The little Jinwa is smaller than Yaizhen, so when they play with it, it's more like Yaizhen is playing with it.
The muscles on Jiang Su's face have grown back, and now the new and old flesh are intertwined. The white scar in the middle is densely packed with symmetrical lines on both sides, like the exquisite cracks of fired porcelain.
She laughed out of breath, bowing her back more and more until she finally squatted down.
She was squatting opposite Yaizhen and Xiao Jinwa. Their eyes met. The girl's grin suddenly froze. She patted her head and suddenly realized:
"I haven't made an elixir yet???"
"Then what did I do tonight? Go crazy? Laugh? Eat meat?" The girl's expression suddenly turned frightened, and then she turned around and got back into the alchemy room.
When Fang Zhe saw the little doctor Xiu re-entering the dark house, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the girl's clothes. At this moment, his heartache suddenly intensified, as if a sharp blade was piercing his left sternum and fifth rib.
gap.
After a sudden cardiac arrest, spiritual energy is restored and the pain is relieved by the method of acupuncture downward from the head.
"My...head."
Isn’t there something wrong with my head? Why is it like this...
His consciousness, which had always been chaotic, became clear at this moment. Intermittent memories in the sea of consciousness flowed back to the broken place, and the sea of consciousness that had almost turned into dust was re-solidified into pieces, and the pieces were broken into pieces, with threads connecting the pieces.
.
The lotus root is broken and the silk is connected.
Pictures from the past gradually flashed through his dark pupils, adding up to something small.
"Fang Zhe, come on, what do you think of this? Is this watery and tender color more suitable for your sister?" a rough and thick voice suddenly asked.
"I think this color is more beautiful and suitable. Do you want to choose one too? I think if you choose one yourself as a gift, it might be more suitable for others." A gentle female voice sounded.
"good."
"I think the green one is more suitable..."
In a blur, he saw a little bit of fluorescent light through the black fog, which was the mottled green light that penetrated the forest and hit his face.
"White robe...long white robe...white robe" Fang Zhe looked into the distance blankly and whispered in a low voice.
A long-haired woman in a white robe walked towards her with a baby in her arms. Next to her was a nine-foot-tall man who carefully bent over and supported the woman's arm.
"Hey, madam, let me hold you. You just gave birth to this little girl. I can't let you get tired. Let me come. Let me come." The nine-foot man was also wearing a white robe, with his chest slightly exposed.
The looming lines of muscles.
The white-robed woman's eyes were like crescent moons. After hearing what the man said, she smiled helplessly at him, then took a step away from the man while holding the baby in her arms.
"No," she shook her head, looked into the distance, and said softly.
"Xiao Zhe, why are you so nervous? Look, the tips of your ears are red. This is my sister. Little sister, come and see her. Her little face is round and her hair is not long. She is very wet.
"
The man who had been replaced by Xiaozhe heard the sound and walked forward slowly. His hand kept rubbing the long knife at his waist, and he would hold the handle tightly from time to time. The sweat on his palms cooled him down with the breeze.
This man, who was also nine feet tall, walked towards the woman in white robe step by step. The man in white robe and "Xiao Zhe" surrounded the woman together to block the incoming breeze.
"Xiao Zhe"'s eyes fell firmly on the white cloth wrapping the child in the woman's arms. At the right time, the woman stretched out her hand and opened the white cloth with her long fingers.
When Fang Zhe just wanted to take over "Xiao Zhe"'s body and see clearly the "doll" in the white cloth, everything behind the black mist turned into powder and was blown away by the breeze.
"younger sister……"
"baby……"
Fang Zhe repeated these two words absentmindedly. He thought that this memory should be his own. His name was Fang Zhe, so "Xiao Zhe" should be him.
But he couldn't see "Xiao Zhe's" face, and finally, he didn't see his "sister" wrapped tightly in white cloth.
"I have a sister...then who are they, my parents?"
"But I...I killed them."
Fang Zhe walked all the way from the Eastern Region. He was confused all the way. Sometimes he could remember who he was, and sometimes he was like a puppet, holding a broken sword to scare away the people around him.
People are afraid of themselves, and the smell of blood on their bodies is like the smell of herbs that drive away beasts, driving people away.
Sometimes his mind is clear and he can tell which direction he is going. Sitting in a teahouse, he heard two words that he only remembered.
Square fold.
He only remembers his own name and himself.
The storyteller in the teahouse clapped his hands, and all the noise disappeared for a moment.
"Today, let's talk about the fact that the largest sect in the Eastern Region was wiped out overnight. As we all know, the largest sect in the Eastern Region is called Wujian Sect. This sect is famous throughout the world of cultivation for its sword skills and the refining of magical weapons. Disciples
They are all tall in stature, good at swordsmanship, and can smelt tens of thousands of magical weapons with their hammers. The most outstanding among them, and the ones with the most superb swordsmanship, require their young sect master Fang Zhe."
"But now, tsk tsk tsk, the tragedy of the Wujian Sect's annihilation in one night was caused by this young master. The scene was really a river of blood and too horrible to watch."
The storyteller's voice gradually faded away. At this point, Fang Zhe knew that he was the young master of the Wujian Sect, that he was good at swordsmanship, that he had slaughtered his entire family, and that he had caused a bloody tragedy.
Fang Zhe walked further and further away. He heard from passers-by that the products were rich and the people were outstanding. The nobles in Zhongdu had many medical cultivators under their command. Medical cultivators were people who could cure diseases.
He is sick, his past is forgotten, and his head hurts.
So Fang Zhe went to Zhongdu, but he found that the man there who was called a medical practitioner shook his head as soon as he touched his wrist. In the end, his head hurt even more.
"You go to the Southern Territory. The number one medical practitioner in the world, Doctor Xianjiang, flows in the Southern Territory. He is from the Shifang Sect. If you go to a place called Hongfeng Town, you might be able to meet him. We can't cure you, he is
Your only chance, if he can't do anything, I'm afraid..."
The man's voice gradually faded away.
Fang Zhe's footprints landed on Zhumen, in the forest, and finally, after an unknown amount of time, landed on the territory of the Southern Territory.
That day, as usual, he found a place where many people were eating, and heard a man standing in the distance patting a piece of wood and starting to tell a story. He wondered if he could continue to hear about his past.
He had heard a lot from these people standing and talking, but it was not enough.
He was originally sitting in an inconspicuous position in the corner, and with the restoration of the concealment technique, he no longer attracted attention.
Until a guy in green clothes who looked like a small bamboo shoot sat at the table next to him.
The man came to eat, and he never stopped using his chopsticks after the food was served.
She ate the food on the plate and chewed the tongue in her mouth. The red drippings were incompatible with her green clothes.
He finally walked towards Qing Yi before his consciousness became chaotic and asked what he wanted to ask most at that moment.
