Junior Brother, please wake up

Now that he knew the truth, Jian Yang forgave Lin Xuanhe's concealment in his heart, and knew that he didn't want to tell him that it must be for his own sake.

But

He was still serious, and solemnly said to Lin Xuanhe: "Don't hide it from me next time, have you ever thought about it, the more you push me out of the truth, the more you hide it from me, in fact, for me It’s not such a good thing to say, you’ve seen it too, haven’t you?”

Lin Xuanhe sighed helplessly. Jian Yang's face was white and tender, and he usually looked unscrupulous, but when he was serious, he showed a serious energy. In other words, this person was stubborn very.

"Okay." He replied, as long as he faced Jian Yang, he was always soft-hearted.

Jian Yang then told Lin Xuanhe about his encounter with Qi Yang. Judging from Lin Xuanhe's current status, this matter couldn't be easier, just declare his will and take him away.

But Jian Yang shook his head: "It can be saved for a while, but it can't be saved forever. Maybe it's not a good thing for us to save them. Only by saving ourselves can we really save ourselves."

Lin Xuanhe likes Jian Yang's natural word "we", so he doesn't care about it so much, it can be said that Jian Yang is happy.

In the end, Lin Xuanhe turned into a little fat bird and squatted on Jian Yang's shoulder.

Jian Yang has always wanted to ask: "Why is your incarnation a bird?"

Lin Xuanhe answered him with his thoughts: "It's Phoenix."

"Is this what Phoenix looks like?" Jian Yang's voice was a little smiley, he looked at Lin Xuan and this chubby little lump.

"Otherwise?" Lin Xuanhe said, "Stop reading the scripts."

Jian Yang: "..."

This is obviously not the fault of the script, if you don’t believe me, you can ask others, even the TV series are not acted like this.

In the end, he gave up arguing with Fat Bird, because he waited until Wen Feng came in, Jian Yang was almost sure that Wen Feng did not lose his memory.

Wen Feng was also taken aback when he saw Jian Yang, but he reacted quickly. Although he looked like a young man, he said gracefully: "Thank you for saving Qi Yang, this kindness will be engraved in my heart."

Jian Yang said: "Don't dare to do it. It's just a matter of raising your hands, and you don't need to do things like promises with your body, and you don't need to be a cow or a horse in the world. It's better to pay a huge sum of money."

Wen Feng: "..."

This is really simple Yang

"That's natural." If Wen Feng hadn't cultivated well, he might not be able to maintain his composed smile at this moment.

Jian Yang informed Qi Yang of the symptoms of poisoning, and he was sure that even if Wen Feng is not a child but the real Wen Feng's soul, Qi Yang cannot be saved.

But he stepped back, leaving the two of them alone.

Lin Xuanhe squatted on Jian Yang's shoulder, and Jian Yang stroked his hair: "Go out for a stroll?"

Lin Xuanhe asked, "Aren't you going to stay and take a look?"

Jian Yang retorted: "We finally met, why waste time on them."

What he said was very righteous, and it can be said that he was very willful, but Lin Xuanhe felt a little happy, although he didn't show his emotions.

Then Jian Yang started eating and drinking, watching everyone in a state of anxiety.

Qi Yang's poison could not be cured, and it became more and more serious.

When Wen Feng came to see him, Qi Yang was still sleeping, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Qi Yang's face quietly, as if afraid of disturbing Qi Yang's rest.

Qi Yang has lost weight, a lot, Wen Feng frowned distressedly, looking at the person lying on the bed, he must make Qi Yang lose his memory, he must control Qi Yang from practicing spells, once Qi Yang remembers, will he kill him? own.

In reality, although Qi Yang has always shown a calm appearance, Wen Feng knows that he will not live long. He has been weak and sick since he was a child, and often suffers from strange diseases. Damn it.

Even if the two of them left the Demon Realm and went to the Cultivation Realm, their lives depended entirely on the fairy grass. Even so, his body would run out of oil lamps and come to an end.

When Qi Yang was about to come to the Magic Lotus Illusion, Wen Feng knew what he was going to do, but it wasn't worth it at all, he should have died long ago, and Qi Yang has sacrificed so much for himself in his life, why did he still have to be punished by himself in the end? drag.

He has never been so sober in his life as he is now, he will let Qi Yang kill himself.

As if there was a sense, Qi Yang's eyelids moved, he opened his eyes, eyes full of defense and vigilance, Wen Feng hurriedly said: "It's me."

Qi Yang was taken aback for a moment, but he regained his composure, and put away his fierce look: "Xiaofeng?"

"Well, how are you, are you still uncomfortable?"

Qi Yang shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable."

Wen Feng picked up the medicine on the side and wanted to feed it to Qi Yang: "I cooked medicine for you to cure the poison, drink some."

Normally, Qi Yang would definitely drink it without hesitation, but today he showed a more uncomfortable expression: "Xiaofeng, it would be good if you called Master Jane for me."

