After amnesia, I brought my old enemy back home

Jing Mo subconsciously summoned Mu Zi to stand in front of Xiao Yunquan, but Xiao Yunquan slapped him away with his gaze again. Seeing that the vines were entwined with a gaze that had no spiritual power, Jing Mo became anxious: "Xiao Ji!"

Xiao Yunquan stabbed repeatedly with his sword, he forced to cut off all the vines with his powerless condensed light.

After cutting the vines, he pointed to the two arrows again and said, "Mr. Jing, please."

"I don't choose, I'll go wherever you go!" Seeing that he was serious, Jing Mo simply started playing tricks.

"Don't choose?" Xiao Yunquan asked.

Jing Mo nodded fiercely.

"You want to follow me?" Xiao Yunquan asked again.

Jing Mo nodded again.

"No." Xiao Yunquan said.

This rejection was too direct, Jing Mo blinked his eyes in confusion, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Xiao Yunquan glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "What do you think?"

After Xiao Yunquan finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and without waiting for Jing Mo's response, he randomly chose an arrow and raised his leg forward.Jing Mo was stunned for a while, then followed again. The two walked in silence for a while, one after the other, Xiao Yunquan's figure suddenly swayed.

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Mo quickly reached out to help him, but he dodged him again.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your spiritual power?" Jing Mo asked tentatively.

His memory recovered, so he naturally knew about Lian Lizhi's suspected influence, but first of all, his spiritual power was unimpeded, so he couldn't affect Xiao Yunquan no matter what, and even Lizhi's influence was very slight. In Xiao Yunquan's situation, look at it this way Not a slight impact either.

"Don't bother Mr. Jing." Xiao Yunquan steadied his figure and moved forward again.

Jing Mo closed his eyes, took a moment to relax, and shouted at Xiao Yunquan's back: "Xiao Ji! At this time, stop making trouble!"

Xiao Yunquan paused when he heard the words, then turned his head and said sharply: "Who is hiding from whom?"

Jing Mo choked for a moment, his momentum weakened a lot, but he still retorted: "You ignored me first."

"Yeah, who are you Mr. Jing? When you lost your memory, you vowed never to leave. Once you regained your memory, you first punished me with every word, and then you didn't even care about it. Since you insist on separating your relationship with me, how can it affect the current situation?" Shouldn't it be pleasant to hear and see?" After Xiao Yunquan finished speaking, he lowered his eyes.

Jing Mo knew that he was really angry, but he still couldn't help retorting in a low voice: "Why didn't I ask?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yunquan raised his head and stared at him fiercely: "Then dare to ask Mr. Jing, where is my tea?"

"What?" Jing Mo froze for a moment.

"My tea." Xiao Yunquan finished staring, and a trace of grievance appeared in his eyes: "I was so drunk that I passed out, and you disappeared by pouring tea."

"I..." Jing Mo stopped immediately.

"It doesn't count if I'm gone, and I just threw me to Cang'er, and I ran to Ning Zhifei's camp and never came back. I knew..." Xiao Yunquan was in the middle of complaining, when suddenly a few vines appeared beside him.

He poured his spiritual power into Ningguang, dealt with the vines twice, glared at Jing Mo, and stopped talking.

"Tell me first, is there any problem with your spiritual power!" Seeing this, Jing Mo suddenly felt like he was being cheated.

Xiao Yunquan paused suspiciously when he heard these words, and then looked at the newly gushing vines, he simply turned his gaze away and fought with his body.

"What do you want to do?" Jing Mo was taken aback by this turn of events, and carried Mu Zi to support him.

Xiao Yunquan ignored him, and wrestled with the vines a few times, intentionally showing an opening, and directly put his arm in front of the vines.

The vine entangled itself, and there seemed to be several small thorns in the middle of the tentacles. Xiao Yunquan felt a slight pain in his arm, and then his spiritual power was slowly sucked out.He moved his arm to condense more spiritual power on the wound. The vines absorbed the spiritual power, and there was a tendency to freeze.

Jing Mo didn't know what Xiao Yunquan wanted to do, but he subconsciously chose to smash the vines.After the vines disappeared, Jing Mo watched Xiao Yunquanyue's white sleeves ooze red, then frowned and held his arm firmly.

Xiao Yunquan didn't speak or wave his hands, he didn't even pay attention to the bleeding wound, he seemed to be going to be silent for eternity.

The two of them stalemate for a while, Jing Mo watched the blood seep more and more, and said in a soft tone helplessly: "Jiji, don't be awkward, can we check the wound first?"

Perhaps because he could hear the distress in his tone, Xiao Yunquan didn't hide this time, and even moved his arm forward cooperatively.

Jing Mo gently rolled up his sleeves, only to see a few small red round holes on his white arms that were extremely obvious. Although the wounds were not big, the blood didn't stop, and it turned red after a while.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Why can't the blood stop?" Jing Mo gently wiped off the blood on it, and saw the blood dripping from the wound again.

He frowned and wiped off the blood again, touched his bosom twice, but found that he had everything with him, so he could only ask Xiao Yunquan: "Do you have any medicine?"

"No." Xiao Yunquan remained expressionless, as if he wasn't the one who got hurt.

