Even the devil will cry after losing his memory

It turned out that the pit was waiting for him here.

Yan Liang felt that she was trying her best to avoid the temptations of the righteous way step by step, but finally stepped in.

And this is an extremely deep pit.

It's fine if he fights with other people, he can still rely on his aura to bluff people. In order to shake people away with real strength.

But it's completely different to fight against this saint. According to Zhi Zhi's statement, even if it was before, he couldn't tell how long it would take to deal with the saint. Even if he had a better chance of winning, it was in the past, let alone Now he doesn't know anything.

Now that the disciple said these words, almost everyone turned their attention to the saint and him, looking forward to the life-and-death contest between the two great masters.

however--

"I reject."

Just when Yan Liang was about to blurt out these words, his expression stopped for a moment, and he realized that these words were actually spoken by the saint himself.

People deliberately tested the evil master, even if the other party was a fake, they had already expected that the fake evil master would refuse, but they never thought that it was not the evil master Yan Liang who said the rejection, but their saint.

The saint of Tianwen Mountain has not made a sound since he first appeared at the venue. He is wearing a mask and sitting in the most prominent position behind the master of Tianwen Mountain as a mascot. Until now, after he finished speaking, everyone else went to Looking at him, he finally said in a calm tone: "You guys speak so vigorously, it seems that you didn't ask me what I mean?"

Everyone's probing to this point is only a final step away, but it seems that no one has thought about whether their saint will agree to make a move.

But now the answer given by the sage is to refuse.

Now the complexion of other people changed a little, even the head of Tianwen Mountain could not help but look ugly. He tried to persuade the saint, but now he couldn't say these words for the sake of acting, so he opened his mouth in vain. Open your mouth.

At this time, seeing such an embarrassing scene on Zhengdao, Yanliang actually started to watch the show, and now he was not so afraid. If it wasn't because he was in the middle of the crowd and his words and deeds were ignored by others, he might I couldn't help but open my eyes and clap my hands twice.

Why does Zhengdao seem to be fighting among himself all of a sudden?

It's a pity that when he was about to continue watching the play, He Zhi coughed quietly beside him, pulling his thoughts back, Yan Liang looked back, and saw He Zhi glanced to the side, signaling Yan Liang to take a seat first.

It was time to start performing again, Yan Liang sank his heart, and laughed lightly when the venue was chaotic, and then said: "It seems that you guys still have housework to deal with, that's just right." He said and went straight Sit down in his own seat, which is right next to the saint. Yan Liang didn't know who arranged this seat, so he quietly slandered, then pretended to be interested, and said to everyone: "You guys Go ahead, I'll take a look."

With his words, everyone naturally couldn't go on anymore. This trial failed because of the saint's displeasure and lack of cooperation. The master of Tianwen Mountain had no choice but to keep his emotions in his heart. Then he said the next thing without any abnormality.

This meeting was originally held for the peaceful coexistence of good and evil. It was Yanliang who proposed to destroy Tianwen Mountain at the beginning. Tianwen Mountain and Zhengdao didn't want this unnecessary battle, so they proposed to hold the meeting , now everyone can't test the depth of Yan Liang, and they dare not act rashly, they can only follow the previous arrangement and start to offer conditions, trying to use such conditions to make Yan Liang give up the original decision.

During the period, Yan Liang seemed to be listening, and didn't seem to pay attention to the conditions they offered at all. He wore a smile that was not a smile from the beginning to the end. It was not until the Tianwen Mountain Gate Master finished speaking that Yan Liang got up and straightened his clothes and said: "Are you finished?"

The master of Tianwen Mountain Gate paused, then nodded: "What is the answer of the lord?"

During the whole scene, the head of Tianwen Mountain Sect was talking, during which the leaders of Shuiyun City, Leihuozhuang Village and other small sects would occasionally add a few words, but the saint who Yan Liang cared about the most was saying the words of rejection Afterwards, he closed his mouth again, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him as an outsider, more like a spectator than Yan Liang.

Now Tianwen Mountain Gate Master asked Yan Liang for his opinion. After listening to the long conversation, Yan Liang said indifferently: "Isn't there still a few days left for this conference? What are you in a hurry for?"

He turned around and looked around: "Since I've finished talking today, I'll go first. You can continue talking tomorrow and see when you can convince me."

He didn't give the righteous way any face when he said this, he was clearly playing with people at will, but because of Yan Liang's reputation and strength, the others didn't dare to rush into it, they could only hold back their anger and press down Feeling dissatisfied, she watched Yan Liang's back disappear at the gate of the backyard.

