The Era of Game

80 Guardian Yui

Wan Jingtian was puzzled and walked in carefully.

    In addition to the weird colors and materials, the furnishings in the house are also extremely simple, so simple as if someone lives, but it doesn't look like someone can live.

    "Is anyone here?" Wan Jingtian asked as he walked.

    "Keep walking in and open the innermost door." It was the woman's voice, which sounded younger.

    Wan Jingtian followed the instructions and continued to walk inside.

    This corridor-like passage seems to be very long, at least much longer than it looks on the outside, it seems that the inside is an independent and compressed space. The more you go in, the lighter the surrounding colors, from red to white, and from white to blue.

    The air is getting colder. In other words, it was returning to normal from the heat of the Hell World.

    After walking about a hundred meters, Wan Jingtian finally came to the door. He opened the door. It was a simple room, only a dozen square meters in size.

    In the room, a woman in Tsing Yi was weaving in front of an old loom.

    The appearance of a woman in her twenties is very cute, with a tender white face and agile eyes, as pure as a child in the world.

    Seeing Wan Jingtian coming in, she gave a quiet and beautiful smile and made a nice voice: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally here."

    After waiting for a long time, the woman said again. This statement made Wan Jingtian puzzled.

    "Wait for me? Do you know that I am coming?" Wan Jingtian asked strangely.

    "Yeah, I have waited for you for more than nine hundred years." The woman said with a smile, her voice was very nice, but her hand weaving work never stopped.

    "Uh, over nine hundred years, that's really scary." Wan Jingtian shrugged, "Then who are you? Why are you waiting for me?"

    The work of the woman is not hurried or slow, very even, and her voice is not hurried or slow: "My name is Yui, didn't you come to me?"

    "Looking for you?" Wan Jingtian was even more confused, "I don't know you. I'm here to find Qingyuanjian."

    Yui giggled when she heard the words, and looked at Wan Jingtian with beautiful eyes.

    Wan Jingtian suddenly seemed to understand something. He looked at Yui wearing a Tsing Yi, and gradually became dumbfounded, shouting: "Are you the Qingyuan Sword?!"

    ——No, this sword came too easy, right? As soon as he entered Hell, he was taken directly by the "helicopter"?

    Yui chuckled, "How could I be that old guy? I told you I am Yui." Yui's voice was still sweet, and his eyes were beautiful.

    "Yui Yi..." Wan Jingtian thought about the name carefully and made sure that he didn't have any impression. "I don't think I know you." He said.

    Yui looked at the net he was weaving and said, "Do you know? This blue net under my hand is the enchantment that protects the Qingyuan sword. For more than 900 years, I have to weave the net all the time. , Otherwise the Qingyuan Sword cannot be stored in this hot inferno." She raised her head to look at Wan Jingtian and introduced herself again: "I am the guardian of the Qingyuan Sword-Yui."

    The guardian of the Qingyuan Sword is such a weak woman?

    Regarding the guardian of the Qingyuan Sword, Wan Jingtian hadn't imagined it, he felt that if there was, at least it must be a BOSS of the level greater than the silver armored sword beast.

    However, she has woven a net for more than 900 years? Never stop? This is too awesome!

    Yui said: "I am really happy to see you here, because I am so boring to be here alone, and I am so tired."

    Wan Jingtian shrugged: "I thought the guardian of that kind of killer weapon should be a vicious guy, at least he would never welcome me as an intruder like you. I thought it would be true. There is such a guardian who will definitely try to kill me—isn't this the duty of a guardian? I'm here to take the sword!"

    "Kill you?" Yui's big pure eyes flashed suddenly, "Why should I kill you? You are the one I waited for more than 900 years!"

    Wan Jingtian sighed: "Have waited for more than nine hundred years? But how do you know that I am coming? Are you sure that the person you are waiting for is me?"

    Yui tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I'm not sure..."

    Huh? In other words, you might be waiting for the wrong person? Wan Jingtian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

    Yui's eyes were a little lonely: "The adult said that the person who can redeem the Qingyuan Sword is an impossible person."

    "Isn't it possible that there will be someone? That is to say, there is no such person?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    "No," Yui said, "refers to a person who could not come to me, came to me; a person who could not redeem the Qingyuan Sword, redeemed the Qingyuan Sword."

    "What are you talking about?" Wan Jingtian frowned. Yui's words are clearly paradoxes.

    Yui closed her eyes, her eyelashes were very long, and she seemed to be feeling something.

    "You have no spiritual power?" she said suddenly.

    "Uh, probably." Wan Jingtian scratched his head.

    He didn't understand the "seal" that Xueer said very much. After a long time, he himself was used to it and believed that he was a person with no spiritual power. Anyway, he really can't use any spiritual power now, he never even knows what it feels like to have spiritual power.

    "Are you not the child of the polar ice physique?" Yui opened her eyes suddenly, and a trace of panic floated in her eyes, "Who are you? When the gate of Hell opened, I clearly felt that the child was coming..."

    "It seems that you are really not me..." Wan Jingtian smiled bitterly, "A child of the polar cold ice physique, the person you are talking about is Song Xiaochuan?" Wan Jingtian became sad, "He shouldn't be able to come. ."

    "Oh..." Yui's reaction was a little lost, but this loss was obviously not due to worry about Song Xiaochuan, "That's a pity, that's the person who has communicated with me best so far."

    Yui did not ask Wan Jingtian why Song Xiaochuan could not come, she didn't seem to care about this issue.

    "You said that Xiaochuan communicated with you... Could it be... You told them all the information about the Qingyuan Sword that the inheritors of Shuitian Village knew about?" Wan Jingtian asked in surprise.

    Yui saw Wan Jingtian's curiosity, and asked, "Do you want to know why?"

    Wan Jingtian nodded and made a gesture of asking. He had a foreboding that all of this would be related to the deepest beliefs in Shuitian Village.

    Yui was silent for a short time, and then she used simple words to tell Wan Jingtian about the nine hundred years.