Deliveryman of the Heaven

1Weiqing looked at the three people beside him blankly, while the other three also looked at Weiqing with a blank look on their faces.     0

    

"Hmph, just by looking at it, I can tell that you guys aren't good people. Will this baby stop playing with you?" Eh, who's the baby? "How can there be such a disinterested name?" Baby Xu looked at the three weird people in front of him with disdain, and fawned on them. The dust on his clothes billowed as he strutted off into the distance.    

    

Darknorth Ancestor swept his eyes across Weiqing and his, and shouted: "Why are you following this old man?"    

    

Weiqing cursed: "You old bastard, who followed you? Look at your face, you're just a beggar! " He then looked at Lv Futian and frowned: "Looking at your clothes, you should be a scholar?"    

    

Lv Futian asked: "Scholars, what is it, can it be eaten?"    

    

Weiqing snorted: "Are you an idiot?"    

    

Lv Futian was startled, "Is that fool my name? Thank you brother."    

    

The Darknorth elder snorted. "Kid, come with me. Don't follow that bastard. You have the face of a jinx."    

    

Lv Futian gave a light "oh" before stupidly following the Darknorth Ancestor.    

    

The nine layers of the azure sky, each world. The nine layers merged together to form the Heavenly Daos. The world of ice and snow, which made people despair, fell into a deathly silence and loneliness that tormented people the most. It reflected the true color of a cultivator.    

    

The world of ice and snow interpreted human nature, so what was this wooden world?    

    

The power of spacetime!    

    

When Weiqing and the other two woke up, they had already forgotten who they were. The memory in their heads was stripped away by the power of space and time, as if they had returned to the ignorance of a baby.    

    

Qing Qing didn't pay any attention to the three prodigies as she left, and was even somewhat gratified.    

    

These three people he did not know stayed by his side, just in case he was at a disadvantage.    

    

When a person returns to the initial loss, there is only one kind of instinct left to protect themselves, or to be selfish, will not believe in anyone.    

    

As he aimlessly walked across the plains, Weiqing's mind was completely blank. He clearly felt that he understood many things, but it just so happened that he couldn't recall a single one of them completely. He couldn't even remember his own name for a very long time.    

    

For example, when a light breeze blew, Weiqing would subconsciously wear the clothes he was wearing. As for why he had to do it, Weiqing did not know either.    

    

Also, he was hungry. He would pick a fruit to eat, but he didn't know what it meant. He would pick the fruits the moment he saw them …    

    

Many things, were like the most primitive kind of ability that controlled Weiqing to walk and walk on this mysterious and terrifying plain. Even he himself knew that his skin was slowly growing older, becoming like tree bark. The hair on his head slowly started to fall off, and Weiqing did not pay it any heed.    

    

He felt that this should be a very normal thing. No one can avoid birth, old age, and death.    

    

What is life and death?" Weiqing scratched his head, grabbed down a large handful of white hair, and rubbed his half-bald head. He was even a little proud, and laughed foolishly: "Now that I have no hair, I feel a lot more comfortable …" "He did not realize that in just a few days, his vitality had been ruthlessly eroded by the passage of time …    

    

On the seventh day, Weiqing panicked.    

    

He realized that he was sick. He did not have a very strong concept of the 'illness' that had popped out of his head. He only felt that his body was very uncomfortable and that he would not be tired after walking for a long time.    

    

This situation was a completely different experience from the first few days where he was lively and lively within his mind. Weiqing didn't know how this happened, but what went wrong?    

    

However, he knew that something must have gone wrong with him!    

    

With his strong sense of danger, Weiqing sat down on the grass.    

    

Firstly, he really couldn't run anymore, and secondly, he had to figure out what was wrong with him.    

    

"Who I am is no longer important. What's important is that I definitely know what happened to me." Even after seven days, Weiqing still had not recalled who he was. However, the consciousness and instincts in his mind had already given him a very strong sense of danger and the ability to think!    

    

But Weiqing thought about it for a long time, his mind did not have any clues, the things in his brain right now were too little!    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

There was someone up ahead!    

    

Weiqing suddenly saw a person walking towards him from afar. It was an old man who was dressed in tattered clothes, but he looked a little familiar. Weiqing felt that this person must know him, maybe he could be able to tell him more things.    

    

"Halt!"    

    

Weiqing chased after him and shouted.    

    

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he cried out involuntarily: "Weiqing, it's you?"    

    

Weiqing was overjoyed as he thought to himself, "So my name was actually Weiqing …" Instantly, as the two words "Weiqing" popped up in his mind, Weiqing gained a few more memories in an instant. He realized that he really knew this old man in front of him …    

    

Weiqing laughed, "Old fellow, who are you?"    

    

This old fellow in front of him was none other than Xuanyuan Changgui.    

    

Xuanyuan Changgui looked at Weiqing who was around the same age as him, and suddenly a killing intent flashed past his eyes.    

    

Xuanyuan Shiba also lost his memories, but his condition was much better than Weiqing's. Not only was Xuanyuan Changgui's cultivation higher, he was also a Tribulation Stage expert who came from the Mind ABI Tour of Hell.    

    

Xuanyuan Changgui was lucky. While he was still confused and confused, he killed a person and quickly gained some memories.    

    

Relying on these precious memories, Xuanyuan Changgui used his overwhelming strength to kill three people already. He discovered a secret. Every time he killed a person, he would be able to recover some of his memories. Moreover, he would also be able to keep them fresh for a long time, preventing himself from aging too quickly.    

    

Most importantly, the greater the link between him and the killer, the more skills and lifespan he would receive!    

    

"From the moment I regained consciousness, aside from my own name, the second name is a name called Weiqing. At the start, I still couldn't figure out who this Weiqing was, and why he was so important to me. But the moment I saw this person, the word 'Weiqing' came out of my mouth, it was a kind of instinct!"    

    

"I wanted to kill him the moment I saw him, which means he's my enemy with a lot of hatred!"    

    

Xuanyuan Changgui thought about this.    

    

Evidently, Xuanyuan Changgui's recovery was much better than Weiqing's. Not only did he long since remember who he was, he could also think of someone else's name and know how to acquire memories and increase his lifespan. Seeing the confused Weiqing in front of him, Xuanyuan Changgui laughed like a child, happily.    

    

Weiqing frowned: What are you laughing about?    

    

Xuanyuan Changgui laughed: "Because we know each other, we are friends!"