And it wasn't until Yan Liang's back disappeared, He Zhi and Nan Qing of the evil way and their accompanying disciples of the evil way also left, that the rest of the people finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their bodies no longer tensed up.

"That devil!" Someone cursed, and then everyone else also cursed. The disciple who stood in the field and provoked Yanliang earlier turned pale, and looked up at Zhuang Dan who was seated on the stage. Said: "Sect master! Do we deserve this anger! Look at how arrogant that guy is, he, he is deliberately playing tricks on us! Seeing that we are so kind to persuade, in fact, he has no intention of stopping !"

Zhuang Dan closed his eyes and didn't answer immediately, only after a while he finally said wearily: "We don't know what Xie Zun is thinking, it's better to be cautious now, even if we are not really afraid of him, but If the battle really starts, none of us want to see it. We are not the bloodthirsty and aggressive guys in the evil way, we should put the overall situation first, and long-term peace is our real goal."

Some people present did not agree with his statement, but those voices were too small, and there was no way to change everyone's decision.

At this time, after Zhuang Dan comforted the others, he turned his gaze to his side again, looking at the saint who stayed out of the matter from beginning to end.

"Holy one." To everyone, the power of a holy man is naturally not as good as that of the sect master and the leader of the righteous way, but in terms of identity, this person is really superior to anyone in seniority, and is above the sect master in terms of seniority. of.Zhuang Dan sighed and laughed wryly, and then said to the saint: "Why didn't you want to take action just now, you know that the evil master is probably a fake..."

"I still said the same thing." The saint finally spoke again at this time, "Have you ever asked me what I mean?"

Zhuang Dan lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "But this is for the righteous way, even so you should..."

The saint stood up and said, "Zhuang Dan."

His voice sounded very young, not at all as rumored to be a hundred years old, but when he spoke like this, Zhuang Dan stood in front of him in fear as a junior, but it did make people feel oppressed that it was hard to breathe.

This is the saint of Tianwen Mountain, no one can underestimate this person, and he is enough to make people believe that there are more important reasons for his decision.

Many times people have no way to decide on many things, but they seem to have a tacit understanding on one thing, that is, the decision of the saint must have the reason of the saint, and the saint will never make mistakes.

Under the gaze of everyone, the saint said again: "Your temptations have no effect, they will only irritate him."

Zhuang Dan frowned and hesitated to speak, the saint saw everyone's thoughts, and said again: "Do you want to try to provoke him to see what the consequences will be, you should know better than me what that person looks like when he goes crazy."

Another person said: "But..."

The saint glanced at the person who made the sound, it was the owner of Leihuoshan Villa. After he looked at it like this, the other party couldn't say anything, and only after a while, he said in a low voice: "The saint How do you know that there will be such a consequence? What if he is really not the evil deity?"

The saint didn't answer his words this time, as if it should be a matter of course, he shook his head and didn't make another sound, then turned around and left this venue as well, in the opposite direction from Yanliang just now.

The crowd suddenly fell silent again, looking at each other, no one understood what the saint meant.

·

What they didn't know was that in the courtyard where Yan Liang lived, after finishing everything and returning to the villa, Yan Liang stepped into the room, quickly closed the door, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned his head and was about to speak out, when He Zhi beside him had already said: "My lord."

Yan Liang was so involved in pretending just now that he completely forgot that there was someone by his side, now he almost gasped in fright when he heard He Zhi's voice, and then slowly turned back: "Han Zhi next time Can you let me know first before taking out my sword?"

What he was talking about was more than drawing a sword to frighten the righteous way.

Not only did she not reply, Nan Qing covered her lips and laughed: "Honorable Master really deserves to be His Holiness, just now I stayed with His Majesty in the venue, and it was really interesting to see the dumbfounded expressions of their group, if His Majesty hadn't come back The pace was more anxious than ever, I really thought that the Lord had recovered his memory."

Yan Liang is still in the aftermath of the scene just now, just now he was so powerful in front of people, it seemed that no one dared to speak, but in fact only he knew that after leaving the venue, he almost forcibly With willpower, he dragged his legs and moved himself back into the room.

After returning to the room, Yan Liang smiled wryly at Nan Qing and He Zhi, then threw herself back on the bed and covered herself with the quilt, refusing to come out even after saying anything.

Nan Qing: "..."

He Zhi couldn't help calling out again: "My lord?"

