Someone always hinders my strategy

Wan Yao found himself beside a small stream, with a wounded little fox in his arms, bleeding from his hind legs, as if he had been injured by a hunter.

Wan Yan suddenly realized that this was the little fox named Ai by himself. He didn't expect that they were so destined. He just wanted to raise his hand to save him, but found that his body was out of his control.

That's right, here are his memory fragments, but I don't know why this is different from the first time he saw the memory fragments. The first time he just received the memory, he didn't expect that this time he actually entered this memory.

But memory is just memory after all, it can only be seen but not moved by itself.

Then Wan Yao "saw" that he raised his hand to treat the little fox's wound. Judging from the shape of his hand, he should be young, but he was very skilled in handling the wound.

Then he "heard" himself saying: "Little fox, don't be careless, I have saved you many times, why don't you have a long memory?"

Wan Yan was a little surprised. He remembered that the little fox was very smart. How could he always get hurt and let "self" save him many times?

It's just that the little fox didn't understand human language, so he just rubbed against Wanjiao's palm, lying in his hand as if he fell asleep.

The afternoon sun was a bit warm, and it shone warmly on people, making people a little sleepy. Although Wan Yao didn't sleep, he held the little fox seriously and remained motionless, for fear of waking it up.

"You're so beautiful, if it wasn't for my family's permission, I would definitely take you home." Wan Yao heard herself whispering.

It's just that the young Wanyao didn't know, but Wanyao who watched this memory knew that the little fox was not asleep, but just lying in his hands, as if... preventing him from going home?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. He looked around with the corner of his eyes. It was a forest with dense trees, and the sunlight cast light spots through the leaves, showing the beauty of nature, but there was a little deficiency.

——It's too quiet here, so quiet that there's not even the sound of birds.

A feeling of uneasiness rose in Wan Yao's heart. The atmosphere in this forest was too strange, but he could feel that the source of the uneasiness was not the forest, but... the east.

However, no matter how uneasy he was, he couldn't leave now, he could only be secretly anxious in his heart, maybe there was still a trace of timidity?He felt that what happened next would definitely not be what he wanted to see.

He sat here stiffly for an entire afternoon, and it was not until the sunset was over the sky that his body moved slightly. This movement immediately felt itchy all over his body, which was very sore, and it took him a long time to get used to it before he recovered.

At the same time, the little fox also "woke up leisurely", only seeing all of this clearly in Wan Yao's eyes, the little fox has not fallen asleep all this time... Is it preventing him from going back?

"You're awake too, I'm going back, you have to be careful!" Putting the little fox on the ground, Wan Yan heard himself saying goodbye to the little fox like this.

But the little fox grabbed the corner of Wanjiao's robe and refused to let him go.

"I'm going home. It's very late. If I don't go back, my mother will be worried." Hearing this sentence, Wanjiao thought of the gentle woman in her first memory, and she immediately looked forward to seeing her when she went back. .

It's just that the little fox still didn't let go of his claws.

Unable to do so, Wan Yao squatted down and touched the little fox's head, comforting it for a while before the little fox let go of his paws, and then Wan Yao walked away step by step.

With the movement of getting up, Wan Yan's field of vision also expanded a lot, and he finally saw the forest clearly.

The forest is not small, at least from his angle, there is no human habitation for the time being. Behind him is a stream, with gurgling water, clean and transparent. He just used the water in the stream to clean the wound of the little fox.

And now he was heading east... east?Wan Yan was startled, just now he seemed to feel that the east side was not good, and he wanted to go home... Could something happen?

Wan Yan waved away this bad idea, he thought of the beauty in his memory before, and now he can touch this beauty at such a close distance, which makes him look forward to it, and he naturally doesn't want this part to be bad. memory.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sky, and the sky was full of sunset glow, reflecting the sky red... Isn't he walking east?

Suddenly a wave of panic welled up in his heart, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what, he couldn't help thinking, what else could reflect the red sky besides the sunset?

Thinking of the cultivator in my memory, I can only comfort myself that maybe it is the light and shadow effect caused by the cultivator fighting in the sky.

Perhaps this consolation had an effect, and his heart calmed down a little.

Until he came out of the woods.

He felt himself stop.

Looking up, a large house was burning, and the raging flames lit half the sky red. There was a plaque in the middle of the house, which read: Wanfu.

His premonition came true.

What dyed the sky was not the sunset, nor the monks' fighting skills, but his home, which burned to the ground in this raging fire.

He just watched quietly.

