Douluo: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue

Day 18
By this time Jiang Mo was already 1,200 years old.

And Qianjun is only 1,180 years old.

The brothers turned it around.

Qianjun always looked sleepy, and then he would lie lazily on the grass, listening to Jiangmo telling him the stories he had imagined.

Sometimes, the demon-subduing master would say, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a temple, and in the temple there were seven little guardians."

"What are the names of these seven people?" Qianjun asked boredly.

"I don't know. I only know that the sixth and seventh brothers are Jiangmo and Qianjun." Jiangmo said.

"Then Jiangmo should be the younger brother, and Qianjun should be the older brother." Qianjun said.

"why?"

"Because there must be a critical moment first, and then the demons must be subdued. It's like there is life before there is death."

"That's not right either," Jiang Mo said. "Death should come first, then life. Without a soul, how can there be reincarnation?"

Boy, the demon hunter is good at changing the subject.

"Then when will we die?" Qianjun held his chin and looked at the floating clouds in the distance.

"Do you really want to die?" asked the demon.

"Because it's boring to be with you every day." Qianjun said, "In fact, like you, I also imagine the story of the seven brothers."

"Oh." Jiang Mo responded, and then reacted, "Pfft, pfft, pfft - don't talk nonsense."

"Besides, I also want to know if I will still have this name in my next life if I die."

"Pooh."

"If there is a next life, I want to be the older brother and you be the younger brother." Qianjun revealed his inner thoughts.

"Bah! Don't talk nonsense! If you want to be my brother, I'll let you be." Jiang Mo wanted to cover Qian Jun's mouth, "If I had known, I wouldn't have told you this story."

Strange, isn't this a first-person diary? How do I know the above conversation?
Just after Qianjun and Jiangmo finished their conversation, they saw a vague figure appear in front of them.

"Wow, who are you? How did you get in?" Qianjun looked at me in shock.

"Climbed over the wall?" Jiang Mo also looked over suspiciously.

"No, I fell from the sky." I looked at the "brothers" with a little sigh.

They used to be my sixth grandfather and seventh grandfather.

However, whether it is good luck or bad luck, the world they reincarnated into allowed their lifespans to be extended several times.

Really, even though they are over a thousand years old now, they look like eighteen-year-old young men on Douluo Star.

I remember their surname was Qiangu.

But I didn’t expect that the name in this life would be the same title as before.

"You, what do you want from us?" Qianjun looked at me.

"Guess what I want to do with you?"

"How do I know what you want to do with us?" Qianjun was a little overwhelmed.

As he was speaking, another figure fell from the sky.

"Is this how you all play Deus Ex Machina?" The demon hunter also collapsed. "Should I cry for mercy now?"

It was grandpa who landed.

I set off, and the little universe in my body naturally followed me. Grandpa has a hair ornament on his head that is the same as mine.

It was made by the little devil. She said it was a God-Locking Ring that could suppress and lock our aura and isolate us from the detection of the universe.

This thing is too precious, and the little devil has only made a few of them.

Currently only I, my grandfather and my mother can use it.

When Grandpa looked at the brothers Qianjun and Jiangmo, he couldn't help but want to cover his face.

At this time, Qianjun was stunned: "Hey, man, you look a little familiar."

After hearing this, Jiangmo looked over and nodded thoughtfully: "Appearance reflects the heart, this old man must be a moral role model." "But I can't seem to remember where I've seen you." Qianjun scratched his head in distress.

But Jiang Mo did not discriminate between the living and the dead. He walked up, grabbed my grandfather's sleeve, and shook it.

Looking at my grandfather's face that was a little bit overwhelmed, I suddenly understood why the ancients had the saying "Duanxiu".

"How long has this been going on for you?" Grandpa asked.

"What's going on?" Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, we were just bickering out of boredom."

"No, I mean, the story you made up." Grandpa shook his head.

"That was actually a dream of mine." Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment, then said.

"Actually, I had a similar dream, but in order to please him, I just went along with what he said." Qianjun also took over the conversation.

"That's great." Qian Renxue, that is, me, couldn't help but sigh.

"What's good about this? Aren't you dreaming?" The demon-slayer looked at me and asked in confusion.

"Well, I don't dream anymore." I nodded.

"Ah, then you will lose a lot." Qianjun looked at me with some regret, "Some people say that dreaming is to prevent people from forgetting, so sometimes you still dream about those who died because of you, or dream about those you failed to save."

"Because compared to happiness, sometimes regrets are more unforgettable... We brothers must have had some past lives." Jiang Mo said distressedly, "But we only have incomplete dreams. We understand each other tacitly, and then discuss the contents of the dreams with each other, hoping to dig out clues."

"I always feel that in my previous life, or the life before that, I experienced a world-shaking battle, but I failed to protect the people I wanted to protect." Qianjun said sullenly.

"Your dreams are so precious, are you just telling them to us?" I asked them calmly.

"Because you look like hermits." Qianjun patted his sleeves, as if trying to make himself look neater.

"Maybe you can help us find our past lives."

I was silent for a moment, then looked at my grandfather.

Grandpa seemed a little hesitant. He sent me a message and asked me to make the decision.

Because grandpa wants them to come back, but doesn't want to disturb their current lives.

Grandpa is like this sometimes. He will hesitate and be unsure whether to make a decision or not - except for matters concerning the inheritance of angels.

I thought about it for a while, and then said, "I feel like I can take you to find the regrets of your past lives."

"Can you?" Jiang Mo glanced at me.

"Yes, but it's up to you to decide whether you want to go with me." I decided to invite them.

Jiang Mo looked at Qianjun again.

It seems that even though he is the elder brother in this life, he still can't help but listen to Qianjun's advice.

"Let's go!" Qianjun made up his mind, "But you have to tell us where we are going."

"Go find the other little guardians in your dream." I said calmly.

"Can we really do it?" Jiang Mo hesitated, "We are bound to this planet. If we escape from it, we will die."

"This is the rule of this planet. It seems that humans can survive longer than those in other dimensions. This is because everyone is trapped by their own regrets or inner demons, and then constantly endures their torture." He added, "If we die one day, it means that we have let go of our inner demons or regrets."

"It doesn't matter. Along the way, you will make up for your regrets and will not be restricted by the rules of the planet." I said confidently, "As long as you believe in me, because I also have regrets, and I am also on the way to make up for my regrets."

Jiangmo looked at me and he seemed to sense that I was telling the truth.

He later told me that it was because I was an "ex machina" and therefore had no restrictions, and because they had a natural affinity with my grandfather and me, that they were willing to tell us the story and were willing to believe us.

At this time, Jiangmo and Qianjun discovered that there was something on my grandfather and me, like a talisman.

A hair accessory that holds the hair together.

Maybe if I wear it, I can transcend the planet.

This was the idea they exchanged after telepathy.

So they got a bunch of things from somewhere, packed them in a big bag, and carried it on their backs.

"Please let us go together."

The Diyu galaxy lost two humans from then on, but their departure was not noticed, because the people here did not care about others, they only cared about their own regrets. (End of this chapter)