After amnesia, I brought my old enemy back home

Thinking of this, he endured the pain and quickly looked around, but he didn't see anyone except the child who stepped on his hand.

"You still have the face to look around!" Seeing that he still didn't beg for mercy, the child increased the strength on his feet again.

"Forgive me, spare my life." Jing Mo called out twice perfunctorily, trying to overturn the child but failed to do so. Only then did he realize that not only his body, but even his spiritual power had returned to his childhood state.

"You want me to spare you? Then you bark a few times like a dog." The child knelt down and grabbed Jing Mo's hair, pushing him back into the water again.

Jing Mo was prepared this time, he held his breath the moment he entered the water, avoiding the choking and coughing as he remembered.Even when he was in the water, he was distracted to recall, but he couldn't remember how he offended Jing Kun.

But in his memory, there are only two kinds of people who dislike him.One is the pedantic one like Jing Tang who values ​​family education, and the other is the one like Jing Kun who is used to domineering and domineering, and does not allow others to resist a little.

After being pressed into the pool, it seems to be thrown to the back mountain?Thinking of this sudden change of expression, Jing Mo choked on two sips of water, and when his head came out of the water again, he coughed violently.

Afterwards, it was exactly as he remembered, Jing Kun stripped off his wet clothes, dragged him trembling, and came to the back mountain: "You can fend for yourself here, no one will come looking for you!"

"Really?" Jing Mo raised his head and smiled.

What responded to him was Jing Kun's vicious kick.

At this time, Jing Mo suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Jing Kun's ankle and pulled it forward with all his strength, Jing Kun didn't expect that he still had the strength to resist, and was dragged staggeringly by him.

Jing Mo took the opportunity to throw out the wet clothes he had been clutching in his hand, covered Jing Kun's face with it, then punched and kicked with all his strength, until the people under his feet were silent, and then he stopped and collapsed on the ground.

After a long time, Jing Mo caught his breath, got up with great effort and began to tear his clothes, and then tied the strips of cloth tightly together to form a rope.

As he remembered, Jing Mo chose a tree, and hung the unconscious Jing Kun with his hands behind his back.

After doing this, Jing Mo let out a long breath, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and as expected, he started to have a fever.But he smiled indifferently, dragged his injured body, and moved little by little towards the cave in his memory.

According to his memory, he passed out in the cave, but this time he knew what would happen, so he couldn't bear to faint again.

So he sat by the cave, shivering, and stared at the entrance of the cave nervously and expectantly.

It was getting dark, and snow began to fall outside the entrance of the cave.Jing Mo was thrown into the water originally, his hair was all wet, now it's snowing again, the temperature is getting lower and lower, his wet hair has begun to form small ice crystals.Jing Mo rubbed his bare arms helplessly, and hugged himself tighter.

It's not like he doesn't know how to make fire spells now, but he dare not use them.

Although it is in my own memory, if I do something different, it is really hard to say what will happen next.This was the first time he and Xiao Yunquan met, and Xiao Yunquan had such a cautious character, Jing Mo was worried that he would see the light of the fire, so he stopped coming in.

After waiting for a while, just when Jing Mo felt that he was about to freeze, there was finally the sound of footsteps on the snow coming from the entrance of the cave.

He hurriedly pulled himself together, looked up at the entrance of the cave, and sure enough, he saw a familiar color on the snow outside the cave.

only...

Unlike what I remembered, this time the figure was actually much bigger.Jing Mo's eyes widened in surprise, and he found that the person standing outside the cave was the grown-up Xiao Yunquan!

He wanted to open his mouth to call someone, but suddenly found that he couldn't make any sound.Then, he remembered that this time he seemed to have a high fever and lost his voice, and it took several months for him to recover.

Xiao Yunquan looked at the child in the cave suspiciously.He was still in the sea of ​​flames in the long empty hall before, when he heard Jing Mo's voice in a trance, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

He walked in the mountains for a long time, but he couldn't find the way down the mountain. It wasn't until the snow began to fall in the sky that he saw a cave in front of him.

Since you can't go out, go to the cave to avoid the snow.Xiao Yunquan made up his mind to walk slowly to the entrance of the cave, but he didn't expect that there was actually a child sitting inside, and it was also a child with bare upper body and wounds all over his body.

When the child saw him, he showed joy, but his face was bruised and purple, and his smile was very funny.

Since you can't speak, how about writing?Thinking of this, Jing Mo quickly picked up a branch and wrote on the ground.But for some reason, no matter how he writes, what he draws is a bunch of meaningless symbols.

Xiao Yunquan looked at the child's scribbles on the ground in amazement, and stopped walking into the hole.

Seeing his hesitation, Jing Mo didn't dare to draw any more.The current situation is unclear, even if they can't reveal their identities, it's safer for two people to stay together.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Xiao Yunquan turned around to look at the snow that was falling more and more, hesitated for a moment, and went into the cave anyway.

The cave was gloomy and cold, Xiao Yunquan looked around in disgust, found a slightly cleaner corner and sat down.

Since he entered the cave, the child's eyes have been completely glued to him.But think about it, a child with injuries all over his body, seeing an adult, isn't it like seeing a life-saving straw?

