Super Golden Eye

Ji Ya's eyes turned drifting: "This question is more sensitive. If you agree to tell me everything in the Saint Ancestor Treasure, then I will answer you. Otherwise, don't talk about it!"

Fang Yang said, "Are you not afraid that the relationship we just eased will break again?"

Ji Ya didn't raise her eyes at all: "The door is behind you. Since I'm not sure to keep you, I can only let you go."

This attitude made Fang Yang even more curious about her identity: "What do you want to know about the Saint Ancestor Treasure? I know, maybe not much more than you."

Ji Ya didn't know when there was an extra file in her hand, slowly sorting out her nails:

"I have found fourteen people who have entered the treasures of the holy ancestor. But apart from some useless things, the only name mentioned is you!

The Saint Ancestor’s Treasure is something in my house. I just want to take out my own things. Is there anything wrong? "

"Uh...what's in your house?"

Below Yang is even more surprised. As everyone knows, the treasure of the ancestor is left over after the death of the ancestor Yuan, that is, the tomb of the ancestor Yuan.

I dare to say that the mausoleum of the Primordial Ancestor belongs to my own family, and he is so confident... Is this Ji Ya, the person next to the Primordial Ancestor? !

When this idea came up, even Fang Yang was shocked. If it was true, wouldn't it mean that Ji Ya had lived for more than a thousand years? !

and many more! The people around Yuan Shengzu, Princess Xixia...Fang Yang worked hard to find these keywords, and finally reminded him of the origin of the Princess Xixia!

Since discovering the Golden Coffin Emperor's Coffin, Fang Yang forced himself to search for a lot of historical books or unannounced stories about the Yuan Shengzu period, especially during the period before his death.

In addition to lamenting that the saint ancestor used soldiers like gods and resourceful, the most legendary is undoubtedly his bizarre death.

In fact, until now, there is no definite conclusion about how Yuan Shengzu died. Everyone just guessed and made judgments out of thin air.

Among them, the richest legend and the most widely circulated is that after the saint ancestor captured the Xixia Palace, he forcibly occupied the Xixia Princess, but was bitten off his private parts at night and died.

Could it be that the Ji Ya in front of him is really the Princess Xixia who caused the death of Saint Yuan's ancestor in the rumors?

When in doubt, it is natural to ask for a certificate. Fang Yang didn't have any scruples, and asked directly: "Are you the Xixia princess who rumored Yuan Sheng Ancestor to fall?"

A bit of bitterness flashed across Ji Ya's face: "What do you want me to say? I am indeed the poor man who witnessed the death of the saint ancestor, but it was not I who killed him.

As long as someone with a bit of a brain, it’s not difficult to figure out that the saint ancestor has fought for a lifetime and has a strong body. At that time, I was just a weak woman without the power of a chicken.

Think about it from another angle, how many women were there around Saint Ancestor, I'm afraid he can't even remember him?

Most of them are forced to be close to him. Will he be unsuspecting for such a person? Nothing has ever happened?

It's just that my life is not good. Although I was forced at first, I really fell in love with this great hero.

Unfortunately, when I was about to accept the reality wholeheartedly, he suddenly left me! "

Fang Yang feels like a curious baby now: "Then you are the one who has personally experienced the death of Yuan Shengzu. You should know how he died, right?"

A look of remembrance appeared in Ji Ya's eyes: "Of course, I have suppressed these things in my heart for thousands of years, and I have never talked about it to anyone. Let's make an exception today!

In fact, the death of the saint ancestor can be said to be due to many reasons. One year before his death, during the expedition, he accidentally fell off his horse and suffered a dark illness.

Although after recuperating and recovering well, after all, he was old and it was impossible to return to his previous state.

However, the saint ancestor was full of energy and was extremely keen on matters of men and women, and even took a lot of pills, eventually his body was empty, causing a dark illness and died. "

"It feels like the body is hollowed out..."

Don't know why, Fang Yang suddenly remembered such a sentence. It now appears that this legendary emperor is so legendary even to die.

Although there is no evidence, Fang Yang still believes Jiya's words very much. Then asked:

"Then what's the matter with you? It's not that when you met Yuan Sheng Ancestor, you were still a weak woman, how could you have your current cultivation base and live for thousands of years?"

Now that the chatterbox has been opened, Jiya is opening up more and more. Maybe these things have been held in her heart for too long, and it is really necessary to talk to outsiders too much:

"It may be that my fate is too low, and Lord Jiayan doesn't want to take it! Based on the scene at the time, whether it is related to me or not, it is impossible to escape a destiny, that is, funeral!

However, although I am the concubine of the subjugated country, after all, I am also a person whom the saint ancestor has favored, and in order to appease the Xixia people, I still let me choose the way of death. By mistake, I chose Fudan. "

Fang Yang whispered thoughtfully, "Fu Dan..."

Ji Ya nodded: "Yes, it's just taking pills. Saint Ancestor has a special alchemist around him, who specially refines pills with various functions for him.

I don’t know if it was to make my death more painful, or to verify the medicinal power of the medicine, I actually took dozens of different medicines!

After taking the pill, I felt severe pain in my abdomen and passed out quickly. When I woke up, I found that I had been sent to the underground palace of the tomb! "

Fang Yang asked: "Then how did you escape?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Jiya's eyes: "The underground palace was not finished at the time. After I woke up, someone went to the underground palace to add lamp oil.

I sat up from the coffin and wanted to ask him about the situation outside, but when he turned around and saw me, he yelled, scared to death!

It took me a long time to understand what happened, when I was still young, and I didn't want to die worthless!

So, I changed into the clothes of the upper and lower people, soiled my face with dust, and escaped quietly in the dark.

At that time, I didn't know where I was going, I just knew that the farther I could escape, the better. Finally, I fled to Cullen and lived here. "

Fang Yang asked: "Then how did your current cultivation come from?"

The expression on Ji Ya's face was even more bitter: "After coming out of the mausoleum, I found that my body had changed, and I always thought about men and women.

If you don't do it for a day, your whole body will be burnt and age rapidly. No woman wants to grow old, and neither do I.

Therefore, I am looking for faces for myself every day, and there are also no lack of aristocratic children from the ancient martial arts world. From them, I got some cultivation techniques. "

Fang Yang nodded clearly: "It seems that it is a variety of elixirs that you took that day, and the properties of the medicines contradict each other. Although it unexpectedly prolonged your life, the erysipelas are serious."

Ji Ya deeply agreed: "I think so too, but there is no way. Sometimes I hate this kind of life, but I don't have the courage to die!"

Fang Yang said with emotion: "Indeed, death is the simplest thing. Just a thought, but not everyone can make this determination.

If you believe me, I can check it for you. Maybe if you are lucky, it can resolve the erysipelas in your body. "