Even the devil will cry after losing his memory

Yan Liang listened to her heartbeat, her right hand was still pinching the saint's wrist in a blocking posture, but her gaze was involuntarily placed on the stone platform raised from the ground.

The stone platform is empty.

The stone platform looks like a tray, but the hollow is empty, it seems that there should be some treasures, but now it is gone.

Yan Liang was stunned, and asked: "Where are the things?"

The saint was silent, but his eyes did not show disappointment. Yan Liang quickly realized that this should be what the saint had expected, and then he saw the saint slowly approaching him, and stretched out his arms to him. hands.Yan Liang was instinctively on guard. Seeing the saint approaching, the first action he made was to dodge, but the saint's movements were too fast, and his movements were too slow, so he couldn't form a struggle at all, and he was already led by the saint. He came to the front of the stone platform.

Yanliang was confused when he heard the saint say "sorry" in a low tone, and before he could make a sound, he felt a pain in his fingertips, where the saint cut his finger with something, and then The saint pinched his finger and turned it over, and a drop of blood dripped down from the pulp of his finger. It seemed that some formation was touched on the stone platform, and the golden lines on the stone platform gradually appeared.

Yan Liang stared at the lines with surprise on his face, and didn't even notice that the saint stopped the blood for him immediately after letting go of his hand, and made him heal instantly.

The movement on the stone platform continued. After the golden lines emerged, those lines stretched out along the blood-stained area. The power seemed to be completely stimulated by the drop of blood, and then spread to the entire stone platform including the bottom Those pillars, those golden lights sway and float like an illusory scroll in the air. In the painting, there are several people drinking, laughing and talking under the tree on the top of the mountain.Yan Liang couldn't tell who was who in the painting, and he had never seen such a scene before, but he could feel the faintly familiar power coming from the stone platform. The cover slowly cracked from the center, finally revealing the mechanism inside.

It was only now that Yanliang realized that those things in front of him were not real traps, they were just the keys for people to find the traps, and the real traps were actually this stone platform, and it was his blood that could really open the traps .

That's why the saint insisted on bringing himself at such a time?

Because only his blood can open this mechanism?

Yan Liangguang knows that he is the Lord of Evil Ways, but now it seems that after this double identity, he still has a life experience that no one else knows about, and this life experience is related to this deserted island, it is related to the Lingzhu of the Four Seas, and there is even a possibility It is also related to the formation at the back of Tianwen Mountain.

But his daze only lasted for a moment, and then he set his sights on the opened stone platform.

The inside of Shitai's mechanism is actually...empty.

nothing.

Yan Liang carefully identified the place where things were supposed to be hidden. There was a delicate hole in the stone platform, which looked about half the size of a fist, and it was clearly in the shape of a bead.It didn't take too much effort to guess, it was easy to see that what was originally hidden should be the Four Seas Spirit Orb that He Zhi once said could help restore the formation at the back of Tianwen Mountain.

But now this spirit bead is gone, where did it go?

Yanliang knew that the holy man came here to find the spirit bead, he used one bead, so what about the remaining bead?

He looked at the saint standing next to him. The saint lowered his eyes and couldn't distinguish his thoughts. He never had too many emotions, as if those emotions outside his body would interfere with his practice and make him unable to meditate quietly. Now I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yanliang can clearly see the dark emotions hidden in the eyes behind the man's mask, almost like a storm gathering.

Yan Liang murmured and asked, "Holy one?"

The saint suddenly turned his head, grabbed Yanliang and walked out.

It was the first time for Yanliang to be treated like this, this time the strength of the saint was stronger than before, Yanliang was not used to it, and he started to struggle after being led for a long distance: "Saint, let me go first!"

However, his struggle was really insignificant here, he couldn't break free from the saint's grip at all, instead, he staggered and nearly fell because of this.Fortunately, the saint finally slowed down, and it seemed that he had regained the former saint at this moment, and whispered to Yan Liang: "Sorry, but I think since we can't find the spirit beads here, we will There's no need to stay here any longer."

Hearing his polite tone, Yan Liang forgave him a little bit for his actions just now, but still asked in puzzlement, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The saint looked back at the courtyard he just walked out of, and said, "Because this is a cursed place, we can't stay here for long."

When he said that, Yan Liang was terrified, and immediately stopped asking, and said quickly: "Then let's go."

He was interrupted by the saint, and now he doesn't quite remember the complicated emotions just now. He just feels that the scene in front of him makes him uncomfortable. It seems that if he looks at it again, he will be unable to breathe. It might be a lot better.

After it was settled, the saint took Yan Liang back to the place where they stopped the boat just now, the rented boat had been waiting there, and now seeing the two of them coming back, the boatman immediately drove the boat in the direction it came from. Go, it didn't take long for the island to blur in their sight, and then disappeared in the mist.