Wen Feng's movements paused, and he looked at Qi Yang, but saw that the person kept his head down, the blue color in his eyes, and his somewhat pale and thin body, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Okay, drink the medicine first. gone."

Qi Yang shook his head: "Call Master Jane first."

Wen Feng suddenly asked as if feeling something: "Qi Yang, why don't you look at me?"

Qi Yang lowered his head and said, "Because I don't want to drink medicine for the time being."

Wen Feng didn't believe this reason, he had a bad premonition in his heart, he put down the medicine bowl with some fear, then stretched out tremblingly and shook it in front of Qi Yang's face.

There was no response, those eyes looked over unfocused, with a calm expression on his face.

It was rare for him not to control his emotions and breathing, but he was captured by Qi Yang in just a moment. He stretched out his hand in response, and just grabbed Wen Feng's hand that hadn't been retracted. At this moment, Qi Yang knew that he didn't have to hide it.

"Drink the medicine." Wen Feng withdrew his hand, and continued with what he had just done with a calm face, except for the trembling voice that exposed him.

"I, drink it yourself." Qi Yang stretched out his hand and tried to feel in the air, but Wen Feng dodged it.

"I will cure you." Wen Feng comforted him

There is a rule in this magic lotus illusion. The power of the inner demon can not be touched just by killing a person. The inner demon must be annihilated when it is aroused.

He knew that Qi Yang's inner demon was himself, but he didn't know how to successfully stimulate Qi Yang's inner demon. Looking at it now, everything should not be rushed.

Qi Yang couldn't see. During this time, Jian Yang came once. Jian Yang taught Qi Yang how to pass the time. He brought Qi Yang a book that the blind can touch, but Wen Feng always refused to let Qi Yang touch it.

He didn't want Qi Yang to feel that he was blind, he chose to read, and he would sit beside Qi Yang and read a book from beginning to end.

The head of the family asked the poison sage to come back. He heard that he was still working on the antidote, but Wen Feng never planned to rely on him. Saint is obviously even more impossible.

This afternoon, Jian Yang took Lin Xuanhe to go shopping in the city, and there were still some strange things sold on the streets of Twilight City.

Flowers that can keep voices, bottles that can bounce, and boxes that can breathe, he just looks at them and doesn't buy them, which is very interesting.

Lin Xuanhe said: "If you like it, there are them in the palace."

This is not bragging. There are countless rare treasures accumulated in the national treasury over the years, and there are even more rare treasures than these.

Jian Yang said: "The most important thing is the process of only watching but not buying."

Lin Xuanhe: "..."

He began to reflect on what he had missed to develop Jian Yang's weird ideas.

Finally, when he came to a stall, Jian Yang was attracted by something. Coincidentally, this projector, well, to be precise, it should be an ingenious scroll made with some kind of magic, but the scroll The story can be shown in video.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this?" Jian Yang asked

The stall owner is a middle-aged man. Men walk around and have a lot of rare things in their hands, so the people who come to the stall on weekdays are also young people. The stall owner also has an unspeakable hobby, that is, liking men. Seeing such a crisp, stream-like voice can be said to be a shock.

After the stall owner looked over, he felt even more precious. He didn't like rough and crazy demons. Although some demons were indeed slender and handsome, they always had a bit of sensuality in their bones. Even the elegant robes couldn't cover up the dust. gas.

But the person in front of him was different. No matter how simple the clothes were, they couldn't hide the clean spirit. He was gentle and dignified, without any charm. He was the ideal type of stall owner.

The stall owner looked left and right, and saw that there was no one following Jian Yang, and although he was wearing decent clothes, he had no expensive accessories on his body. He didn't look like someone from a big devil. He covered up the evil in his eyes, deliberately Raise the price: "[-] magic coins."

"Fifty thousand" Jian Yang shook, and the little fat bird almost fell off his shoulders.

This 500 yuan is not [-] yuan. If calculated in real currency, [-] magic coins are [-] million yuan.

Just ask, who would spend 500 million to buy something that only plays movies and is not even as good as a mobile phone?

"Staller, this is not kind." Jian Yang pointed at the scroll with a smile: "Up to five hundred."

Five hundred is indeed a reasonable price, but the stall owner didn't mean that. He smiled: "It's easy to say."

He stretched out his hand to Jian Yang, implying something: "If you can promise me a request, let alone five hundred, you can give it to you for nothing."

However, before his hand touched anyone, Jian Yang hid him. At the same time, the stall owner felt that he was being stared at by an extremely vicious gaze, and he trembled all over. It was a weak prey The trembling feeling of being suddenly targeted by a wolf.

"What request?" Jian Yang raised his eyebrows, and comforted the little fat bird: "Let's hear it?"

The stall owner was a little hesitant at the moment, but he was not reconciled when the fat sheep he got ran away: "Spend the night with me?"

The author has something to say: The stall owner was a decent person during his lifetime

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