Yan Liang wrapped herself in the quilt, her voice was muffled by the isolation of the quilt: "Let me take a breath, I think they might ambush me outside my room after this trip, or assassinate me on the way I must go out." I."

It's not that he doesn't know how disgusting the words he said are. When Wen Lingyuan taught him how to imitate his own tone when he was an evil deity in the past, he only said what he usually said, as long as he said it the other way around. Just saying what others don't want to hear, just poking at others' pain, the more calm the surface when facing provocations, the more others will gnash their teeth.

He did so according to what Wen Lingyuan said, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart.

Provoking others and oppressing others does not give him any sense of accomplishment. Every time he says something stinging, he can't help but worry in his heart whether the other party's emotions will be unbearable. If he was really like He really couldn't understand how to get along with people like this. Did he really say such things sincerely before?Do you take pleasure in hurting others?

Did my previous self really feel interesting when doing this kind of thing?

Yan Liang's heart was very complicated, he couldn't tell whether he was afraid because of the scene just now, worried about the next few days, or disappointed with his former self.

He can't remember everything from the past, but the more he hears about his former self, the more he doesn't like that self.

Yan Liang lost his strength and allowed himself to curl up in the quilt. I don't know if it was because he thought too much just now, or because he covered it for too long. He gradually felt a slight pain in his chest, and it became difficult to breathe.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, clutching his chest with his pale face and tears streaming down his face in an instant: "Nanqing, have I been plotted against by someone secretly? My chest seems to hurt a little..."

He called Nan Qing's name, because although the two hall masters were both eccentric people, Nan Qing seemed to be closer, and Yan Liang couldn't help being a little scared when facing He Zhi, so At this time, he almost couldn't help but blurted out the former.

Seeing this, Nan Qing's face became a little nervous, and after saying "Don't worry, my lord", she immediately turned around and began to search in the salute brought in advance in the room, and her performance was much calmer than Nan Qing's, He raised his hand to rest Yan Liang's back with his palm, and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't move."

Yan Liang felt that the pain in his chest seemed to be gradually intensifying, and even his limbs began to feel excruciating pain. He was in so much pain that tears rolled down his face. He just thought that he was going to die, and he didn't dare to move at all. Injected into his body, he behaved like a doll who can be manipulated by others.

After a while, Nan Qing, who was in a hurry, finally found something from the salute, quickly picked it up and put it in front of Yan Liang, and stuffed it into Yan Liang's mouth.

Yan Liang saw what he meant, and swallowed the elixir without hesitation, but the bitterness that exploded in his mouth immediately made his tears fall even more fiercely.

After swallowing the elixir, his face obviously eased a lot, but He Zhi and Nan Qing still didn't dare to neglect, and He Zhi didn't take back his hand, silently watching Yan Liang's situation, while Nan Qing supported Yan Liang, and asked carefully in a low voice Said: "Master, do you feel better?"

Yan Liang shook his head, bit his lip as if he wanted to say something, but temporarily lost his strength because of the pain.

Nan Qing waited patiently, still very concerned.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Liang finally reopened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and slowly uttered a word: "..."

Nan Qing didn't hear it clearly, but realized that it should be something very important, so he hurriedly approached and asked, "What is your lord's order?"

Yan Liang lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and finally uttered that word again in pain with a trembling voice. This time Nan Qing finally heard clearly, and he heard their lord say in a crying voice with great difficulty: "Sugar."

Nan Qing: "..."

Not only Nan Qing, even He Zhi, who was always calm and never changed his expression under any circumstances, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his eyes.

Probably, no one has ever seen a guy who is still thinking about eating candy under such a situation. Although Nan Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing, she got up immediately after laughing and searched in the room.Fortunately, there were fruits and pastries prepared by them in advance on the table in the room. Nan Qing picked out the best-looking osmanthus cake and brought it to Yan Liang. After eating, Yan Liang finally relieved his mouth. The unbearable bitterness in his mouth was a little relieved.

For some reason, Nan Qing felt that the bitterness seemed to be more unbearable to Yan Liang than the pain just now.

Staring at this scene, Nan Qing thought of something for some reason, and suddenly raised her eyes and asked, "Will even this kind of place change after losing memory?"

Yan Liang raised his head in confusion, he hadn't recovered from the sudden change just now, first he endured the sudden pain, and then he was forced to take an extremely bitter pill, although The pain gradually disappeared, but the bitter taste in the mouth lingered for a long time, even with sweet pastries, it couldn't be suppressed.

