I am an alchemist: Miss Trash

Chapter 700 What is my identity?
"Wake up!" A familiar voice sounded, and the person whom he wanted to meet again countless times was by his side.

Ye Zixi originally thought that seeing the old beggar at the moment when she lost control was an illusion, but she didn't expect that the master really appeared!

It's not an illusion!
Ye Zixi didn't move, and said bitterly, "Master, why didn't you come earlier."

For almost four years, from the moment she left the valley, she wondered how Master was doing, whether he was doing well, and whether he was injured after being chased by his enemies.
She had already guessed that the identity of the old beggar was different, but she didn't expect that even such phantoms could defeat him
Her master is really amazing, if so, why didn't he show up earlier to save Simo
Si Mo Si Mo died to save himself
The old beggar stared at Ye Zixi's lost soul, sighed deeply, and said, "Are you sad for him?"

Ye Zixi didn't answer, but her eye sockets were wet, she closed her eyes, and in the lying position, there were two tear lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Who is Xiao Nuanxi?" Ye Zixi opened her eyes and asked.

The old beggar replied, "Your sister."

My sister, Xiao Nuanxi, has never said anything wrong.

Ye Zixi burst into tears: "What is my identity?"

"Do you want to know?" the old beggar asked seriously.

Ye Zixi turned her head and looked at the old beggar for the first time in four years.

If she met the old beggar in other scenes, she would definitely be overjoyed and ecstatic, but everything that happened at this time told herself that she couldn't break away from the master.

It seems that her master is secretly manipulating some kind of secret that she doesn't know.

And all these secrets are related to himself.

The original ecstasy, worry, and excitement all faded away, only confusion, confusion... the confusion of calm water.

Who are you!

Who is the old beggar? Is this old beggar the master who I have been with for 16 years like an old urchin?Is it the master who calls himself a little bastard who has no morals?

Is this aloof existence that stares at him earnestly and exudes coercion as his master?
Why does she feel that it is all fake, as if these things never belonged to her, as if they belonged to another person and another self.

"Master, you should tell me." Ye Zixi stared at the old beggar seriously.

Tell me who I am, tell me what my past is!
The old beggar looked at Ye Zixi quietly, for a long time, and smiled: "You have to know, of course I won't hide it from you, but I can only open some of your memories, but not all of your memories."

memory
Do you have any other memories?
Ye Zixi immediately said, "I want to know!"

The old beggar smiled lightly, his eyes as deep as the stars showed a cold light that no one could notice, and said, "Okay!"

You have to know, I'll let you know, but I won't be able to accompany you in the future!
The old beggar stretched out his finger, and his whole body's spiritual power was condensed on this finger, and a little white light actually condensed on the fingertip. This white light looked small, but Ye Zixi's body couldn't help trembling and throbbing.

Too terrifying, too terrifying spiritual coercion.

Before Ye Zixi could tremble, the old beggar pressed his fingers on Ye Zixi's forehead so quickly that he couldn't cover his ears, and Ye Zixi couldn't help closing his eyes.

In a daze, in a daze, many pictures converged in Ye Zixi's mind, too many pictures, too many memories, and too many memory gaps.

Various screens.

Sad, sad, happy, joyful, excited.
(End of this chapter)