The owner of Baozipu looked at Jiang Zhige up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Your name is... Jiang Zhige, right?"

"Yes, big brother, I haven't asked your name yet..."

Jiang Zhige was a little ashamed. The owner of Baozipu not only had an impression of his appearance, but even remembered his name, but he only remembered that the owner of Baozipu set up a stall nearby.

"My name is Zhao Dahai, don't think too much about it, I will remember you only after you reported your name, but I didn't care much about you back then."

Zhao Dahai smiled casually. To be honest, although he felt that Jiang Zhige was familiar at first glance, he still felt a little unbelievable at this moment.

The young man in front of him was handsome, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and his temperament was even more airy. It was really difficult to associate him with a beggar.

Jiang Zhige smiled without saying a word. If he didn't care about him, how could he remember his appearance and name for seven years?

That's right, that winter, the owner of the steamed buns shop worried more than once that after Jiang Zhige had eaten the buns for his sister, there would be no other way to find food.

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When Jiang Zhige had not been seen for several months, the owner of Baozi Shop thought he was dead, but instead hoped that Jiang Zhige would come again to steal the buns.

Unexpectedly, seven years have passed before can see Jiang Zhige again.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you for seven years, why are you back in Yucheng?"

Zhao Dahai was quite puzzled. He had never seen Jiang Zhige in recent years. It stands to reason that Jiang Zhige would not come back.

"Come here to do something, and drop by to see you."

Jiang Zhige didn't explain too much, took out a package from his arms and handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai took the package, felt the heavy weight inside, and wondered, "What's in it?"

"Brother Zhao, do you remember what I said seven years ago?"

"Seven years ago..."

Zhao Dahai's expression was slightly stagnant, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Okay, Big Brother Zhao, my younger brother will stay soon. If I have time in the future, I will definitely come to you for a drink."

"This... well, there will be a period later."

Two days later, he had to go to Baiku Mountain. Jiang Zhige didn't stay for too long. After giving the package, he said goodbye to Zhao Dahai and took Nangong Rou to the outskirts of Yucheng.

After watching Jiang Zhige leave, Zhao Dahai carefully opened the package, and the contents inside were shocked.

The seemingly simple package is filled with golden and silver jewelry.

Zhao Dahai has lived for decades, and he has never seen so much gold and silver. These treasures alone are enough to feed him in fine clothes and jade for the rest of his life.

"The grace of a drop of water must be repaid by a spring..."

"I just laughed it off back then, but I didn't expect you to be a real kid?"

Zhao Dahai was very emotional. He was not immersed in the joy of becoming rich, but was sincerely happy for Jiang Zhige's prosperity.

But Zhao Dahai didn't know that Jiang Zhige, who worshipped Xianmen, was able to interpret the words "Flying Huang Tengda"?

After saying goodbye to Zhao Dahai, Jiang Zhige took Nangong Rou to the outskirts of Yucheng and found the ruined temple.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Nangong pouted softly. The time she spent in the ruined temple was not a good memory for her.

"Rou'er, do you still remember this place?"

Jiang Zhige sighed with emotion. Seven years later, the dilapidated temple has become even more dilapidated.

But it was such a ruined temple that kept him from freezing to death outside.

I still remember when first met Nangong Rou, because Jiang Zhige couldn't find anything to eat, Nangong Rou once cried and told him to leave, claiming that Jiang Zhige was not his brother.

Now that seven years have passed, Nangong Rou has long forgotten all about those words, but Jiang Zhige has always remembered it to this day.

It wasn't that Jiang Zhige held revenge, but the words were so unforgettable that he didn't dare to forget them at all.

Jiang Zhige practiced hard all day, and used this memory to urge himself, just because he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and let Nangong Rou feel disappointed in him.

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"It's more than seven years. Thousands of years have passed, and the Devil Emperor still remembers this matter."

"The Devil...Is he really the Devil?"

"He can remember these memories for thousands of years, how could he betray Fairy Nangong and kill her father?"

The more memories they saw, the less everyone believed that Jiang Zhige was a murderous devil emperor, and the less they believed that Jiang Zhige would betray Nangong Rou.

However, no matter how you don't believe it, the scene of Jiang Zhige killing Nangong Rou's biological father was what Nangong Rou saw with her own eyes.

Nangong Rou's eyes were red, her eyes were always fixed on the picture in the light and shadow, and she was silent without saying a word.

"You are not my brother" makes Jiang Zhige sad to this day.

If everything today is actually because she misunderstood Jiang Zhige, how heartbroken should Jiang Zhige be?

At this moment, Nangong Rou has begun to regret it, and has the urge to save Jiang Zhige desperately.

Now she's not doing it, she just wants to see the exact truth.

Mo Ziyan next to him had a complicated expression. It has been a day since the Demon Emperor's memory appeared, from the first acquaintance of childhood to the precious memories of Tianyun Pavilion.

It's hard to imagine how much impact these images will have on Nangong Rou's heart.

"Jiang Zhige, what are you thinking..."

Mo Ziyan secretly clenched his fists, maybe Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou had a misunderstanding, but Jiang Zhige's ruthlessness towards her could never be fake.

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Naturally, Jiang Zhige didn't just come over to sigh and lead Nangong Rou to a hillside southeast of the broken temple.

He looked around the hillside and quickly found a shallow mound.

Nangong Rou's eyes flickered slightly, and she silently followed behind Jiang Zhige and stopped talking.

Jiang Zhige walked to the mound, took out the tombstone he made by himself from the storage ring, and inserted it into the front of the mound.

Nangong Rou poked her head, silently reciting the small words on the tombstone.

"The Tomb of the Nameless, the younger generation Jiang Zhige stands..."

Nangong Rou is puzzled, since Jiang Zhige will erect a monument for him, why is it a nameless tomb?

Jiang Zhige took out a pot of immortal brew, sprinkled it lightly in front of the tomb, and sighed, "Old man, long time no see."

Nangong Rou was stunned for a while, it seemed that it was the first time she heard Jiang Zhige use such a disrespectful address.

Although it was disrespectful, Nangong Rou could see the extremely rare sadness in Jiang Zhige's eyes.

Jiang Zhige sat beside the tombstone, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

"I always say I'm ungrateful, you only raised me for three years, and I came here specially to set up a monument and pour wine for you, is it enough loyalty?"

Jiang Zhige was talking to himself, as if the old beggar who had already become a corpse could hear it.

As he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red.

Jiang Zhige kept drinking and didn't speak.

Although the old beggar had only raised him for three years, if it weren't for these three years, he would have died long ago.

The old beggar pondered for three days and three nights to come up with a good name for Jiang Zhige, but he didn't even have a surname for most of his life.

If he hadn't taken in Jiang Zhige, the old beggar wouldn't have died so early.