Jing Mo looked at the wound that was still bleeding, sighed distressedly, and confirmed to Xiao Yunquan again: "Really? Jiji, your injury can't stop bleeding. Is there really no way I can do it?"

Xiao Yunquan was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "What kind of method?"

"Just burn some plant ash or something." Jing Mo pressed the wound on his arm while searching for dead branches and leaves with his eyes on the ground.

Thinking of the black and dirty plant ash, Xiao Yunquan's expression froze for a moment, and reluctantly took out a small bag from his bosom.

Jing Mo took it over and saw that it was Ning Zhifei's Qiankun bag, and he subconsciously asked, "Why is it Ning Zhifei's?"

Xiao Yunquan's face suddenly turned ugly, and he withdrew his arm forcefully.

"What are you doing? The bleeding hasn't stopped yet!" Jing Mo pulled his arm back involuntarily.

Xiao Yunquan drew back again.

Jing Mo suddenly understood the crux of the problem, and he said softly, "My dear, I only found out that this bag has his mark on it. You are obedient, let's stop the bleeding first, shall we?"

Seeing that Xiao Yunquan didn't pull his arm back again, Jing Mo hastily and gently rolled up his sleeves for him, and began to apply the medicine.

Jing Mo painted carefully and carefully, Xiao Yunquan stared at him in a daze for a while, then suddenly lowered his eyes and said softly: "Jing Mo, let's make up."

Now that Jing Mo has recovered his memory, he naturally knows how much courage it takes for Xiao Yunquan to say such low-profile words with Xiao Yunquan's past personality.Just because we knew it, we didn't have such perfunctory words before, so we couldn't say it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Yunquan lowered his eyes again for a while, and continued: "Jing Mo, even if you really hate me, you should give me a reason, right? Or are you going to tell me that you don't like my posturing all the time?"

"I haven't." After hearing this, Jing Mo looked at him suddenly.

"I know." Xiao Yunquan suddenly smiled, then sat on the floor with his knees bent, resting his head on his lap.

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Mo quickly squatted down to look at him.

"Tit for tat." After Xiao Yunquan finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Jing Mo was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to try to push him: "Hey, don't scare me, what's the matter?"

But Xiao Yunquan had already slowed down his breathing, and was obviously in a deep sleep.Jing Mo pushed it a few more times, seeing that he had no intention of waking up at all, so he panicked.

Qiankan Gen Zhen Xun Li Kundui, Hugh was injured and Du Jing died startled.

When Xiao Yunquan woke up in a fog, he instantly remembered Cang Muzhu's words.He roughly checked according to the location, but he didn't see any tricks.

However, the Eight Diagrams Formation had been opened, and all eight gates were opened, so he had to choose a gate at random.

Behind the door, there was actually a sea of ​​fire.

Jing Mo circled around Xiao Yunquan twice, forced himself to stabilize his mind, and then carefully recalled the past.

Before entering the battle, Cang Muzhu mentioned a plan, what kind of plan is that?Also, since this formation is called the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams formation, why didn't there be any relevant traces after entering it, as if, as if it hadn't entered the formation at all?

Jing Mo lowered his eyes for a long time, recalling Xiao Yunquan's retaliation for retaliation, he suddenly frowned.

He then smiled helplessly, grabbed Xiao Yunquan's gaze that was placed on the ground, and lightly slid across his palm.

Bright red blood flowed out, Jing Mo slapped the ground with his palms, drew a protective formation around Xiao Yunquan and himself, and attached most of his spiritual power to the formation, seeing that the blood flow was almost gone, and most of his spiritual power was consumed, he just Feeling sleepy.

So he sat down next to Xiao Yunquan, leaned his head on him and murmured: "Jiji, you cheapskate, I'll come to you right away."

Jing Mo woke up and found himself in a somewhat weird place, surrounded by eight strange doors, one of which had been opened.

He looked into the door with his head, and the smoke was so thick that he couldn't see clearly.

But since Xiao Yunquan had already come in, he must be at the door, after thinking about this clearly, Jing Mo raised his foot and stepped in.

The scene inside the door seemed familiar, but it turned out to be the empty hall under the raging fire!

Jing Mo only glanced at the long empty hall, and rushed in, but just as he was about to touch the flames, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a bleak winter scene.

Jing Mo looked at the pond in front of him suspiciously, and then raised his head to look at the overly tall willow tree. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that it wasn't that the willow tree was too tall, but that he himself had become smaller.He looked at his white and tender hands in surprise, then touched his little face, and had to admit that he had turned back into a child.

When he was a child, by the frozen pond, Jing Mo had a bad premonition.

Immediately, someone pushed him violently from behind, and before he could do anything, he fell to the ground on the ice.

The ice surface cracked with a click, just like in memory.

Jing Mo endured the biting chill, splashed in the icy water for a long time, and finally grabbed the shore.But just like in memory, immediately, a small boot crushed hard on his hand.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Jing Mo yelled twice, and his body shed a few tears uncontrollably.

Jing Mo now understood that he was stuck in memory.If this is my memory, where is Xiao Yunquan?Are you still in the sea of ​​flames in the long empty hall, or did you come here with yourself?