He didn't understand what Nan Qing meant, Nan Qing murmured and said: "My lord, you drank a lot of medicine when you were injured. Even if your body has fully recovered, you still drink medicine every month because of your cultivation. At that time, you never said it was bitter, and you never resisted taking medicine." Nan Qing looked at the puzzlement in Yanliang's eyes, blinked and teased him deliberately: "Drinking medicine is like drinking water. "

Yan Liang couldn't understand himself at that time, and quickly retorted: "How could someone not be afraid of taking medicine?"

The bitter taste is the most unbearable. He just lost his memory before and now, and he is not a different person. How could he not feel it?

Yan Liang really couldn't figure out what was going on, but Nan Qing realized what was going on, and immediately stopped and changed the subject: "By the way, how is the Lord going to deal with the next thing now?"

Yan Liang hadn't been able to breathe a sigh of relief, but now he suddenly heard him ask, and immediately said in a daze: "Shouldn't I ask you?"

The two sides looked at each other in silence, Yan Liang was most concerned about his physical condition, he didn't understand why He Zhi and Nan Qing didn't seem to be surprised by his situation just now, but just now Nan Qing said that he used to have a medical condition every month. He still needs to drink medicine, and he doesn't know why. Could it be that there is something wrong with his body?Is it serious?

Yan Liang still wanted to go back to see Wen Lingyuan, and didn't want to die here without saying goodbye, so he quickly grabbed the two hall masters in front of him and asked, "What's going on with my body?"

Nan Qing looked at He Zhi, and after getting a positive response from He Zhi, she finally said with hesitation: "My lord, you may have forgotten that this is the sequelae of your choice to practice this kind of exercise."

Sure enough, there was something wrong with my body.

Although Yan Liang had expected it long ago, he was still a little surprised when he heard his words. He heard Nan Qing continue: "Honorable Master was able to get better when his hands and feet were completely disabled. Other people's exercises are different. Even my master, the former suzerain, has never seen this matter. The lord doesn't know where he came from before, but the original exercises on his body contain infinite vitality, which can make you The original meridian re-grows. But in fact, the suzerain later found out that it could take ten years to recover slowly with your cultivation method without any cost, but in order to speed up this process, you chose a faster way. It took more than a year to recover. This method has damaged your body too deeply, so it will make you fall into this pain every few months."

Yan Liang understood. He originally thought that according to what other people said, it was really strange that he stood up again after only lying down for a year after becoming a cripple. He didn't know until now that he had paid for this matter. at a price.

And the price is definitely not small.

Yan Liang thought that this happened to him, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared. He is not the evil deity in people's conversation who is not afraid of anything, as if everything can be easily solved, he is just a person who is afraid of pain and death. A waste who just wants to stay by Wen Lingyuan's side and doesn't go anywhere. If he didn't have much real feeling when he heard about his past before, this time he really felt his heart tremble.

Because the past things can't make him feel, but there is persistent pain.

Yan Liang clutched his chest that was in pain just now, and said in a low voice: "Does that mean I will have this pain every month?"

But when he was in the village with Wen Lingyuan, it didn't seem like this kind of thing happened?

When Yan Liang asked this question, Nan Qing quickly shook her head and said, "That's not the case, the Lord's situation is irregular, sometimes only once every half a year, sometimes only ten days or so, sometimes mild and sometimes severe , That's why you need to carry medicine with you at all times." Seeing Yan Liang's serious and worried expression, he thought he understood Yan Liang's mind, so he quickly said, "But don't worry, my lord, Zheng Dao doesn't know about this."

But now Yanliang's mind is full of the words just now: "Ten days? Will it be like just now?"

He didn't even dare to think about that kind of pain, not to mention experiencing it twice in such a short period of time.

However, what made people even more desperate was that after Yan Liang asked this question, Nan Qing carefully shook her head and said in a tone that did not irritate him: "No, it may be more serious than this."

Yan Liang looked up blankly.

But soon he understood.

The previous pain was just the beginning, because he didn't know what the real pain looked like that night. Even if he had prepared himself mentally and had taken the medicine in advance, the pain he endured next was still the same. It's not something that can be suppressed easily, it's a pain that Yan Liang couldn't even imagine before.

The stabbing pain in his chest was as sharp as a knife piercing into the flesh and stirring continuously, but the pain in his limbs was a completely different feeling, it was a lingering dull pain, he couldn't even tell where he was in the pain, but that long and endless feeling Burning his flesh and bones, it was as if his whole body was being torn apart and then reassembled. It went on and on, and it seemed that it would never stop.

