Chapter 329 I Admire You so Much (5)

[Sanmu: Yumu. ]

[Sanmu: My name is Yumu. ]

[Sanmu: What about you? ]

Perhaps it was her intuition that the other party was the person she was looking for, and Yumu began to speak more unconsciously.

The other party quickly replied to Yumu with a message, but it was still a voice message.

Seeing this voice message, Yumu paused for a moment, and learned to be smart. She did not click on the voice message directly, but found the Bluetooth headset in her bag.

She put on the headset and clicked on the voice message. The other party's voice was still cold.

He replied coldly: "Yan Zijin."

Yumu paused slightly after hearing this, she squinted her eyes and replied to the other party with another message.

[Sanmu: Where are you from? ]

This question may be a bit strange. Who would ask the other party where he is from right away?

Yan Zijin seemed to pause for a moment before replying: "A person from Beijing."

Beijing...

Yumu suddenly had a guess, and she asked Huang Tao: [Is this Yan Zijin the real Yan Zijin? 】

Yu Mu's implication was that this person might be the unrivaled Yan Zijin in Ci Zhao State for thousands of years.

Huang Tao was also confused, and shook her head: [My little prince, I don't know. ]

[Can you find his location? ] Yu Mu was a little curious about who this Yan Zijin was.

Huang Tao heard this and began to control the background to locate Yan Zijin's geographical location, but found that there was no such person on the entire world map.

Suddenly, Huang Tao was confused.

Could it be that the other party knew that it could locate, so it hid its location?

Impossible!

How could there be a protective net in this world that Huang Tao couldn't break? !

But no matter how Huang Tao looked, he could not find the location of this person.

Finally, Huang Tao replied to Yu Mu dejectedly: "I'm sorry, my little prince, I... I can't find his location."

Hearing Huang Tao's dejected words, Yu Mu did not show a trace of surprise, but raised his eyebrows, as if he had expected it.

[Is it possible that he is actually Yan Zijin, the Yan Zijin from a thousand years ago?] Yu Mu asked Huang Tao.

Huang Tao: [? ? ?]

Huang Tao: [Ah? Impossible?]

Huang Tao scratched her head and said: [This Yan Zijin was a thousand years ago, and he has been dead for so long, how could it be him!]

[What if it is across time?] Yu Mu asked.

Huang Tao: [According to the little prince's guess, what about the opportunity? What about the overlap between the two?]

Yu Mu didn't expect this, but her intuition told her that it should be the same as she guessed in her heart.

Huang Tao saw that Yu Mu was silent, and sighed and said: [Little prince, I know you want to find the mysterious adult now, but you can't be impatient.] You can't just catch a suspicious person and determine that it is him.

As for the mysterious person who has passed through four planes and followed the little prince closely, Huang Tao saw that the other party's status was rising day by day, and was very tactful and directly changed his words to call him adult.

Although she didn't know who this gentleman was, Huang Tao knew that he must be someone of great importance.

After all, someone who could follow the system's pace and travel through any plane was not an ordinary person.

Yu Mu pursed her lips and didn't continue to reply to Huang Tao's words. She took her phone and replied to Yan Zijin's message.

[Sanmu: Yan Zijin, the imperial teacher of Ci Zhao State? ]

Yan Zijin: "Yeah."

Yu Mu had eaten all the dried mangoes, and she began to unpack the spicy strips that Song Youyou gave her. At the same time, Yu Mu opened a bottle of fat house happy water.

Yu Mu listened to Yan Zijin's clear and cold voice, without any nervousness or false appearance, which was a bit meaningful.

She thought about it.

[Sanmu: How old are you this year? ]

Yan Zijin: "Twenty-five."

Twenty-five...

Yu Mu remembered that Yan Zijin in history died at the age of twenty-eight, so Yan Zijin only had three years to live?

Yu Mu frowned and felt a little sorry.

She couldn't help asking Yan Zijin.

[Sanmu: How is your health now? 】

History does not explain in detail how Yan Zijin died. Only a few words were written in the history books, saying that he was seriously ill, but it did not say what the illness was.

——

In 372 BC, the dusk night was particularly quiet. The wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound. The windows were half-covered, and the breeze came in through the gap, faintly blowing the candles, causing the candlelight to sway.

In the room, in front of a clean and tidy desk, sat a slender figure with fluttering white sleeves.

In the candlelight, the figure of the person in front of the desk looked particularly thin. He lowered his long eyelashes, and looked at the relic strung by a rope in his hand with a strange look in his eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes were clear, and his long eyelashes looked thick and dense, stained with the misty color of the night, and the tail of his eyes looked extremely deep, like a thick ink-like expression of affection but coldness.

The dark pupils were indifferent and calm, as dark as ink. Except for the initial flash of surprise, there was almost no emotion.

The snow-covered shirt was like the snow on the top of a mountain, inviolable and unbearable.

At this moment, the man was picking up a relic with his white fingertips, looking at it thoughtfully with his eyes lowered.

When Yan Zijin was thinking deeply, the relic in his hand suddenly lit up, and then a golden text floating in the air appeared in front of Yan Zijin.

It was clearly written on it——

‘How is your health now? ’

Yan Zijin narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, his jade-like face was as pale as water, and he replied indifferently: “It’s OK.”

After Yan Zijin replied, there was no movement for a long time. After waiting for a while, Yan Zijin couldn’t help but frowned slightly. He whispered: “Are you still there?”

After a while, the relic in his hand lit up, but strangely, the previous words did not appear in front of Yan Zijin.

Yan Zijin frowned, and a trace of gloom appeared on his delicate and beautiful face.

He couldn’t help but knock on the relic in his hand with his fingertips, not lightly or heavily.

The next second, a girl’s voice rang in the room.

“Ah, I’m here.”

The girl’s voice was a little soft, and she seemed to be eating something in her mouth, and her words were not very clear.

The young man's slender and upright body was slightly startled, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingertips rubbed the relic in his hand, and he said: "Were you talking just now?"

"Yeah."

"So you can listen to voice messages, I thought you couldn't. If that's the case, it will be much easier."

Yu Mu, who was thousands of years later, was sitting on the bed in the dormitory eating spicy noodles while watching a recent suspense drama on his iPad.

"Voice message, does it mean what you said?" Yan Zijin paused, and then asked lightly.