He has only one idea left, that is, his name is Ding Zizhen, others I don't know anything.

He snapped his teeth. He was Ling Han!

The fog was a psychedelic array, which unconsciously affected his mind.

Into the black tower.

Ling Han thought quickly, but found that there was no black tower in his body, as if he had really become Ding Zizhen.

What's going on?

I'm not Ding Zizhen, I'm ling Han!

Ling Han yelled in his body, reminding himself that no black tower is the biggest flaw. Let him catch it and do not lose his original intention.

”Ding Zizhen!” Several young people walked into the courtyard, ”it's time to go to the clan contest!”

”Hey, just admit defeat honestly, otherwise you will not be able to practice for another three months.”

”Don't you come up with me?”