Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

After two days in the mortal world without closing his eyes, Qi Wu Yue could not bear it any longer. He yawned and his eyelids began to stick together. Before he knew it, he rested his head on Xiao Lin's back and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, Qi Wu Yue gradually lost his balance. His head slipped from the shoulder in front of him, and his body fell sideways.

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It fell on the smooth snow-white feathers of the crane.

Xiao Lin noticed it almost as soon as the weight on his shoulders disappeared. He turned around, held Qi Wu Yue's head with his palm and moved it to his legs.

He lowered his head, staring at Qi Wu Yue's sleeping face, and the emotions that were suppressed and buried deep in his heart rushed out.

It seems like I have liked someone for a very long time, even if the memory is covered in dust and I can’t remember anything.

But as long as that person appears in front of me and we meet again, the bud in my heart will grow wildly and occupy my entire heart.

She wished she could break through the thin layer of flesh on her chest, bloom into the most gorgeous flower, and stand before him.

The eyes greedily poured out from the bottom of the eyes, wandering on every inch of the face, fluttering like a butterfly's feet, lingering on the long black eyelashes, and stranded on the shiny lips.

People don't have baseless emotions.

Therefore, what Qi Wu Yue said about the daily details in southern Xinjiang, childhood sweethearts, whether it was apprenticeship or cultivation experience, even if it was inconsistent and full of loopholes, it was impossible to verify.

He believed it too.

Trust that this person will not harm him.

Because the emotions in my heart cannot be faked, they are hot and clamoring. They are different. This person is different.

Xiao Lin picked up a strand of Qi Wu Yue's drooping hair with his fingertips.

Soft and smooth, it flows through fingers like water in a moment.

He looked puzzled.

The part in my memory... is the silver hair ends.

I slept for an hour and had a nightmare for half an hour. It was really... not pleasant.

Qi Wu Yue dreamed that Qi Ge came back with a man, and pointed at the wild man and asked Xiao Lin to call him daddy.

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Qi Wu Yue crushed the bottle in his hand and raised his sword to kill the wild man.

Qi Ge and Xiao Lin grabbed his arms from the left and right, blocking the wild man.

"Xiao Wu Yue, this is your uncle. He is your uncle whether you recognize him or not." Qi Ge said in a firm tone.

Qi Wu Yue felt so aggrieved that he couldn't help feeling it.

"Brother, he is my father, why are you doing this?" Xiao Lin also looked at him with disappointment.

Qi Wu Yue was so angry that he almost kicked him twice, thinking that he had been raised to this age in vain.

The three people from the He He Mei Mei family across the street were whining and sulking for a long time and no one paid any attention to them.

To celebrate the family reunion, Xiao Lin also prepared a big meal with more than a dozen sumptuous dishes, all of which were flavors that Qi Wu Yue hated.

Even the hot pot soup base was ordered by the wild man, sauerkraut soup base with monster intestines added!

What a terrible taste, he can't eat any of it.

I was so angry that I was spitting fire.

Deliberate! The wild man must have done it on purpose!

He came with bad intentions and tried to steal his cub.

Qi Ge looked at the wild man sweetly, and Xiao Lin was even more admiring, calling him father all the time.

He also picked meat and fish bones for the wild man.

Qi Wu Yue, who was filled with anger, sneered, threw down his chopsticks, and called his left and right bodyguards to drive away the wild man and erect a stone tablet for him on the border of southern Xinjiang.

Just write seven big words: "No wild men allowed to enter".

Qi Ge was angry and wanted to take the wild man away.

Qi Wu Yue: “No thanks.”

As a result, Xiao Lin also followed.

Qi Wu Yue: “!!!”

He grabbed Xiao Lin's hand and said, "Stop! Why are you leaving? This is your home."

Xiao Lin actually pushed his hand away, saying apologetically that he had never experienced the love of his family since he was a child, and now he finally had the opportunity to live with his parents.

You are not allowed to leave!

Qi Wu Yue woke up angrily and sat up suddenly.

He woke up so suddenly that Xiao Lin was surprised. "Awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer? This place is still some distance away from Huo Feng Sect."

Qi Wu Yue was still furious and pushed him onto the back of the spiritual crane.

Xiao Lin looked puzzled: "Zhao Zhao, what's wrong?"

Qi Wu Yue who woke up: "..."

He stretched out his hand to pull the person, but the spiritual crane suddenly tilted to avoid the protruding peak in the air and flew close to the mountain. Qi Wu Yue was caught off guard and fell backwards.

Xiao Lin grabbed the snow-white long feathers of the spiritual crane with one hand and put his other hand around Qi Wu Yue's waist and brought him into his arms. In an instant, the two of them seemed to be hanging in the air.

Qi Wu Yue, who faced the reality, rubbed his forehead and sighed.

Why can dreams be so outrageous?

Why is he like a retard?

Why are there still milk bottles?

It’s obvious that Xiao Ling stopped drinking that stuff when she was two years old.

The crane flew over the steep mountain, let out a long cry, turned a few times in the air, and then returned to normal.

The bodies of the two men swayed and tilted left and right. Qi Wu Yue banged his head against Xiao Lin's arms several times before finally steadying himself.

In a posture of sitting on Xiao Lin's thigh.

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

I really want to stew that spiritual crane.

Before he could complain about how this throwing herself into his arms was like holding a child, Xiao Lin suddenly said, "I seem to have remembered some memories."

Qi Wu Yue was instantly horrified.

It's impossible to do it.

Xiao Lin watched his reaction, slowly buried his head, and placed it on the crook of Qi Wu Yue's neck, slowly feeling the delicate and soft skin.

Qi Wu Yue ignored the warm breath gushing out from his neck at close range, raised his hand and stroked Xiao Lin's hair, trying not to reveal his true identity, and forced himself to ask in a frank tone without any guilt: "Oh, what do you remember?"

Xiao Lin used his lips to carefully trace the shape of the clavicle, suppressing the urge to move downwards, and said in an intimate tone, "Brother."

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Qi Wu Yue's silver eyes shrank subconsciously.

If I hadn't been able to keep a steady mind, I would have been exposed right on the spot and my pupils would have trembled.

However, although it was not obvious on his face and he seemed calm, he instantly got goose bumps on his back.

When a person is nervous, his skin and flesh seem to become a thousand times more sensitive.

As soon as I breathed in, a bunch of peach blossoms spread out under my nose, as if blooming on white jade and blooming in the snow, so beautiful that it was beyond words.

He was just about to get up from this overly snug posture.

"Brother, don't leave me." Xiao Lin said softly.

Qi Wu Yue was frozen.

I didn't dare to move, nor did I dare to respond.

Of course I don’t want it. And how much of my memory has been restored?

Although the matter of Xiao Ling'er's amnesia must be clarified sooner or later, it is obviously not now.

It’s best to continue to lose my memory for now.

Xiao Lin raised his head and asked slowly: "When we were in Southern Xinjiang, we had a...brother?"