What did I do before I lost my memory?

As soon as the master gave an order, the two disciples who were closest to him immediately drew out their sabers, attacking the bamboo gorge like a broken bamboo.

The horns of the dragon on the side are shining brightly on the head, and they can still enjoy the treatment of the elder's hug. That's because he is the elder brother on the island, and Zhujian, a broken sword of unknown origin, dares to hold it in the palm of his hand. The door is not rude, and the handicap is light.

Yao Lian was already mentally prepared to see the blood splatter three feet in the bamboo stream, but he saw that this man flipped his hands and shot out a sword aura, and then flexibly leaned back and sideways slightly, and unexpectedly just dodged the disciples' first attack. Then he jumped a foot away with his strength.

Although Zhujian only dodged a move, but for the two top ten disciples on Junhu Island, it is a great shame that they have not even encountered such a three-legged cat breaking the sword coat after serious sword moves .

Zhujian smiled complacently, and was still provoking his disciple with his five fingers. At this moment, from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Guanyue's slender eyebrows, and secretly reached out to hold the saber at her waist, obviously planning to do it himself. .Zhu Jian knew that this was definitely not an opponent he could match, but he showed no fear on his face, and even managed to provoke a gloating smile at Yao Lian, and sarcastically said: "Go and play by yourself, I will not accompany you gone."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Jian's entire body suddenly disappeared, so fast that everyone was startled.While the surrounding disciples were looking around, Yao Niang caught a glimpse of a white air ball in the shape of a small sword circling in mid-air, and then quickly flew towards the entrance of the main hall.

Zhujian lied to him that he could only transform into an ordinary sword weapon, and that he didn't know what his body was.Yao Nian's pupils shrank slightly, secretly annoyed at his credulity.The power of the sword energy is also concealed. Besides, there must be many things he doesn't know...

Guanyue naturally didn't let go of this handful of white qi, which was only the size of a palm. She pointed at the imprisoning spell and hit it, but found that the white qi continued to move forward without any hindrance.

"Grab it!" She angrily took back the half-unsheathed Huo Lin sword, and the two disciples who had been slapped in the face immediately took the order, turned around and quickly chased after the sword energy.

After the traces of Bai Qi completely disappeared, Wanyue turned her eyes back to Yao Niang, who had already passed out in the arms of Elder Zuo, his face was pale and there was no trace of blood, only a little bit of blood choked out from the pain in the corner of his lips .

She waved her sleeves helplessly, and said cruelly, "Go down."

In fact, as early as the moment Zhu Jian's body disappeared, Yao Lian "fainted" away, otherwise he would be the target of everyone's criticism once Zhu Jian left. Go to the water prison where he should go for Zhujian.

But after being sent to the Cicada Hall, Yao Lian really lost consciousness completely the moment he touched the bed, and passed out.

I don't know how many days I slept in this sleep, and when I woke up again, Yao Lian didn't know what night it was and where he was, and the room was so quiet that he felt lucky, and slowly touched himself forehead.

The cold touch told him that everything happened for real—he grew dragon horns in the hall, in front of the master, and in front of the eyes of his junior and younger siblings, his pupils changed color, and his hair grew suddenly.

The burning sensation in the abdomen has lightened a lot, but the joints and bones are still sore.Yao Lian sat up slowly, he didn't get out of bed in a hurry, but leaned against the corner of the bed and quietly looked at the Xiaoxiao winter scene outside the window.

The Cicada Music Hall is extremely noisy in summer, with countless birds and insects making noise before dawn, and refusing to stop at night, counting the entire Junhu Island, only the good-tempered Uncle Chen Shuo can take out one "Le" word.In winter, the place is much quieter, except for sparrows that occasionally pass by the window eaves, there is no sound other than the sound of the wind.

In the few days after waking up, no one visited the Cicada Music Hall, which is equivalent to a forbidden palace in disguise, as if everyone had forgotten that there is still a senior sect closed here.Yao Lian knew that this must be Master Guanyue's order to not allow anyone to approach this place, otherwise, no matter what attitudes the third and fourth children have, as for the second junior brother Yaozheng, if it was not expressly prohibited, he must have wanted to Visiting with great fanfare, and then mocking Yao Niang viciously.

Yao Lian wanted to take this opportunity to sort out the context of the matter, to see what went wrong and what to do next, but what he didn't expect was that the two extra branches on the top of his head itched him every day. No peace.

During the day, he could still manage to support himself by diverting his attention, but in the dead of night, the joint between the dragon's horn and his skin was extremely itchy, and he was so annoyed that he wished he could break it off.

On another day, when Yao Lian slightly lowered his head to compare with the bronze mirror, thinking how to cut off the pair of dragon horns would be more convenient, his heart skipped a beat.

This is a kind of mysterious premonition, without any warning or direction, it comes abruptly, but it cannot be ignored.

Yao Lian looked back at the bed in doubt, and then looked around at the empty walls. After a long time, he pretended to be very sure and whispered: "Come out."

As soon as the words fell, a person sat on the side of the bronze mirror table, Zhu Jian bent down, smiled at the dragon horns on the top of Yao Lian's head, and said, "Immortal Yao Lian, what a beautiful pair of deer antlers."

