My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

"No, I didn't mean that." Wen Shang explained, "I, I can't ask what your name is."

When he slipped out of his mouth, he was stunned for a moment, no, isn't asking the name the first question when meeting and making friends for the first time? What am I talking about?He clicked his tongue.

"Why not?" the man in black asked.

"No, it's not." Wen Shang is usually eloquent, but at this moment he encountered a difficulty, "I just want to say that it seems inappropriate to ask your name rashly."

The man in black asked again, "What's wrong?"

Wen Shang: "..."

A stranger who doesn't look easy to mess with, even if he farts, it will get in the way of him. Wen Shang blamed himself for being talkative, so he should have run away when he was fighting two Taoist priests, otherwise he wouldn't have explained more and more chaotically, The more I talked, the more I felt that not only my spiritual skills had regressed, but even my IQ was in jeopardy.

"I mean, thank you for saving your life, may I ask what your name is?" Wen Shang finally regained some sober logic and asked.

"Jiang Xuqi." The man in black cherishes words like gold, and is unwilling to say a word.

Wen Shang swallowed, and said, "Good name, goodbye."

He left in a hurry, turned back before going out half a step out of the gate, met Jiang Xuqi's icy eyes, scratched his hands, and said, "I remember, my master is still in the gate of survival, I have to rescue him."

Wen Shang didn't know why he had to explain so much to him, but there were only the two of them here, and they could meet their eyes through the air. As long as he was not blind, he couldn't stand Jiang Xuqi's oppressive eyes.

Wen Shang planned to ask him to help him find Xue Huan, but seeing that he didn't say a word, he reported his family name and said that he was not a bad person.

"I am a disciple of Nanyu, not an informal Maoye sect. Can you—" Jiang Xuqi interrupted the rest of the sentence, and he approached Wen Shang and asked, "I know, what is your name?" name?"

His voice was still ice-like, but it didn't seem like the alienation at the beginning. Wen Shang didn't know if it was his own illusion. He stared at Jiang Xuqi's eyes, and there was a tenderness in them.

"Oh, my name is Wen Shang, warm Wen, deliberative Shang."

Jiang Xuqi nodded slightly, and said to him: "This place is dangerous, you should leave earlier." After finishing speaking, he touched the stone pier with water, flew up to the roof, and disappeared for a moment.

"Hey~" Wen Shang wanted to call him, but because of his outstanding lightness skills, he flew away long ago.

"Am I alone?" Wen Shang jumped onto the stage in a few steps and turned around in front of the mirror.He rubbed his still sore chest, and said to himself, "How can I save it? Shatter the mirror?"

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The blood-red talisman in the sky over the north swirls and twists stroke by stroke in an unstoppable manner, and the manipulator behind it seems to be painting leisurely and blood-stained.

Yan Zhou raised his eyes, the rouge painted on the corners of his eyes had not been wiped off, and the end of his eyes was smudged with a tenderness that was completely opposite to his own temperament.He slightly rolled his eyes, and said cruel words: "It seems that someone died again."

As soon as the blood-red talisman came out without end, Yan Zhou was basically sure that as long as there was a dead person, there would be a blood-red talisman in the sky. Although it is not clear why this is so, but behind the clues, it must be a big hand. .

Xue Huan's ears were half-emptied, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at the small bite wound on his lip.Yan Zhou's lips were a little reddish, usually taut and tight, only the air-conditioning and meticulousness could be seen, but the blood-stained lips made his whole face even more coquettish.Yan Zhou's appearance is not shockingly beautiful, when there is no ferocious smile, it is soft and fragrant, which makes people feel comfortable.

Recalling the moment before when his lips were red, Xue Huan felt like he was having a cramp. If Yan Zhou was an ordinary mortal, and he did not ask to be a monk who slays demons and demons, he walked and looked back at the shade of willows in the alley. I can really feel good about it.

Yan Zhou turned his head and saw him staring at his mouth in a daze, and his tone gradually raised: "Have you been taken away by that ghost? Why are you in a daze?"

It's a pity that he is a murderous, talkative monster who popped out of nowhere.

The voice didn't match the appearance seriously, he couldn't imagine how to combine a beautiful face with a killer voice?

"What about you, has your soul been taken away by that little ghost? How does it feel to be a mother again?" Xue Huan said jealously, and kicked away the stones on the side of the road casually.

Yan Zhou stopped in his tracks, Xue Huan walked ahead, stood still, and looked back at him.

"You didn't tell me not to move, let me go with that baby ghost, what are you going to do? Let me be cut open by that baby ghost and become a container for him to grow up?" Yan Zhou was stimulated by his words, and turned his mouth back It also does not give others a step down.

Xue Huan's eyes were blank, and he was so strange that he couldn't speak. He said awkwardly for a long time: "Isn't that, do you think that following him can break the illusion? Who knows what kind of mind this baby ghost has."

Yan Zhou didn't listen, and stood where he was.

I thought that this peerless expert in front of me could have some amazing tricks, lure him into the temple where the baby ghost is sacrificed, and was screamed and kissed by the ghost regardless of male and female. What lives in my body now is that ugly little ghost who has been dead for an unknown number of years.

Xue Huan didn't know why, but the other party just stood there angrily and didn't lift his foot.

"I broke one of his arms, are you angry?" Xue Huan asked, "It didn't hurt you, don't be so stingy, let's go~"

Yan Zhou still ignored him and didn't speak.

