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Seeing this, Zhuang Yin gradually understood that this illusion should be the realm of memory, carrying the experiences of the owner of the realm of memory, most likely born of the remnants of the dead Ah Nian.

Thinking of Ah Nian lying in the ice coffin, he couldn't help but secretly sighed, she died in the end, but he didn't know if it was because Wen Han's treatment was ineffective.

Xie Qi, on the other hand, stood casually behind Zhuang Yin, stuck very close, with a calm expression and no interest.

Caught off guard, there was another flash of white light, but this time the light was very soft and soft, not as sharp and glaring as last time. After the white light, people were faintly visible.

The white light gradually dimmed, and after a while, it completely turned into the darkness of the night.

At the entrance of the inn, the bright moon hangs high.

The young man in purple was holding a black jade-like long sword, leaning against the tree, the upper half of his face was hidden in the darkness, the lower half of his face was exposed to the moonlight, his pale lips and starry eyes were too delicate and too compelling.

When he saw the person coming, he smiled slightly, "I didn't guarantee that there would be no side effects during the treatment. Do you want her to die more than being insane? At least I kept her awake for half a year."

Zhuang Yin thought to himself, so it was half a year later.

"Shut up!" Li Siqing's face was gloomy, with a stormy look in his eyes, he pointed his sword at him, "Give her back to me."

Wen Han raised his index finger, shook it lightly, and always kept a harmless smile, "It's not that I don't want to return her to you, but that she wants to follow me wholeheartedly. Even if I push her out, she won't be able to push her away. Ah Nian, come out."

A person turned out from behind the tree, with a delicate and pretty face, three points cute, seven points stupid.

Wen Han softened his voice and ordered: "A Nian, go to his side."

Anian twisted her clothes vigorously with both hands, looked at Wen Han and then at Li Siqing with big eyes in doubt, suddenly covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears, "A Nian doesn't want Brother Qing, Anian wants to follow Brother Zi, Ah Nian I want to listen to Brother Zi telling stories."

Wen Han's shoulders trembled slightly, and he couldn't help laughing, "Look, she insists on following me, how can there be such a tangled person like you in the world, hahahahaha. Beat her out, or give her some drug, Didn't she just obediently go with you? Of course, I know you're an upright gentleman, and I'm not willing to touch her, but if you don't do anything, I'm going to leave. "

Li Siqing was dejected, put down his sword, dropped his hands, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Wen Han sneered and said: "Ha, you are so useless." Then holding the Moyu long sword, he left without looking back, and Anian followed him foolishly.

There was a rustling sound in the wild grass, as if someone was walking slowly.

The hem of the purple clothes kept moving the tips of the grass, and the weeds scattered and gathered again. After a while, they reached the end of the weeds, and there stood an abandoned village impressively.

It was already the evening of the second day.Lujiazhuang is not far from Changyang City, which is the place where the skinners were said to have been bloodbathed.Now Lujiazhuang is a desolate place with few people and overgrown weeds, dead well rails everywhere, and collapsed walls everywhere.Only a few tramps and beggars lived there.Compared with the prosperity and comfort of Changyang City, it is really a world of difference.

It was getting dark quickly.A group of ragged people squatted in a corner.

These people were sitting around a pot, which was also tattered, and thin porridge was cooking in it, steaming upwards.There are more monks but less porridge.Suddenly they saw two decent men in bright clothes, and they all turned to stare at them with dark green eyes, like hungry wolves.

Wen Han didn't seem to notice, and walked past.Anian was a little scared, and followed Wen Han step by step, not daring to turn his head to look at them.

The two walked for a while, and chose a dilapidated house to live in.The roof of the house had almost disappeared, save for a few straws hanging from the overhanging beams.Fortunately, the wall is still intact to shelter from the wind.