Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"Boss, Qin Xiong is a big bastard, and he can't understand the relationship between you and him, but because he is willing to go to danger alone to protect you, it shows that he definitely has deep affection for you, and why would you do it because of it?" He has no impression of you after a heavy blow? Unless he subconsciously wants to forget you." Qin Xiong finally replied nervously.

"Want to forget me subconsciously?" Yan Qiaotian looked up at Qin Xiong suspiciously and said, "You mean, he doesn't want to remember me anymore?"

"Boss, in fact, if you are ruthless to him, there is nothing wrong with this ending. He has forgotten you, and he will not be tortured by feelings in the future." Qin Xiong nodded firmly.

"Ruthless?" Yan Qiaotian lowered his head as he spoke, and couldn't help but hum in his heart: If it were ruthless, how could he be so heartbroken?

"Go back to sleep, it will be dawn in a few more hours." Yan Qiaotian murmured while looking at the night.

"The leader also rests earlier, Qingyun Society may have a fierce battle waiting for the leader." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he turned and walked into the house.

Yan Qiaotian's complexion was heavy, he knew that he would not be able to fall asleep again this night, after all, he couldn't let go of the huge stone that was pressing on his heart no matter what.

"Why do you have to leave me at this time?" Yan Qiaotian looked at the brightest star in the night sky, but her mind had already wandered elsewhere.

Where are you?what are you doing?Are you hugging the hustle and bustle and not thinking about leaving?

Like Yan Qiaotian, Wu Fuqian couldn't sleep. He brought the hustle and bustle back to Parallel Mountain. This is where all the memories of him and the hustle and bustle reside. Only here can he feel that his heart is closer to the hustle and bustle.

Originally, after nightfall, he and Hustle should be doing some pleasant things, but he couldn't get excited. Seeing Hustle lying alluring on the bed, his mood was so peaceful. In the end, he had to Don't lie to Chen Xiao, because I am too tired, so I have no interest. Fortunately, Chen Xiao is very obedient, as long as I snuggle into his arms, I can sleep peacefully.

After Chen Xiao fell asleep, Wu Fuqian came to the courtyard. This is the small nest he built when he and Chen Xiao lived here in seclusion. Bring some necessities up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, so living here can be regarded as having enough food and clothing.

Wu Fuqian wrapped his clothes tightly. The temperature on the mountain was much colder than that at the bottom, so he had to wear cotton clothes to go out of the house.

There is a long table and a few bamboo chairs in twos and twos in the yard.

Wu Fuqian looked at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart for no reason. He sat down on the bamboo chair in confusion, and then raised his hand to touch the back of his head. The injury was too severe, and there was still a big lump there, and it still felt a little painful to the touch.

"It's really strange, it's already healed, why does it still hurt?" Wu Fuqian said to himself.

He put down his hands helplessly, sighed and looked at the mountains in the distance. There are mountains of all sizes around the parallel mountains. At first glance, it looks like a deep consciousness, which makes people sink if they are not careful.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so depressed after leaving the desert? Why?" After Wu Fuqian finished speaking, he felt a heavy stabbing in his chest.

He bent down in pain, and suddenly a drop of teardrop fell on his feet from the corner of his eye. He stretched out his hand to touch it in surprise, and sure enough, a trace of coldness flowed from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart, which aggravated the original pain a lot.

"What's wrong with me?" He supported his body with his hands, and the unforgettable pain seemed to engulf him.

Suddenly, a fragmented scene flashed through his mind, and the dream-like scene made him overwhelmed. Following the flashing scene was an unusually familiar voice: "My name is Xiao Lang... My name is Xiao Lang... My name is Xiao Lang... Xiao Lang..."

"Xiao Lang...Xiao Lang..." Wu Fuqian's head also began to ache, especially when he kept repeating Xiao Lang, the pain was even worse.

Wu Fuqian let out a terrifying roar, waking up the sleeping Chen Xiao. He turned over and got out of bed, and ran outside the house without putting on his coat.

Wu Fuqian curled up on the ground because of the pain, holding his head in his hands, panting heavily.

Chen Xiao stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, and asked nervously, "What's wrong, what's going on?"

Wu Fuqian murmured: "It hurts..."

Chen Xiao didn't know what to do, so he could only hold him tightly in his arms, and kept repeating: "It's okay, it's okay."

When the sky was shining brightly, Wu Fuqian finally calmed down. He moved uncomfortably in Chen Xiao's arms. Then Chen Xiao let him go and asked with concern, "How is it? Does it still hurt?"

Wu Fugan struggled to get up, brushed the dust off his body, and said with a smile, "It's all right."

"You scared me to death just now." Chen Xiao threw himself into his arms regardless, wrapped his arms around his waist, and choked up.

Wu Fugan stroked his head dotingly, and said softly: "Fool, it's okay, it's probably because of the cold, so the bag behind his head hurts a bit, if you want to keep warm, it should be better."

"The weather is so cold now, what are you doing out of the house for no reason? If this happens again in the future, I won't be happy." Chen Xiao raised his head and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, never again." After Wu Fuqian finished speaking, he hugged Chen Xiao with his back, and said softly, "In a few days, let's go to the hot spring in the back mountain to take a dip, maybe it will be all right."

"Okay." Dust screamed happily, "I've wanted to go a long time ago."

Wu Fuqian didn't speak, just hugged him in his arms, countless Xiaolang flashed in his heart, and that time when he fell into the abyss, when he woke up, what Yan Qiaotian said to him: "I am Yan Qiao God, it's Xiao Lang."

Xiao Lang!Xiaolang!He suddenly became more interested in what role this young man played in his life.

"Chen Xiao, have you ever heard of the name Xiao Lang?" Wu Fuqian asked suddenly, Chen Xiao's body stiffened for no reason, and he let go of his embrace after a long time, raised his melancholy eyes and looked at Wu Fuqian and asked: " Why do you think of Xiao Lang?"

Wu Fuqian let go of the hustle and bustle, and shook his head while saying: "I don't know, but when I woke up from a deep sleep, that Yan Qiaotian once told me that he was Xiao Lang, but I didn't remember this at all. People, and why did I set up the Fenglei Gang? I don’t remember at all.”

Chen Xiao's eyes sank, and he snorted softly, "You want to set up the Fenglei Gang just to kill Yan Qiaotian, and Xiao Lang is a person who once attacked you, you hate him to the bone."

"Yan Qiaotian is the one who attacked me?"

"That's right, so in this life you not only have to kill to avenge your mother, but also kill him to avenge yourself."