Magic Martial Arts

"Palace Jade Liquid Wine..."

Just as Su Chen was daydreaming, an old and distant voice with a strange accent sounded. The melody was so familiar and the words were so intimate that Su Chen did not think too much and answered without thinking:

"One hundred and eighty cups!"

As if reciting a line, the distant and old voice continued to sing along:

"How about this wine..."

"Listen to me...blow you~hmm???"

However, when Su Chen habitually connected the interface, he suddenly discovered that something seemed... not right!

With a little uneasiness and confusion, Su Chen still hesitated and asked doubtfully:

"you are?"

"You are me, she is me, I am me, then who am I..."

However, the melody that Su Chen was more familiar with sounded again. Although the voice was still old and even a little out of breath, the tone and rhythm were exactly the same. To be honest, the voice was indeed a little unpleasant... and he really had no talent for singing, but the lyrics and rhythm still sounded very brainwashing. At this moment, Su Chen was still a little confused, but he continued to sing unconsciously:

"I am me, I am him, I am you, then who am I...you are you, he is...um...stop! Stop it...I...ah, this is not over yet..."

Only halfway through the recitation, Su Chen's mouth curled up, and he swung his little hands and stopped abruptly. However, the expression on his little face was very strange, and he kept mumbling to himself, as if he had discovered something "scary"... Big "Mimi"... uh... a big secret.

After waiting for a long time, Su Chen gradually calmed down. Nothing more "strange" happened. Su Chen simply looked up and looked forward, at the blurry black shadow with huge bull horns on its head, and asked:

"How to say?"

"How do you say what?"

Su Chen asked simply, and the blurry shadow seemed confused, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of the sentence.

"Grandpa Witch King, you asked me to come here... so... if there is anything... please tell me!"

Su Chen was completely speechless after hearing this. He raised his little hands and patted his face weakly, muttering to himself, looking helpless.

"But I've finished what I'm saying!"

The Witch King did not know where he took out a small, twisted, ox-horn cane. The black beads on the cane emitted a soft white light the next moment, illuminating the tent. At the same time, Su Chen saw the Witch King's old face, which was full of grooves and looked extremely confused!

"That's it?"

Su Chen was confused. It felt like they had gone through so much trouble to get me here just to rehearse the lines...

"Yes! That's it! I only know these two sentences, and you got them all right, so you are... the legendary... the child of prophecy!"

The Witch King was still hunched over, and with his empty left hand, he stroked the few strands of black beard on his chin as he spoke, but the expression on his old face was unusually serious.

Su Chen couldn't help but imagine that the Witch King in front of him said to him in a very serious tone:

"You haven't discovered your true mission yet because you haven't met the person who gave you the 'three moles'"

Then, the scene changed, and the fairy Zixia came over with enchanting steps. She looked at Su Chen deeply with her beautiful eyes, then raised her finger and pointed at the three moles on the sole of Xiao Chenchen's foot, and said in a clear and pleasant voice:

"Now... you are mine. If anyone bullies you in the future, tell them my name. From now on... I will be called 'Pansi Daxian'..."

"Eh... 'Pansi Daxian'... five hundred years ago!!!"

The exciting scene in his imagination ended here. Su Chen was still in the Witch King's tent, with his head down and a smile on his face, muttering to himself in a low voice:

"This... 'rhythm' seems to be... a bit fast!"

Just when the Witch King was at a loss as to what was going on, what he was saying, and why, Su Chen suddenly raised his head and said coquettishly:

"I knew that I would be a peerless hero... One day I would come to see you on the black fog. Unfortunately... I guessed right at the beginning, but I didn't expect the result to come... So soon... Hehehe!"

At this moment, a child of six or seven years old was standing with his hands on his hips, looking up, laughing coquettishly, while the Witch King was holding a cane in his right hand and touching his beard with his left hand. He was frozen in mid-air, as if he was petrified.

I have to say that the scene in front of me is indeed very... inexplicable... but if you look closely, you can still clearly see that there are some "tears" in the corners of Su Chen's eyes. This seemingly "nonsensical" and "crazy" behavior seems to be a kind of "catharsis". Yes... Su Chen misses home... That "earth" that may not be the most perfect, with "sadness", some "pain", "touching", "happiness", and even parents and relatives!