Fantasy Real Pen

"I have no money." In the noodle shop, Jiang Xuan, the former girl who regained consciousness, said frankly. Liu Ye paid the bill for her. "Why are you following me?" He turned around and asked. "Nowhere to go." She answered directly. The half piece of residual jade around Liu Ye's waist suddenly became hot. "Boy, I will lend you my body to live here first." A lazy voice sounded in Liu Ye's mind, carrying a joke that had been dormant for a hundred years. At the same time, Jiang Xuan, who was captured by the police, collided with the iron chains on her wrists. She looked back at him for the last time, not knowing whether she was happy or sad. Two secrets that traveled through time awakened at the same time - the Chosen One who had been sleeping for hundreds of years, and the ancient existence that parasitized the soul. When the county government dungeon was heavily locked, the broken bones in Liu Ye's palms groaned, and he finally understood that the kindness of that bowl of noodles had already bound his fate. The shadow of dynasty change and the thousand-year chess game of the Chosen One are drawing this poor young man into the center of the whirlpool.