He didn't know how long the fire had been burning. It was only when a pillar fell that he woke up. He hurried into the burning house. Amid the crackling of burning wood, he heard himself calling softly: "Mother!" ..." As if afraid of waking up from something.

He went straight towards the house in one direction, and as he got closer to the target, his voice became louder, until he entered a room and saw a lying woman in the room, his voice suddenly stopped And stop.

He walked gently to the side of the woman, felt the woman's breath with trembling hands, then took a step back as if he had been frightened, and fell to the ground.

Wan Yan could see clearly that it was the mother Zhen Shi who appeared in his first memory, and she was dead.

There were no obvious wounds on the corpse, but her pale face exposed her death. Long before she went to sniff, Wan Yao knew she was dead.

He couldn't tell how he felt, his heart was empty, as if something was missing.

Then he noticed that he stumbled out, as if he was looking for something in the house. He knew that he was looking for the living people and asked them what happened.

But the house is burned down like this, so how can we find a living person? Wanjiao believes that he knows this, but he understands that he just doesn't want to face this fact. This behavior is just to find something for himself Just to fill the void in my heart.

He searched for a long time, until it was dark and the fire was extinguished. The once prosperous house was burned into darkness, and no one was found alive.

Then he bumped into someone.

Ah, the living are found.

For the first time, he wanted to cry because he saw a living person.

He did cry, and he felt warm liquid running down his cheeks.

He raised his head, it was an old man with white beard and hair, Wan Yao immediately recognized that this man was his master.

He just stared blankly at the old man until the old man touched his head and said in a calming voice: "It's over, go to sleep."

Then the world fell into darkness.

Half asleep and half awake, he heard a young voice saying: "This son has no relatives, and his appearance is even more sinister. Brother, do you really want to accept him?"

"It's up to him to decide whether to stay or not. Aren't we cultivators just to change our fate against the sky?" The old man's voice sounded, bringing him a little peace of mind.

"Senior brother, this child is destined to be turbulent. My Tianxuan Sect is a hermit sect. The founder of the Li faction once said that my sect will hide from the world. Is it possible that he will be born for him in the future?"

"Junior brother, don't talk too much about the future. You are only superficial in divination. How can you determine a person's future?" The old man's voice was still calm, but he could hear his protection for himself, which made Wan Yao couldn't help Next warm.

Noticing that the young voice wanted to refute, he immediately woke up to attract the attention of the two of them.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the old man's voice, he desperately wanted to open his eyes and meet his master.

"..." It's so dark... Even the night shouldn't be this dark, unless...

He remembered the white cloth wrapped around his eyes in the first memory, presumably because he was blind, so he can't see now...

"Don't be afraid, this should only be temporary." The old man's voice was as reassuring as ever, but the word "should" exposed his uncertainty.

It's just that I didn't seem to notice this, I just nodded, very well-behaved.

Seeing this, the old man was even more distressed, so he said: "If you want to, you can learn art from me. In the future..."

"Brother!" Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by a young voice.

"You rest here first, and I'll talk about anything when I come back." The old man comforted Wan Yao, and then left with the young man.

Staying alone in the dark, many previous details began to flood into her brain, and Wan Yao knew that she realized something.

"Who... who killed my family!" The hatred and anger in the words made Wan Yan a little surprised, but it's true, how can we not let people hate to the bone after killing the family's hatred?Before, it was only because there was no object of anger that he felt empty inside. Now that he calmed down and realized that he had an enemy, the anger burst out.

And that's where the memory ends.

Wan Yan returned to the white space, but he still couldn't control his emotions. He just felt that the anger in his heart was difficult to erupt, and he didn't know where to erupt. After all, in this memory, even his enemy No one knows.

After a long time, after he finally calmed down, he seemed to relax, no longer tense.

"System, tell me, who is my enemy?" Wanjiao murmured, he just asked casually and didn't think the system would answer him.

"This life is a matter of this life. In the previous life, because of the past life, the host's revenge has already been avenged in the previous life." The system's flat voice was slightly softer than before, as if comforting him.

"It's true...but even though I know this, I still can't stop my anger." Wan Yao clutched his chest, smiling a little ugly, "But what if I avenge myself? The dead will never come back .Thinking about my past life, even if I got revenge, I might not be so happy, but my heart is more empty."

Speaking of this, Wan Yao vaguely feels that his amnesia and lack of emotion have something to do with it, but the missing memories are too many to guess.

"Let's go to the next mission." Wan Yao closed his eyes. What he can do now is to keep completing the missions to restore his memory and discover the truth of the year.