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The shells of the terracotta warriors on both sides split instantly.

It shattered into pieces and fell to the ground piece by piece.

After the shell falls off.

The real bodies of the ten Xuanjia soldiers were revealed immediately!

I saw them kneeling together, arms crossed.

Looking at Jiang Tian with fiery eyes!

"See Xiaoyao Wang! We are lucky to live up to our fate! Guard here for a thousand years! Madam and Zhen's family, no problem!"

The momentum is huge and deafening!

Everyone in the Zhen family heard the voice from the ancestral hall!

Their Zhen family has been guarded for thousands of years!

But madam, who is it?

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After Jiang Tian heard the words of the Xuanjia Army, he personally stepped forward to help each Xuanjia Army up.

Reach out and pat them on the shoulder.

"It's all hard work! They are all good brothers of this king!"

"Next, take a good rest!"

After hearing Jiang Tian's words, the Xuanjia soldiers who were lifted up were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood!

The prince's affirmation is their greatest glory!

"It is our duty to die for the prince!"

This scene was seen by Zhen Henian who came in behind him.

Patriarchs of this generation have never really seen the Xuanjia Army, but at this moment ten of them appeared together and bowed down to Jiang Tian!

Although it was expected, it still shocked him severely.

Jiang Tian ignored Zhen Henian who followed in, but walked towards the back of the ancestral hall.

Just now a Xuanjia army has already touched the mechanism.

At this moment, in the open space behind the ancestral hall, there is a staircase leading to the ground.

Jiang Tian knew what was under this ladder.

Without hesitation, he went straight down.

The passage was not long, but under his steps, it seemed extraordinarily long.

Jiang Tian just walked step by step.

The closer he got, the more nervous his heart became.

At the end of the front, there is a bright light.

After the light is off, you will be in the underground palace.

Fifteen terracotta warriors stand on each side of the outer perimeter of the underground palace.

After Jiang Tian came to the underground palace, he saw the white marble coffin in the center at a glance.

He knew that Zhen Mi was lying inside.

Without any hesitation.

Go straight forward.

The terracotta warriors on both sides remained silent at the moment.

They were very excited to see the prince again!

But they know.

Don't disturb the prince at this time!

Not only can't be disturbed.

Even pretend to be blind!

He really is a good soldier who respects his duty!

After coming to the center of the palace.

Jiang Tian reached out and touched the cold white marble coffin.

Look down.

A picturesque and beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes.

The eyelashes are long and slender, the nose is straight and straight, and the face is as creamy and white as jade.

A beautiful face without makeup wins countless beautiful scenes in the world.

It has a goddess temperament that is pure and pure, and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

It's just that the eyebrows on Xiu's face are slightly furrowed.

As if worried about something.

Uneasy, haggard, and pitiful.

Jiang Tian looked at this familiar pretty face.

It seems to have crossed the long river of time.

Back to the sunny day when we first met...

"Little girl Zhen Mi, thank you for saving my life, Master."

"Young master, let's get married."

"Mi'er will wait for the young master. If you can't wait ten years, you will be a hundred years. If you can't wait a hundred years, you will be a thousand years, or ten thousand years."

"Maybe Mi Er won't be able to wait for that time, but Mi Er will always wait for the young master until he dies."

In the jasper years, who promises who will grow old forever.

All kinds of scenes when they met flashed in Jiang Tian's mind one by one.

Then there was a long sigh.

He reached out and gently stroked the beautiful woman's pretty face.

When his hand touched Zhen Mi Ruyu's skin.

Her eyes opened slightly.

A pair of slightly confused eyes, but with a sense of vicissitudes, opened.

Her eyes fell on Jiang Tian.

looking at each other,

Like thousands of years.

At this moment, all the surrounding reality seemed to be pulled away.

Everything, as if it doesn't exist anymore.

In the whole world, there are only two people left.

In her eyes, there is only the figure in front of her.

This figure made her miss thousands of times.

This figure made her sleepless.

This figure made her willing to endure the pain of lovesickness for thousands of years!

At this moment, her pupils were silently trembling.

Is it a dream?

Otherwise, why would she see the man in her dream?

But if it was a dream, how could it be so clear?

Why is the warmth on the face so realistic?

But if it's not a dream...

No, it must be a dream!

Thousands of years have passed, I don't know how many times I have dreamed of such a scene.

This should be one of those times...

Jiang Tian saw the nostalgia and longing hidden in these eyes.

His heart couldn't help but twitch.

Then, with the most tender tone in his life, he called softly:

"Mi'er."

"My son is here."

When Zhen Mi inside the coffin heard the words, two lines of tears couldn't help falling down.

That's when she realized it was true.

This time it's real.

Everything is no longer a dream!

Son, come to find her.

One thousand eight hundred years of waiting.

When I was in the jasper years,

The old man who promised.

Come to her.

He, did not break his promise...

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Chapter 171 The Plastic Sisters

"Sir~"

"Young Master finally came to find Mi'er~"

"Mi'er waited so hard..."

The eyes were already filled with crystals.

The way she looked at Jiang Tian was like a dream.

Excitement, tension, nostalgia, admiration.

Under the outbreak of various emotions.

She is like a moth to a fire,

And like a bird returning to its nest.

He got up and threw himself into Jiang Tian's arms.

The jade lotus root tightly wrapped around the neck of the sweetheart.

The pretty face was buried deep in the bosom of her sweetheart.

It seems that only in this way can my heart be stable and have something to rely on.

"Son..."

"Mi'er's mother, father, brothers and sisters."