The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was startled, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was An Qihe.

An Qihe smiled and took off his coat from the crook of his arm, opened the curtain and walked into the car, and put the coat on the little prince's shoulder: "Are you awake? Do you want to go out and have a look?"

The little prince yawned lazily: "What's so interesting?"

"Mountains, water, and people."

The little prince wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, he hadn't come out to take a look. He couldn't stay in the car all the way, how boring.

So he nodded, and immediately wanted to follow An Qihe out.

An Qihe skillfully helped him put on his clothes, and led them out of the carriage.

When they left the palace, they brought a convoy and an army with them, and they traveled mightily, not to mention how grand they were, but the young prince ignored them all the way, which also made the grandeur seem to be misplaced.

After several days of journey, we have already arrived outside the Great Wall today. The rolling mountains and the vast grasslands, the blue sky and the large white clouds make everything look very different.

The little prince didn't expect such a beautiful scenery outside, so he couldn't help pulling La'an Qihe's sleeves to learn how they rode forward.

Then An Qihe pulled a horse, let the young prince go up first, and straddled behind himself, holding the young prince in his arms.

The two rode forward together, and soon reached the front of the team.

Most of the people next to him came from the imperial city, and they are not surprised by this kind of thing, and they can't say much, but there is a local in the team, seeing the little prince and An Qihe together in an ambiguous posture, he couldn't help laughing Face.

"Oh, are you a couple? The relationship is really good."

The little prince had a thin skin and shrunk his neck shyly.

An Qihe chuckled and said, "Yes, he is my lover."

The little prince blushed a little, playing with An Qihe's clothes awkwardly.

The man laughed loudly: "That's right, I wish you will be together forever, and our God will also bless you, please follow me and read: Si Enruo, Busiruo!"

The little prince frowned suspiciously, not understanding what it meant.

The man said: "This is a word used in our clan to bless newcomers. As long as you read this sentence, your thoughts will be heard by our god, and he will bless you to be together forever."

An Qihe thought to himself: I'm sorry, I'm an atheist, the kind of person who doesn't even believe in koi

Then he was the first to say: "Si Enruo, Busiruo."

The little prince was ignorant, so he also read it.

After the two finished reading, they went to look at the person, but suddenly found that the person who was supposed to be riding beside them suddenly disappeared.

An Qihe called a soldier and asked him to call all the locals, but there were only two locals in the team, and none of them would laugh and make them chant spells with him.

The little prince and An Qihe exchanged glances, feeling uneasy because they didn't understand.

However, this uneasiness was also exhausted in the following trek through mountains and rivers.

The little prince soon became sleepy again, yawned, and limply fell back into An Qihe's arms, wanting to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a rush of horseshoes in front of them, and a group of bandits galloped from a distance, surrounded the team, and shouted: "rob!"

An Qihe remained calm, raised his brows, and secretly scoffed in his heart that this group of people had something wrong with their minds.

It would be smart to say that the caravan carrying goods was robbed. What kind of team are they?

The person next to him is a big insider who they will never be able to provoke, plus the young prince and An Qihe, this group of people say they are here to rob, they might as well call them over to give away their heads.

But An Qihe didn't intend to cause trouble, if there was always chaos in the fight, he didn't want the little prince to participate in it, so he counted the heads and said to the accompanying people: "Please drink for 50 taels of silver. "

The bandit leader held a heavy amount of money, but he was still not satisfied: "Leave the person in your arms, and you can get out."

An Qihe frowned, with a half-smile: "Are you really not going to take the money and leave?"

The bandit immediately frowned and glared at him: "What do you mean? Dare to beak me, I'm afraid you want to die?"

After speaking, he drew his sword and pointed at An Qihe.

An Qihe casually rubbed the young prince's delicate skin with one hand, and at some point in the other hand he had already grasped a sword, and knocked the rushing person to the ground in twos and threes.

Seeing their boss making a fool of themselves, the others rushed forward immediately.

The little prince was tightly protected in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel very at ease. Occasionally, he could see a few panicked faces through the gaps between An Qihe's fingers covering his eyes, and soon those people fell down. After coming down, An Qihe didn't even have a chance to make a move.

An Qihe breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Men in black came from nowhere and surrounded them. Everyone was holding a high-quality sword. Judging from their appearance, they were not ordinary people.

The army immediately entered a state of alert, and the opponent rushed forward, fighting with the army.

Those men in black were obviously well-trained masters, they fought on par with Gaowei in the palace, and even made a better move, they died in a blink of an eye, An Qihe pinched his legs without saying anything, and the horse flew Ben, lead them to a more open place to fight.

