Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 207 Daxian wakes up and decides to pretend to be tender (2)

Not long ago, Xie Yue also told him that Yue Jiuxian said something similar to Xiaohua don't go, don't leave him in his sleep.

If it's a nightmare, I can't dream of the same content once or twice, it can only be that this thing really happened, like a demon, a nightmare, has been entangled with this kid.

Then combined with his sleep talk, let Xiaohua not leave him.

Yan rubbed his chin, as Yue Jiuxian said before, Xiao Hua treated him very well.

It was impossible for Xiaohua to leave as soon as she said she would leave, and she would never return.And under Yue Jiuxian's prayer, he still walked resolutely.

So, is there such a possibility?

Yan pursed his lips, picked up the half-dry towel on the tray, and wiped the sweat from Yue Jiuxian's forehead.

Estimating the time for a stick of incense, Yue Jiuxian calmed down, stopped talking in sleep, and fell asleep peacefully.

He put down the towel, opened Yue Jiuxian's sleeve, and put his fingers on his pulse.

Although he is not a doctor, not as professional as Yueguan Pope, but as a person whose body is tested from time to time, he can see something.

On the pulse, the irritable soul power was like a boulder submerged in water, calming down a little bit, so the body also improved a lot.

With this pulse, Yue Jiuxian will wake up in a short time.

He put Yue Jiuxian's sleeve down, then turned and left, and when he closed the door, he took a deep look at Yue Jiuxian through the crack of the door.

He sighed, closed the door, and went to tell the good news to the people who had been dull for a month and a half.

Yan, who was thinking about Yue Jiuxian, didn't know, after he closed the door and left, a man with a white cloak stepped into the room.

"Just remember the previous memories. You'd better forget about that incident."

As he said that, the white-robed man stretched out his hand full of knife wounds emitting white light and shook Yue Jiuxian's head.

After the white light radiating from his hand entered Yue Jiuxian's brain, the white-robed figure flickered and disappeared in the air.

……

three days later.

The violent soul power in Yue Jiuxian's body subsided, and on the third day of Yan's diagnosis, he finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked around subconsciously. Seeing Xie Yue who was sleeping on his stomach next to the bed and breathing steadily, he lowered his voice, slowed down, and sat up slowly.

He stretched out his white hand, looking ecstatically.

He had a dream.

A dream that should not be too real.

In the dream he returned to many places.

For example, the small temple that his adoptive father made his home.

For example, he returned to Gui Lao's ghost mountain.

For example, back to the capital of the Bai Kingdom, the Second Prince's Mansion.

For example, back to the White Palace.

for example,……

There are too many places to go back, so I won’t give examples one by one.

I just don't know why, obviously before, when he dreamed about these things, he was quite irritable, but this time...

He was very relaxed, as if the boulder that had been in his heart for many years disappeared.

Looking back at some details in the dream, it seems that they are all right, but they don't seem to be right.

He always felt that it was because of the disappearance of those incompatible memories that he was now at ease like never before.

It's so easy, it feels good.

But also feel bad.

He doesn't like feeling out of control.

I don't even like it, his ease and happiness are based on the premise of being out of control.

This gave him an inexplicable sense of crisis.

He exhaled, raised his hand to get the water on the bedside table.

(End of this chapter)