And for some reason, he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the child's eyes.

Since this is an illusion of one of the eight gates, the characters in it may be the key to breaking the formation.Having figured this out, Xiao Yunquan looked at the child a few more times, and then said, "Who are you?"

Sure enough, it was the same as in memory, Jing Mo blinked his eyes, the first sentence Xiao Yunquan saw when he woke up was also the same.

Then he seemed to have fainted again before he could speak?This time Jing Mo tried his best to stay awake, so naturally he didn't faint, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make a hiss of unknown meaning.

"Your vocal cords are damaged?" Seeing this situation, Xiao Yunquan unexpectedly felt a little distressed for no reason. He shook his head amusedly. Could it be that he has been with Jing Mo for a long time, and even his emotions have become richer?

The kid tried again, gave up after a few hisses, and just shrunk himself tighter.

Xiao Yunquan took advantage of the moonlight to look at the snow that was getting thicker and thicker outside the cave, then at the child's bruised upper body and hair covered with ice crystals, got up and came to him in a strange way.

This is to give clothes to yourself?In Jing Mo's memory, when he woke up again, he was covered with a moon-white robe. When and under what circumstances Xiao Yunquan decided to give him the clothes, he really didn't know.

Xiao Yunquan squatted down and looked directly at the child, seeing that he was trembling slightly, the skin on his body was still blue-white, it must be from the cold, right?

For some reason, he took off his outer robe subconsciously, and gently wrapped the child up.

Jing Mo felt the temperature on his outer robe, took a long breath, and finally felt that he had come back to life.But he wrapped his outer robe tightly and shook and shook, and gradually became dissatisfied in his heart.

If this was under normal circumstances, Xiao Yunquan would have hugged himself into his arms long ago when he saw himself shivering with fever.By the way, what did little Xiao Yunquan do at that time?

Oh, yes, when I woke up, he was eating, and then I kept watching helplessly, and he gave it all to himself.

Thinking of this, Jing Mo's stomach growled.

Xiao Yunquan looked up at him for a while, and sat down next to him, actually took out a Qiankun bag from his bosom, and took out a boxy thing from the bag.

Jing Mo looked at that thing in a daze, and after a long time of reaction, he realized that the yellowish-brown thing was steamed lotus leaves. He stared at it hesitantly, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought it looked like glutinous rice chicken.

"Can you make a fire?" Xiao Yunquan took out the glutinous rice chicken and touched it. He felt that the cold temperature was not suitable for a child with a fever and injuries.

Jing Mo wanted to start a fire a long time ago, and nodded quickly after hearing this.So Xiao Yunquan reluctantly collected some dead branches in the cave and piled them together.

Relying on the pitifully little spiritual power in his body, Jing Mo tried two or three times before finally lighting a small flame.Xiao Yunquan looked at the faint little flame and was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Are you from the Jing family?"

Jing Mo blinked his eyes, Xiao Yunquan didn't ask that question in his memory.By the way, I didn't even know how to make fire at that time.

Xiao Yunquan didn't force himself to see the child ignore him.He put the glutinous rice chicken by the fire and baked it with residual heat for a while, then handed it to the child.

Jing Mo showed his little hand full of wounds, and took it carefully.

When Xiao Yunquan saw that hand, his eyes paused.

I seem to have seen such a small hand somewhere in my memory?The fingers were swollen into small radishes, and the back of the hand was covered with bloodstains from being run over...

He subconsciously grabbed Jing Mo's hand, and Jing Mo withdrew his hand with a groan, and the glutinous rice chicken in his hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry." Xiao Yunquan knew he had hurt the child, and quickly apologized, and then turned over in his arms, only then remembered that Ning Zhifei's medicine bag had been given to Jing Mo.

Thinking of Jing Mo, Xiao Yunquan subconsciously sighed, he was angry after sobering up a few days ago.Throwing him drunk to Cang'er's care, he ran to live with Ning Zhifei in the camp.

But who knew, Jing Mo didn't take the initiative to look for him when he was leaving Jing Mo alone, and even later, he would hide from him when he saw him, which was really irritating.

Seeing Xiao Yunquan frown slightly, Jing Mo thought that he must not be thinking of anything good.He wanted to ask, but he had already lost his voice, and now he didn't have any position to ask about the child's identity, so he sighed silently, and picked up the glutinous rice chicken on the ground.

This glutinous rice chicken smells fragrant, and the glutinous rice inside is crystal clear and looks very attractive.Jing Mo took a bite, and only belatedly thought, where did Xiao Ji get the glutinous rice chicken?

Xiao Yunquan came back to his senses, and saw that the child had finished eating the glutinous rice chicken, and was staring at him eagerly.

"I can't give you any more." Xiao Yunquan said.

Jing Mo was stunned for a moment, he really didn't want to ask for another glutinous rice chicken, with his current food intake, one glutinous rice chicken was already full, not to mention that he had a fever, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable after eating glutinous rice.

But compared to this feeling, the injuries all over his body were more uncomfortable, Jing Mo blinked and continued to bear it.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Xiao Yunquan asked suddenly.