Yan Liang curled up on the bed in pain, even though Nan Qing and He Zhi took turns sending him strength to try to make him feel better, he didn't look any better, still whimpering weakly.

Nan Qing and He Zhi are like persuading a child, they can't coax him well, so Nan Qing is fine, even He Zhi has nothing to do with Yan Liang, so he can only treat him to the best of his ability.

And in order to prevent someone from eavesdropping outside the courtyard and discovering the clues, Yanliang could not make too much noise no matter how painful it was, so he could only bite his lip to endure it.

During the period, Nan Qing took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yan Liang's forehead, and couldn't help but whispered, "How could it suddenly become so serious? Obviously, there was never such a severe case when the Lord fell ill before..."

Yan Liang couldn't help raising the corner of her lower lip when she heard this.

He can probably guess why this is, just like the sense of taste cannot change because of his memory loss, and the pain will naturally not, so it is not a sudden seriousness at all, or other reasons, it is just the past He can endure it, whether it is enduring the bitterness of medicine or enduring pain, he can do it without being noticed by others.

But what's the use of patience, when you are in pain, you should need comfort even more.

Yan Liang felt that the former self might not be very good. Of course, the main reason is not that he likes to hold back when he is in pain, but because he can spend a longer time to heal himself more thoroughly, but in order to be able to stand up as soon as possible. I got up and chose the method that would make me never escape the pain.This kind of pain that occurs every once in a while is really too tormenting.

In the past, he might be able to bear it, but now Yanliang's eyes are red with pain and he wants to pass out, but this kind of pain keeps him awake all the time, and he can't even fall asleep.

This situation lasted for a long time, and what people did not expect was that at night, after the servants in the house brought food and were kicked out by He Zhi and Nanqing, the mysterious saint For some reason, he suddenly came to this courtyard and knocked on Yanliang's door.

When he came, Yan Liang was still biting his lip and enduring the pain. After He Zhi told him that the person who came was a saint, Yan Liang, who used to whine from time to time, didn't even dare to make a sound and could only open his eyes. He looked in the direction of the door in vain.

If the saint comes in and finds his current state...

Could his disguise be about to be revealed?Or even if his memory loss has not been discovered yet, but his current sick appearance is not much stronger. When others find out his weakness, they will soon take advantage of it and attack the Dust Sect Sect .

Not only him, but also Nan Qing seemed to have thought of such a possibility. After hearing the saint's knock on the door and the greeting, they were silent for a moment, and then quietly looked at the pale Yan Liang on the bed. He lowered his voice and said, "My lord, can you still speak now?"

To make the saint not suspect, they can only ask Yan Liang to dispel the idea of ​​meeting the saint.

Although they didn't say it clearly, Yanliang already understood what they meant. Although he is not the evil spirit before, he is still transparent in many aspects. Even if he can't lift the slightest bit of strength from his body now, it's not uncomfortable at all. , but now this kind of thing can only be done by him.

Yan Liang forced himself to stand up with Nan Qing's support, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible: "The saint is so close to me, aren't you afraid of being looked at by others?"

His voice is slightly hoarse due to pain, but it is not obvious under the cover, unless it is carefully recognized by someone familiar with it, it is difficult to detect it.

Yan Liang felt that he should not be exposed, because he didn't think the saint would pay such close attention to him.

After he said this, there was a moment of silence outside. The courtyard was already quiet, and there was no sound at night. If he hadn't heard footsteps, Yan Liang would have thought that the saint outside had actually left.

After waiting for a while with puzzled thoughts, Yanliang finally heard the saint outside the door say again: "I originally wanted to talk to the lord about when the lord planned to start the agreement, but now it seems It seems that the lord is inconvenient to talk to me for the time being." For some reason, he obviously came here by himself, but at this moment he seemed unwilling to meet, said hastily "My lord, take a good rest" and turned to leave this place.

It sounded like there was some concern.

This episode was only for a short moment, not only Yan Liang couldn't figure out what this saint meant, but even He Zhi and Nan Qing couldn't figure it out, all three of them frowned and fell into deep thought.

Of course Yan Liang frowned and thought his body was really in pain.

The lingering pain consumed almost all of his spirit and strength, and Yan Liang did not see any relief from the pain until the second half of the night, but fortunately at this time exhaustion had gradually taken over his mind, and he was slowly exhausting himself. After doing my best, I slowly fell asleep.