Xue Huan settled down, laughed along with him, and walked around him patiently, making up an apology in his head on how to make this ancestor uncommonly knowledgeable, and said: "Look at you, you are so powerful, you don't need me to take action, the kid will die obviously In vain, you have not suffered any loss."

"Look at you, with such a high level of spirituality, such a deep level of practice, and good looks, you don't need to know as much as me."

The ending sound was playful, and Xue Huan's eyes were curved, agile and happy.Suddenly, Xue Huan stopped the mouth that spouted nonsense in time, and the bubble that blinded his mind was suddenly burst, shaking his eyes clear for a while.

Wait, Yan Zhou is the devil he wants to kill, why is he circling around this murderous psychopath like a pug, saying flattering nonsense, begging him so lowly to move his legs?

He immediately realized that something was wrong, faced up to his position, and said, "No, you—"

"Tired." Yan Zhou opened his mouth.

"What?" Xue Huan asked a question, and saw that his clothes were fluttering, and he jumped up to a rooftop in the city in the blink of an eye, and sat down with his legs straight and crossed naturally.

The miasma around him hadn't dissipated, and he couldn't see the direction of the intersection in front of him. Xue Huan was tangled in his heart, and then flew up to the roof and sat side by side with him.

There is a gray moon on the head, the horror and silence in the city is extremely quiet, and there is also a kind of unique elegance, no smoke and dust, no business haggling, a hundred miles away, only two people stand on a high ground overlooking the town, there is no breeze, the heart Like falling leaves, peaceful and calm.

Xue Huan said from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't like to be brutally murdered, and if he hadn't had to do it, he wouldn't want to approach those cynical villains with a murderous look.At this moment, he temporarily put aside the idea that the people around him were rivals, and chatted with him.

"Yan Zhou." Xue Huan called him in a low voice.

"Ah."

After receiving his concise but reasonable response, Xue Huan continued: "Have we met before? I mean, before Ming Chuan's time, that is, earlier."

There was confusion in his heart, there was a large gap in his memory, there was no one, not even himself, only some scattered and incoherent pictures remained, which he could not put together, which troubled him for a long time.

He also once thought of a conspiracy theory, that is, someone deliberately erased his memory, and then transformed it into a tool for killing people, but now it seems that this kind of conspiracy is just something he came up with when he was bored. Who in this world has the guts Dare to extend his claws to the patron saint of the Ten Square Formation in the God Realm?

He is quite proud that he is a person from the God Realm, but this pride can't last for a few seconds, because he has no memory of the past, not to mention, he doesn't even remember the way back to Sangchi in the God Realm.

"What do you think?" Yan Zhou asked instead of answering him directly.

Xue Huan was bitter in his heart, but relaxed on his face, "Yes, otherwise, why would I want to kill you so hard? You must have committed some terrible crimes, which are too numerous to write down, which made me refuse to forgive you."

Yan Zhou hissed and said in disapproval, "There are too many people in this world who want to kill me."

"Then, have you and I met a long time ago?" Xue Huan said.

Yan Zhou looked up at the gray moon in the sky, and said, "If you've seen it, what's the use of asking me?"

From the looks of it, Yan Zhou couldn't escape the past, and Xue Huan was not discouraged. Anyway, the days are still long, and he can find his past step by step.

"Forget it, today you and I are trapped in this illusion. We are on the same boat, so I won't make things difficult for you." Xue Huan changed his posture, with his feet facing outwards and his head facing Yan Zhou, and lay down with his mouth open. Humming an out-of-key tune.

Yan Zhou turned his head to look at him, then turned around, facing the houses in the city with a panoramic view, full of thoughts.

He really doesn't remember what happened 10 years ago, every bit of it has been erased from his memory, but fortunately, those gods saved his life after all, and it is not in vain that he betrayed him back then. all……

"Do you want to remember the past?" Yan Zhou's voice was very low, Xue Huan paused for a moment before realizing that he was talking to himself, and said after thinking: "Think about it, otherwise it would be a pity to die in a muddle in the future."

"If the past will break your current life," Yan Zhou said, "if the memories you forget are the ones you don't want to recall, do you want to remember them too?"

Xue Huan was not in a hurry to answer, and first flipped the blank past and present, and said: "Okay, bad, they are all mine. I have no reason not to want them because they are bad."

Regardless of whether the past was good or bad, he has no reason to say no to it, and he doesn't want anyone to take it away. His own world and how to go are in his own hands.

"Is it true that no one loves you, and you speak bitterly, as if you have experienced some kind of bitterness and hatred." Xue Huan asked, leaning sideways and froze his head.

"I'm not that boring, I just help you assume the worst outcome, so that when you find the truth one day, you won't regret it so much."

"Are you doing it for my own good?" Xue Huan suddenly felt relieved, and Fang found a reason for his abnormal thoughts that Yan Zhou was not that bad.

"It would be great if you weren't a monster who killed people indiscriminately. You might be the first friend I make here."

"Killing?"

Xue Huan: "Yes, but I haven't noticed that you hurt innocent people for the time being, and those monsters who make trouble are not counted."

Yan Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.Speaking of killing, he could have killed an ordinary person in Zhaoning, when Xue Huan was not there.

"Can we be friends without killing people?" Yan Zhou asked.

"of course."

"But I don't want to be friends with you." Yan Zhou said, he suddenly moved closer to Xue Huan, and when he saw Xue Huan's unguarded pupils suddenly dilated, he heard an exclamation in his ear.

"You, let him go!"