Yanliang's seasickness still hasn't eased, as long as he stays on the boat, the dizzy feeling will always follow him. He stays on the boat in a daze for an unknown amount of time, waiting for the saint to wake him up , he realized that his head was actually resting on the body of the saint.

Noticing this, Yan Liang immediately sat up straight and distanced himself from the other party.He is actually very concerned about the physical contact with others. Except for Wen Lingyuan, he has never been able to get used to contacting anyone, but now I don't know why he has not aroused his sensitivity when he has been in contact with the saint several times. This is really weird matter.

After Yan Liang let go of the saint, he quickly left the cabin and returned to the shore again.

He felt that the air became more comfortable, and the oppressive feeling that had been lingering in his heart before also disappeared.

But what he couldn't understand was that he had clearly left the island that weighed heavily on his heart, but for some reason, Yanliang felt as if he was lost in his heart, as if he had lost something.

He turned his head and couldn't see the trace of the island from the sea, only saw the saint who was also getting off the boat.

The saint was still dressed in white, and when he stepped off the bow, his clothes fluttered like clouds, so holy that it was unbearable to be profane.

Yan Liang thought that he is now an evil deity, dressed in red clothes and black robes dressed up by Nan Qing and others, probably no matter how he looks like an out-and-out villain, and his image is as good as this fairy The saints walking together, I am afraid they are also very conspicuous.

The two stood on the shore, Yan Liang's physique was very strange, as long as he was on the boat, he would get seasick, but after leaving the boat, it seemed that all the symptoms disappeared immediately, and he didn't feel any discomfort.After refreshing, Yanliang asked the saint where he should go next, and the saint took Yanliang back to the inn again, and locked himself in the room again after entering the room.

And Yan Liang stayed alone in the lobby to eat, and met the famous waiter again during the process. The waiter probably didn't expect to see Yan Liang and the others again so soon, after a warm greeting, he chatted with Yan Liang for a long time before finally Turn around to go about your own business.

Yan Liang was talking to the waiter in the famous store with complicated emotions, and when he saw the other party leaving, he was about to stop him and ask him more about his past, but just as he opened his mouth, he felt a slight tightness in his chest, and the familiar pain reappeared.

This is how it felt the last time the bone pain hit.

After realizing this, Yan Liang didn't dare to stay in the lobby any longer. He wasn't sure if his bone pain was about to flare up again, but if it flared up, he couldn't control it at all, and it would be ugly Crying and fussing, if people watch her, I'm afraid my face will be lost.

He got up immediately, and didn't care that he hadn't finished eating the things on the table, and immediately went upstairs to his room while holding on to the railing.

After returning to the room, Yan Liang almost just closed the door, and immediately felt the pain that was originally only in his chest spread to his whole body with the momentary blankness of his mind.

The pain as if being pricked all over his body struck again violently, Yan Liang bit his lip tightly but still couldn't prevent a trace of cum from leaking out, he couldn't stand still and couldn't get to the bed in time, his legs were limp Slowly slipping down against the door like this.Those pains were no strangers to him, but no matter how many times he had experienced and suffered, he felt that he would never be able to adapt to such pain.

He tried his best not to yell out, Yanliang sat still and wrestled with the pain, but he could not hold back the yelling, but he could not hold back the tears, as his lips were bitten white and oozing There was blood, and his tears seemed to be uncontrollable, sliding down his cheeks in a rustle.

Yan Liang felt that he would never be able to understand what he was thinking back then, what kind of hatred was there to be so anxious to take revenge, and even tormented himself into his current appearance for this reason.This kind of long-term pain is really too unbearable. Since the last attack, Yan Liang feels lingering fear every day when he thinks about the scene at that time, and the second attack makes him feel deeply hopeless.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of Wen Lingyuan.He had at least Nan Qing and He Zhi by his side when he had the attack last time, but now he has nothing.

He missed Wen Lingyuan so much, even if he could hear his voice, even if he couldn't meet him.

Thinking about these things, Yan Liang has become a little confused now, he just feels pain and cold, and feels that even the courage to hold on seems to be about to disappear.

But in this haze, he actually felt that he really heard Wen Lingyuan's voice, he heard Wen Lingyuan calling him.

But why is Wen Lingyuan here?

Yan Liang regained consciousness a little bit, and then he felt that someone was beating on the door behind him, Yan Liang didn't have the strength to get up to open the door or respond to that person, so he could only forcefully move his body to get out of the way, At least allow the other party to open the door from the outside.

Almost at the same time when Yan Liang stepped aside, the door had already been pushed open from the outside, and then Yan Liang vaguely saw that snow-white figure coming in front of him, leaned over to hug him, and pressed his palm against his back back, sending a warm current into his body.

He felt that he seemed to be better, and at the same time he heard the voice of the saint calling himself, his tone was nervous that Yan Liang had never heard before, he called himself: "Ah Liang."