But I never thought that the opponent knew the terrain better than myself, you fought back and forth for a while, the surrounding scenery changed countless, and finally came to the edge of the cliff in a panic.

An Qihe gritted his teeth, took the little prince off the horse, protected the two with a sword, tilted his head to wipe away the blood from the corners of his lips.

There were not many people left on the other side, the leader stared straight at An Qihe, paused for a moment and said: "An Qihe, long time no see, you have become like this, you are worthy of the master's kindness ?"

An Qihe narrowed his eyes and understood.

This group of people is the same group that wanted to kill the little prince before.

"Who is the master you are talking about?" Even if it is death, he must know why he died. Who has been blocking them, who has been trying to kill the little prince, and what is wrong with him? Why? He insisted on killing the little prince.

The other party smiled and said: "You will remember, you are almost remembering."

An Qihe didn't know why.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"If you kill the little prince, you can still come back now. We will all be waiting for you. As long as you kill him, your task will be completed and your kindness will be repaid. Didn't you always say that you want to repay the master's kindness?" ? Come on, here's your chance."

The little prince was very unhappy and frightened.

He still remembers the first time he saw An Qihe, it was An Qihe who came to assassinate him and was knocked out by the little prince. Follow his words and leave people to observe and observe.

It was not easy for him to trust An Qihe, and the two got married smoothly. If An Qihe thought of something at this time and suddenly attacked the young prince, the young prince might not be able to accept it at all.

An Qihe only heard it inexplicably: "Even if I recover my memory, I will not stand on the same front as you."

And he is a character who has passed through, so if he has passed through, it means that the original owner is dead, right?A dead person will not be resurrected, let alone restore his memory.Furthermore, what does the memory of the original owner have to do with him? "

The other party seemed to have heard a joke: "Just wait, you will regret it."

After speaking, he suddenly raised his sword and charged, An Qihe reacted quickly and raised his sword to block, but the man made a feint and turned to stab the young prince. Stab the opponent's body.

The other party smiled and said, "I knew I couldn't beat you, but..."

His face suddenly turned ferocious, and with a wave of his hand, a white mist rushed over. An Qihe instinctively held his breath, but he still inhaled a lot. In desperation, he could only cover the little prince's nasal cavity.

The white mist seemed to have the effect of numbing people's nerves. An Qihe said badly, and quickly took two steps back. Just as he was about to draw out his sword, the opponent suddenly held down the blade and pushed it forward violently.

Immediately, An Qihe's eyes went dark, and he fell backwards holding the little prince.

Both of them stepped into the air and fell into the deep cliff together.

Before he fell into a coma, An Qihe still did not forget to put himself under the little prince's body, and covered the little prince's head with his big hands, for fear of knocking the little prince.

On the cliff, the white mist dissipated, and a black figure half-kneeled on the ground, with a pool of bright red blood already gathered under it.

After the several men in black watching exchanged glances with each other, one of them stepped forward and stabbed him again, making sure that the other party was completely dead before leaving.

After everyone left, he slowly opened his eyes again, and whispered towards the cliff: "I can only help you here, don't think about it, and don't... go find the master."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and died completely.

When the little prince woke up, it was already dark, he opened his eyes in a daze, his mind was in chaos

He felt a little pain in his arm, and shouted unhappily: "An Qihe? An Qihe..."

After finishing speaking, he remembered what happened, his face turned pale immediately, and he turned around to touch An Qihe.

As a result, he touched the cold body beneath him.

The little prince panicked all of a sudden, it was too dark around and he couldn't see how An Qihe's injury was, so he could only touch it tentatively, when his trembling fingers touched the wet thick liquid, the little prince couldn't help but feel a sore nose, Hastily called: "An Qihe... An Qihe, wake up!"

But the rest of the people couldn't give an answer, as if the cold body was telling him something.

What is he going to do?

The little prince cried so much that the wound was involved, and a large amount of blood flowed out, but the little prince didn't seem to notice it at all, he stroked it over and over again, wanting to touch An Qihe's face, hoping to hear An Qihe use his weak The voice said he was still there.

But the face was indeed touched, the eyes were closed, the thin lips were tightly pressed, and no sound could come out.

The little prince was at a loss, and when he was crying sadly, he suddenly felt the faint heartbeat of his subordinates.

The little prince was hiccupping and raised his eyes with tears in his eyes.

An Qihe was still sleeping deeply, covered with scars, blood almost wrapped him into a blood man.