Sure enough, it was him, Yao Lian raised his head, and met a pair of black eyes that were close at hand.The slender eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the pair of clear eyes, and in the eyes was the silver-haired him.

Yao Lian stared at Zhu Jian for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head to ignore him, how could Zhu Jian allow Yao Lian to turn a blind eye to him, he stretched out his hand and pinched Yao Lian's jaw to force him to face himself, "You Those golden eyes are nice, I really like them."

"How about sending you off?" Yao Niang only felt that the two fingers on his face were tight like iron hoops, pinching him so tightly that he couldn't move, Zhujian saw that he was still interested in rebelling against himself, and was not overwhelmed by the contrast of being a prisoner once , so he laughed even more happily, "That's really great."

"Let me go." Seeing that Zhu Jian was pinching tighter and tighter, Yao Yao stretched out his hand to grab Zhu Jian's wrist, the sharp nails immediately left two red marks on it, Zhu Jian turned his gaze to the long and pointed nails , the interest in his eyes grew stronger.

After finally being free, Yao Lian couldn't help rubbing his painful cheeks with his fingertips. In the bronze mirror, a clear red mark appeared on the place where the bamboo stream had been pinched. He could only say in a bad tone: "What are you doing back here?"

Zhu Jian took two steps towards the window, then turned around suddenly and raised his hand to wave a sword aura, Yao Lian has no mana now, there is no way to avoid the momentary attack facing Zhu Jian, he can only let the sword aura pass across his throat, Cut a small bloodstain.

With a bang, the sword energy hit the wall, leaving a deep hole.

"The outside world is full of annoying people chasing and killing me. Why do I risk my life to come back here? Don't you understand?" Zhu Jian is very satisfied with the current situation. Thinking, he can easily kill Yao Lian, and it is not much more troublesome than crushing an ant.

But Zhujian didn't want to end this grievance so simply. He had tossed and fought like a dead man in the past, he was fixed and silenced. Trembling, he wanted to bow his knees.

Thinking of the picture of Yao Lian being reluctant and obedient, Zhu Jian felt extremely refreshed. Thinking of this, he excitedly turned around and grabbed Yao Lian's neck, "Please!"

"You want to kill me?" Yao Yao still spoke unhurriedly when his throat was choked, but his voice changed slightly, "How many people do you think are guarding outside? As long as my voice...is a little louder...they..."

"Then you can see whether it's me who is quicker, or they are quicker to save you!" Zhu Jian is like a textbook, and he will dare to fight you to the death if you threaten him. Taking a deep breath with difficulty, Lingluo changed his way and said, "You can't kill me...don't you want to know who insulted you back then?"

"Huh?" Zhujian stepped into the bright trap that he didn't even bother to decorate with leaves.

"Loose...hands..." Because of suffocation, Yao Niang deeply embedded his sharp nails into Zhu Jian's forearm, the latter snorted lightly, and flicked casually after withdrawing his strength, the blood hole disappeared instantly.

After coughing unbearably, Yao Yao leaned on the table and quickly explained: "You heard it too, I may be a disciple of Junhu Island, or I may be the dragon demon who seized the house. Can you know who did that to you? who?"

"Does it matter who is it? Anyway, it's your body that did the thing." Zhu Jian snatched the chair Yao Niang was sitting on, crossed his legs and then moved his hands, like a gentleman waiting for a maid to wash his feet.

The little girl frowned, and wanted to say something to save her life, but at this moment, a strange itching suddenly appeared on the top of her head, and Yao Lian leaned against the table with a hiss, holding her forehead in pain, he dared not go Scratching his scalp vigorously, because the skin near the newly grown dragon horns is very sensitive and fragile, just touching it will make him shudder.

Zhu Jian lazily raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

"What's wrong!" Zhu Jian's tone increased, the arrogant arrogance of the villain could not be suppressed at all, Yao Lian sighed quietly, and could only truthfully say: "The horns are uncomfortable..."

"Oh, velvet antler." Zhu Jian was really interested in Yao Lian's dragon horn, and the first sentence he said was about it when he first appeared. Top, "Think heavy?"

"It's not...very itchy." Yao Niang didn't dislike Zhu Jian's touch, and he didn't know what horns meant to the Dragon Clan, and whether they could be touched casually by others, anyway, there were only him and Zhu Jian here. People, the other party is still thinking about his life, so it's not a loss to trade horns for a while.

"Itch? Where is it itching?" As he spoke, Zhu Jian roughly brushed away the long hair on the top of Yao Niang's head, and Yao Niang stepped on his boot in pain, "Can you be more gentle!"

"...You—" Zhu Jian's eyes widened, and when he was about to get angry, Yao Yao bowed slightly, and put the white dragon's horn on his cheek, "Itching where it connects with the skin."

"..."

Yao Yao waited for a while, but did not hear Zhu Jian's voice, nor did he see any movement, Yao Yao thought that he should have seen it clearly after so long, and then asked Cun Xu to raise his head, but Zhu Jian raised his head at this moment. On the right hand, the flexible fingertips gently touched the scalp, bringing a refreshing coolness.

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Jianjian: 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi!I am going to kill you--

Lian Mian: ... (showing off the dragon horn

Jian Jian: ...

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