Zhou Poxin sat on a bench on the square of St. Freya, pressing his hands on his face, tears flowing unstoppably.

It is obvious that this place is so familiar and gentle in my memory.

But I am not the person I remember.

They will only recognize that dead guy!

hateful!

His heart was roaring constantly, his heart was filled with resentment and injustice, and he felt unfair about his life.

Why can't I get everything about Zhou Yongxin? I'm obviously not much different from him.

If possible, as long as the memory of Mr. Theresa and his friends about Zhou Yongxin's death can be eliminated, they can return to this place.

Live as Zhou Yongxin!

He thought so, his thoughts were completely paranoid.

At this moment, a footstep came from the side, and Zhou Poxin looked over, his eyes slightly sharp.

Here comes a woman, tall, and the same as herself. Her eyes are dark brown, full of confidence and pressure.

But even so, Zhou Poxin was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he actually felt familiar with this person and seemed to have seen him there before.

Zhou Yongxin saw Zhou Poxin's eyes and the cold look in his dark brown pupils made him laugh.

It turns out that I could have shown such a look before.

A strong but weak guy in his heart.

If I hadn't had the help of this group of partners at that time, maybe my experience would be the same as his.

Unfortunately, I am lucky if I don’t have any ifs.

"I am the leader of San Fia, Tianqiong City, Zhou Yongxin."

When Zhou Poxin heard this name, he stood up directly, with a look of great surprise.

"You are the big man in Tianqiong City!"

Zhou Yongxin smiled and said, "I feel a little distressed when I see you alone here. I don't know if the little girl can help you." Zhou Yongxin spread his right hand out and shook it up and down casually.

That indifferent and casual attitude made Zhou Poxin yearn for it, and he hoped that he could be as free and easy as her.

But after all, he was still a stranger. Zhou Poxin shook his head, "No need, I'm not familiar with you."

But Zhou Yongxin did not intend to end the conversation like this. After all, the person in front of him is also a good combat power, and he has the ability to collapse his own and Dilinghus.

Maybe there is also the cultivation of Taixu Sword Heart.

So Zhou Yongxin didn't plan to let him go so easily.

So he said, "But I am quite familiar with you."

This is a lot of meaning, it depends on how Zhou Poxin understands it.

He looked up at himself in surprise, his voice questioning, "Ms., I think we must have never met before. Where does your familiarity with me come from?"

"I'm very familiar with your face." Zhou Yongxin made it straight to the point.

This also changed Zhou Poxin's expression, and he climbed up with anger and snorted coldly, "What's wrong, can St. Freya's outsiders come to find me?"

Is he so irritable a year ago?

Zhou Yongxin was puzzled and continued, "I have been to the cemetery of St. Freya before and met a person who looks the same as you. I was just curious, is that your brother?"

Asked knowingly, Zhou Yongxin continued to say that and saw how this person would answer him.

"Brother...hehehe, brother, hahaha!"

He suddenly let out a desolate laugh, allowing Zhou Yongxin to feel his sadness.

I just saw him suddenly rushing to him and grabbing his collar.

"Brother, I don't want to be his brother, I am him! I want to be him completely! I want to be Zhou Yongxin, I don't want to be his shadow, let's talk about it! He is dead! He has become a pile of bones! Why can't I forget him in this world!!"

Zhou Yongxin's eyes flashed, his expression became colder, and he grabbed his arm with his backhand and threw it over his shoulder!

Dong!

Zhou Poxin was thrown to the ground, his facial features were twisted, and he stood up staggeringly.

"Ahem, you..."

"You are really not gentlemanly enough to treat a girl. Why, am I surprised by my strength? Don't forget, who am I? Are you?

Do you think I'm just a weak woman?"

Zhou Yongxin's cold question made Zhou Poxin's body stiffen. He naturally knew what the storm this woman had made in Tianqiong City this year.

If it were himself, he wouldn't be able to do it.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Yongxin, a year ago, was indeed very weak in his psychological achievements.

Zhou Yongxin fully realized that if he had not had the fate of the siege and killing a year ago, he might not have been able to grow like this.

But he would not thank Otto unless he could also try the taste of being penetrated by the white flowers in the black abyss!

Now my heart position is still tortured by the decomposition fog of the Black Abyss!

But looking at Zhou Poxin in front of you, Zhou Yongxin said coldly: "Look at your pitiful appearance, you are completely shrouded by Zhou Yongxin's shadow. I believe I am not the first person to tell you like this. You have memories, memories, and happiness. That is just your feeling, not reality. You are a clone, right? Although fate is a bit gray, I didn't expect that they would dare to make such an ethical drama directly. If you... if you are always shrouded by the original memory, you can't get out, do you understand?"

"What do you know? You don't know anything at all. I have no other choice except becoming Zhou Yongxin. What do you want me to do?"

Zhou Yongxin suddenly rose up and swept over with his legs.

Zhou Poxin immediately turned into an arm and blocked the attack.

It also allowed Zhou Yongxin to see the cloned state of this guy. As expected, the beast-turned state was not complete, and half of his body could not be transformed into beast-turned.

But on the contrary, he should also have some powers of Dillinghusse.

But he probably doesn't know it yet.

The so-called bystanders are clear, and Zhou Poxin is not clear about his body.

"what you up to."

Zhou Poxin stood up, his eyes filled with hostility.

In contrast, Zhou Yongxin's dark brown pupils also turned into murderous power.

At that level, Zhou Yongxin is even more powerful!

A cold sweat dripped from Zhou Poxin's forehead. He knew that he could not beat the guy in front of him.

"You are not exactly the same." Zhou Yongxin left this sentence, "I'm done, do you understand or not, rely on yourself."

Zhou Yongxin turned around and finally left a reminder.

"You may think about another situation. Maybe Zhou Yongxin, whom you mentioned, is not dead?"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, which made Zhou Poxin's body instantly get goosebumps.

If he is not dead.

Then what do you mean?

Zhou Poxin clenched his silver teeth, his body trembled instinctively fear. He could not imagine what he would be like at that time.

He can't wait here anymore, he wants to take action.

That's right, action!

Thinking of this, he stood up and ran outside.

As for where he went, Zhou Yongxin didn’t know, and there was no need to know.

Turning around, suddenly, there was a person standing in front of me.

A very familiar person.

Dillinghus!

"At the big night, the beauty can't sleep, can she enjoy the moon?"

Zhou Yong chuckled, "Diringhusse, you don't need to beat around the bush with me. You should recognize me. When I discovered it just now, you and I already knew each other's existence."

And Dillinghus was no longer shy about it and said, "I knew you wouldn't die so easily, but now I know such a secret. Should I share such joy with others?"

"You can do whatever you want, but I can share Dilal's secret with the Siberian branch." Zhou Yongxin spread his hands.

Dillinghusse's expression suddenly froze, and then quickly returned to normal, "When did you know?"

"When I came, someone from the Siberian branch also came, but I didn't know it was you at that time, and it made me start to suspect that Dillar's identity was the black shadow who came to St. Freya for a while ago. The voice and body shape were the ones I couldn't remember, but when I saw you, I remembered it."

"Isn't it the girl who follows you?"

"Thinking of your disguise skills, even though

Superb, but it is not as convenient as I am now to change my gender directly. Isn’t the only male in the Siberian branch Dilal?”

Zhou Yongxin smiled slightly and looked at Deeringhus, which was meaningful.
To be continued...