Rebirth at the highest level: The abstinent uncle breaks his vow for her

Jiang Xueyao was hugging Xiao Qian'an's neck at this time, looking at his red ears, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

It’s great that the person she cares about is by her side now.

"Brother, let me check your pulse and see how you are doing."

Jiang Xueyao was a little worried.

Xiao Qian'an stretched out his hand naturally.

Jiang Xueyao felt Xiao Qian'an's pulse, her eyes lit up, "Brother, you are feeling much better now."

"Brother, are you Xuanhuang or Xiao Qian'an now?"

"We were originally one person, one body, but the thoughts and soul I left behind a thousand years ago merged with the present, so I have some memories from a thousand years ago, but they are incomplete."

"That should be related to the other two souls you are missing. Maybe if they are integrated, your body will be healed."

But she still remembered that she had to find the high priest first to find the direction of guidance.

"And those black-robed masters who suddenly appeared in the last life, those dark forces, no one knows where they came from."

"I didn't quite understand it before, but now I think their skills are like those of psychics and magicians."

"After we get out, we still have to go to the Global Center to look for clues."

No matter what, Xiao Qian'an's health is the most important to Jiang Xueyao.

Xiao Qian'an hugged Jiang Xueyao for a while before he loosened his arms and let her go.

He stroked her hair gently.

"You take a rest first. There are a lot of things here. I'll clean them up first. Some of them need us to take out."

Jiang Xueyao looked at Xiao Qian'an and suddenly understood why he liked to touch her hair so many times.

It seems like a very natural action.

And she didn't reject it in her heart, as if she had a very familiar feeling.

It turns out that this is all due to subconscious habits and memories from thousands of years ago.

When she was first brought to the mountain, she was still very young, only eight years old, and small in stature. Sometimes when she was in a bad mood, Xiao Xuan would touch her hair to comfort her, accompany her, tell her stories and talk a lot.

In fact, he is not a talkative person, but for her, he learned to tell many stories.

His voice was very gentle. When she first went up the mountain, she woke up in the middle of the night and sometimes couldn't fall asleep.

He would stay by her bedside until she fell asleep, and then he would sleep on the couch next to her for the night.

It gave her a strong sense of security.

His companionship and careful care healed her heart like a warm current.

Whenever she thinks about it now, she feels very warm.

"I'll help you!"

Xiao Qian'an had already walked to the wall and pressed a few places.

There was only a slight "click" sound.

A wall next to it suddenly started to rotate.

It turned around like a revolving door.

Then the murals on the wall were revealed.

"Is this a mural, a scene from the ancient witch tribe?"

Jiang Xueyao immediately saw the mural on the wall of people holding torches, and the altar.

The murals look so lifelike that one can admire the wisdom and painting skills of the ancients.

When Jiang Xueyao thought of her memories as Mo Yaozhi, she understood why so many forces today wanted to get some things from ancient times.

Because there are some things that technology cannot replace or compare to.

For example, the hidden weapons in the Mohist Mechanical City.

Some of the weapons in the Mohist Mechanical City are made of spirit stones and are extremely strong.

There are also hidden weapons, which are more lethal than the hot weapons in today's technological age.

Most of them are not comparable to hot weapons.

While Jiang Xueyao was thinking about something, the wall turned around, revealing a door.

"There is another door here. What's inside?"

"It's a secret room!"

Jiang Xueyao followed Xiao Qian'an in, and her eyes lit up when she saw the scene in the secret room.