The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

The raging flames dyed the sky red.

A Feng was dressed in a thin coat, standing in the middle of the ruins in a daze, all he could see were burning ruins, the fiery breath rushed towards his face, almost drying him out, he wanted to retreat, but there was no way out retreat.

The screams of Jie Jie were extremely ear-piercing, and twisted and terrifying figures like ghosts were reflected in the scorching flames. Some were holding sharp axes, and some were tearing open long whips. With distorted faces grinning together, they approached him step by step.

"I don't have Shenyu." For some reason, he spit out this sentence.

But the movements of those figures did not stop. Instead, when they heard the word "Shenyu", their ferocious faces seemed to have been poured with hot oil, and the flames danced and changed several times, consolidating into grim faces. .

"Shenyu, Shenyu!" They were as crazy as offering sacrifices to ancient evil gods. They stretched their arms high, threw the sacrificial wine into the air excitedly, and shouted: "Shenyu, let's break his belly and tear out his heart and liver. Find the divine jade!"

"Hey, with Shenyu, my sect must be the number one sect in the world!"

"Then I will be the current sword fairy!"

"Became a god! I'm going to become a god!"

......

"I don't have Shenyu, I said I don't!" Afeng shouted in panic, backing away in fear.

But no one paid any attention to his justification, someone grabbed his wrist, a chain made of black iron wrapped around his neck, and nails as long as bamboo chopsticks were driven into his wrist hard, causing him a sharp pain and blood gurgling out.

"Where is the divine jade! Hand over the divine jade!"

The severe pain aroused rebellion, and a wave of anger rose in his heart in vain. Regardless of the severe pain of the torn tendon in his hand, he shook the iron chains hanging on the flesh and blood, and roared fiercely: "I said it a long time ago, I No!"

The surrounding fields were suddenly silent, and the air became thin and suffocating due to the burning of the fire.

The ghost-like figure waved a flame, flew across the flat ground and quickly moved in front of him, grabbed his collar, and said in a gloomy voice, like a dagger covered in blood:

"No, you have."

Afeng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, the surroundings were silent and dark, the dream just now made him feel lingering fear, he shrank back suddenly, and stretched out his hand in a panic to touch the surrounding things.

A warm palm wrapped his five fingers, and someone whispered in the dark: "Why is this hand so cold?"

"My lord!" A Feng exclaimed in surprise.

He recognized that it was Ye Jue's voice, and suddenly realized that he was covered with a quilt, and the quilt smelled familiar, and this was his bed.And it was obvious that there was another person lying beside him—

"Wake up." Ye Jue said.

A Feng paused, and replied softly: "Wake up."

His head was in a mess. It was unknown whether this dream had ever existed or was an illusion. It seemed to be a switch that turned on a certain memory in the depths of his mind. That roar was from himself, but it was obviously not from him.

During the struggle, the only cover was lifted, and a cold bamboo-like fragrance came over his face. It was Ye Jue who lifted the quilt, propped his head on his hands, and lay on his side behind him.

The bright and frosty moonlight shone into the room, and Ye Jue was facing the window, the moonlight traced his figure, the brocade quilt half covered his white robe, his black hair scattered randomly on his back, his face was hidden in the dark, and his expression could not be seen clearly .

A Feng was stunned for a moment, unable to distinguish between the sleeping face in the bathroom and the laziness under the moonlight, which one is more touching.

"Did you just have a nightmare?" Ye Jue asked lazily.

The boy fainted, he took him back to check, although nothing happened, he couldn't let Afeng faint, so he kept lying beside him and waited for him to wake up.

"Yeah." Afeng replied softly, "Perhaps it's the memory of being tortured."

Ye Jue let out an oh, this sentence sounds fine, but it made him inexplicably sad when he said it from A Feng's mouth.

The two fell into silence again, and the air was almost frozen. It stands to reason that Ye Jue should leave when A Feng wakes up, but——

"Afeng, I have something to tell you." Ye Jue leaned forward, his tone a bit stiff.

Afeng was suddenly completely enveloped by the coldness of the green bamboo, and the lingering aura contained a faint warmth, his reaction was a bit slow, and he nodded foolishly.

"You are in a coma today, there must be something inside. I'm afraid your body has toxins that haven't been cleared, and the poisons are strong. You must use special elixir to get rid of them." Ye Jue rubbed his fingers and said tactfully:

"But get rid of this, let it go, let it be..."

Ye Jue realized that the path of euphemism could not go on, so he simply broke the jar and said, "I have to take off your clothes and put my hand on your chest to check."

After finishing speaking in one breath, his eyes looked at Afeng unnaturally.

Calling people a fool every day, but a fool should also know that the inner garment is a secret place, not to mention sticking the tip of his finger on it, he is simply... a hooligan!

So after he finished speaking, his eyes unnaturally fell on the little fool, whose pupils looked particularly black and bright under the moonlight, like an innocent little beast.Ye Jue's heart trembled slightly, secretly blaming himself for what he shouldn't have said.

Unexpectedly, Afeng blinked, then stretched out his hand from the quilt to pull the collar.

Ye Jue was caught off guard: "You... what are you doing?"

"Didn't your lord mean to let me take off my clothes?" A Feng raised his head in doubt.

Ye Jue: "..."

"Well, that's true."

A Feng lowered his head, obediently went to untie his shirt, but his hand froze when he touched the skirt, and he suddenly realized that the belt of his skirt was untied.

"Cough." Ye Jue coughed heavily again to cover up his embarrassment. Who would have thought that this kid would wake up suddenly when his clothes were half undone?

Afeng didn't ask any further questions, and continued to untie his clothes, and opened his clothes, revealing a body with intertwined scars. After days of soaking and nourishing in medicinal baths, the scars have faded, leaving only purple lumpy spots like burn marks. Ye Jue stretched out his hand, finger pulp Gently press on the one with the deepest marks.

Having experienced all kinds of embarrassment before, Ye Jue had expected that this time it would be embarrassing. However, when his fingers brushed over the delicate flesh and touched the uneven Xue Jia, his heart was calm and heavy.

When Ye Jue inserted his spiritual consciousness into the wound, within a few breaths, the sea of ​​consciousness shook suddenly, and a strange tingling sensation climbed up his fingertips and rushed straight to the heart and lungs. He quickly circulated his spiritual power, and the toxin was quickly pushed out of his body , turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated in the void.

It is zombie grass.

"You are fine for the time being." Ye Jue said to A Feng weakly.

But his heart was as uncomfortable as a lead weight, and he was so sore that he could hardly breathe. He got up and was about to leave the bedroom with a lot of worries, when Afeng grabbed his robe.

"My lord, how serious is the toxin in my body?"

Ye Jue forced a smile and patted the top of his head: "It's okay, just a little poisonous weed. I'll open another pair of spiritual herb some other day, and you will be cured after taking it."

After finishing these words, A Feng still held the corner of his clothes with his hands and did not intend to let go, and replied softly: "My lord, I am not stupid."

Ye Jue: "..."

Afeng said again: "Just like the continuation of Master's disciple's storybook, Master did not become a white rabbit at all."

Ye Jue was surprised: "How do you know? Have you read this kind of script?" Or the recovery of memory, together with the recovery of the understanding of the world?

"No, Ah Xue bought the same style, and read it to me in my spare time." A Feng replied obediently.

"..."

Ye Jue raised his forehead.

"Your condition is indeed not good, but don't worry, you are my little brother, so I will protect you to the end." He told the truth, then changed the subject:

"Take a message to the little monsters. Those who read such scripts should go to the window to dry."

"Yes, my lord."