And after seeing him fall asleep, He Zhi and Nan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They all knew what Yan Liang would look like when he had an attack, but usually Yan Liang concealed it too well, so they would not know that his pain would actually be so severe, until today they finally understood.

Yan Liang's physical condition has stabilized, and there is no need for them to continue to use his true strength for the time being. As long as he can sleep, he will be able to recover slowly when he wakes up tomorrow.

Don't bother Yan Liang, who finally fell asleep exhausted, more than quietly left the room with Nan Qing. After communicating in a low voice outside the door for a while, Nan Qing looked into the room worriedly, but he still didn't stay. Here, turned away and left him to rest alone.

But what they didn't know was that almost shortly after they left, Youdao's white figure appeared in the courtyard like a ghost, and quietly swayed into the room.

The figure in white clothes is naturally a saint. If Yanliang was awake and saw this scene, he would probably be slandered. In this house, no matter whether it is righteous or evil, this saint is probably the only one who sneaks into other people's rooms at night. He was still wearing a floating white dress, and he was even able to perform such things as visiting the room at night so gracefully and freely.

The room was still so quiet that only the sound of Yanliang's rapid breathing due to pain could be heard in his sleep. The saint didn't try to find anything after entering the room, he just stared at Yanliang on the bed, and turned the weak light on Yanliang. The furrowed brows on his pale face and his hands tightly gripping the blanket can be seen in his eyes.

The saint didn't seem surprised to see Yanliang's appearance. The mask covered his face so that people couldn't see his expression clearly. He stood there for a long time before slowly walking towards Yanliang's direction, and only raised his footsteps. Before he could take a few steps, Yan Liang in his sleep seemed disturbed by these slight noises, and murmured: "Lingyuan."

His voice made the saint stop again.

And Yan Liang probably saw something in a dream, the crying in his tone became more and more obvious, and he even seemed to try his best to break free from something: "Lingyuan, why did you lie to me, obviously you are not like this, you just... ..."

His voice was a little fuzzy, and he seemed to say a few small words, but the saint could not hear clearly, the emotion in his eyes seemed to flicker slightly in the light, and at this time he finally came to Yanliang's bed On the side, gently sat down and raised his hand to stroke his sweaty cheek along his hair.

Yan Liang, who was sleeping soundly, was unaware of this, and was still muttering something, only Wen Lingyuan's name could be heard clearly coming and going.

The sage sat beside his bed for a long time, and the true power in his palm spewed out. If Hezhi waited for someone to be present at this time, he could probably see that his true power and Yanliang should have the same source, and in this kind of Under the action of strength, Yan Liang seemed to feel the pain gradually dissipating, and even the brows that were tightly knit in the dream began to loosen gradually.

This process lasted for a long time, and after about half an hour, Yan Liang's tense body seemed to finally return to its normal appearance, and fell into a dreamland.

And the saint still didn't leave after completing these things, he sat beside Yan Liang's bed, gently stroked his cheek, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and traced his eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, he raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, leaned over and pressed a kiss gently on Yan Liang's forehead.

After that, until the sky was getting brighter, the saint finally turned around and disappeared.

·

In the morning of the next day, it took Yanliang a long time to fully wake up from the confused state after waking up. Recalling the tormenting pain last night, Yanliang could almost feel it from the bottom of his heart. Fear, and as long as he thinks that he will feel that fear again for countless times in the future, it will be even more difficult for him to let go.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that even in such a situation, he could still sleep, and he didn't seem to sleep badly that night.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have returned to the time when he slept with Wen Lingyuan in the past, and Wen Lingyuan slept with him in his arms, Yan Liang would feel extremely at ease every time.

But Wen Lingyuan was still in the attic of the Dust-weary Sect, so it was impossible for him to come here.

Thinking of Wen Lingyuan, the longing in Yan Liang's heart was almost overflowing, so many things had happened outside in just half a month, and now he just wanted to return to Wen Lingyuan as soon as possible to get rid of these things Tell him and never be separated from him again.

But it's not just Hall Master and Nan Qing who are so powerful and strong, maybe they have a way to let him see Wen Lingyuan from a distance, or talk to Wen Lingyuan?

Yan Liang got rid of the pain, and his thoughts gradually became more active. The weakness after the attack was still there. When Yan Liang got up, his face was still pale, and his body didn't have much strength, but he pushed Nan Qing after knocking on the door. When he opened the door of his room, he was still able to greet the two with a smile.

And the way he healed the scar and forgot the pain made Nan Qing and He Zhi couldn't help but wonder if their lord really had an illness last night.

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