Doom Talisman

That strange gaze seemed to be warning that if he continued to move forward obsessively, the wooden sword that looked plain but hidden in mystery would pierce his chest mercilessly.

Feng Yao's eyes were full of complexity, and his outstretched arms slowly dropped.Could it be that he miscalculated and He Jing didn't come back with him?But if that is the case, how can he explain the extremely different trajectory of the boy's actions from his previous life.Shouldn't the boy at this time be alone in Fengyang?

This mountain, this cave, these people, and... Feng Yao raised his hand, wanting to touch the sword that was firmly resting on his chest.Xiaojing of his family did use a sword in the past, but it was not like this.He still remembers an ancient bronze sword with aura that he bought back in the black market and gave it to the boy for self-defense. He cherishes it very much.

Before his fingers touched the blade, He Jing pushed the tip of the sword half an inch, and his voice was so cold: "Who are you?"

Feng Yao thought, like a cat with fried fur, cute.

No matter in the past or now, the person is still the same person, alive and warm, standing in front of him with all his beard and tail, and that is enough.What else does it matter?

Then a smile appeared on his face again, gentle and affectionate, and he spread his arms, quite innocent: "My name is Feng Yao, I came here as a refugee, and I don't mean any harm to you." He pointed to the light behind the young man, "It's too cold , I’ve been on the road for too long, let’s borrow a fire to roast.”

He Jing finally stopped being stared at by those unspeakable eyes, and for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not just the strength of the person in front of him that makes him feel very unpredictable, but also other things that he can't explain clearly, mixed in it makes him unable to really have the strength to stab forward with the sword.

The thought ran quickly through his mind, then disappeared.

"What, can't you?"

He Jing frowned: "Your weapon."

Feng Yao sighed, as if conniving, turned his palms over, and an exquisite pocket scimitar appeared in his hand: "This is it, should I give it to you?"

The entire body of this scimitar is about two inches long, and the curved arc is smooth and flowing, with a unique and beautiful shape.When other people saw it, they didn't think it was a "weapon" at all, but it looked like an exquisite decoration on a keychain.

Without waiting for He Jing's answer, Feng Yao stretched out his hand with a smile: "Take it, to show my sincerity, go and have a look, don't let the food get mushy."

Since he gave it, He Jing has no reason not to accept it.

"Be careful, don't hurt your hands. Although I told it, don't let it touch you." The man reminded.

He Jing held the exquisite scimitar in his hand, the handle was still warm, the blade was bright and frosty, it was indeed a peerless treasure.Listen to the man as if it wasn't a dead thing already.

weird.

After the mahogany sword was put away, everyone was no longer tense, and looked at Feng Yao and the donkey friend following him vaguely.

Donkey friends have seen what is commonly known in the world as "face changing", but they are still a little unresponsive, and when they are watched by the soldiers, their legs will become weak again.Unlike his rampant companion, he still has a more or less dependent mentality on the soldiers in his heart. At this moment, he was about to cry, and Qi Sheng confided: "There is really something wrong under the mountain, there are, there are monsters that cannibalize people."

According to what the donkey friend said, Feng Yao killed monsters and did not harm anyone.But to kill his compatriots who were human a moment ago so decisively, this person's heart is indeed cruel enough.The soldiers questioned themselves and felt that they could not do it.

The old god Feng Yao was there, he didn't care what others said or thought, he just stared at He Jing in front of him without blinking.

"What are you looking at?" He Jing was annoyed by this gaze, and couldn't feel at ease even while eating.

"Look at your delicious food." Feng Yao lowered his head and picked some firewood from the fire, with a hint of pity in his tone, "I lost all my dry food because I was saving people, and I have been hungry for two days. pause."

A pot of rice cakes was shared among six people, and the soldiers didn't feel ashamed to take more biscuits if they had one, and He Jing had a small bowl all to himself.

"My humble servant was lucky to have eaten some warm food two days ago, but after eating and sleeping in the open, there was nothing left..."

Feng Yao was serious about selling miserably, when a plastic paper cup filled with seven or eight pieces of honey rice cake appeared in front of him, and then he smiled happily: "Thank you."

As soon as he took it, he immediately picked up a piece and ate it, with a smile on his face, and praised: "It's delicious."

He Jing silently accepted his compliment.He didn't talk much at first, and he didn't want to talk to this weird person.

But Feng Yao didn't, he felt that it was too difficult for him.His family's Xiao Jing'er didn't know him anymore, but she still pointed a sword at him. Although she could understand it, she still felt uncomfortable.

No matter how sweet the rice cake was, it could only soothe a little melancholy. He couldn't help it, so he wanted to talk to people more.

"what is your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Where did you live before?"

"How did you come up to the mountains?"

"You're not wearing a coat, are you cold?"

……

Not only did he ask He Jing, but he forced himself to answer it first, and after he finished speaking, he stared anxiously, waiting for the young man to say a few words.

The few people on the side listened and watched, feeling more and more weird.

Just listening to the content is really like an act called chatting up.If Feng Yao himself was not tall, handsome and pleasing to the eye, it would be unbearable to be replaced by someone with a bald head and a big belly.

For things that don't need to be concealed, He Jing answered a few words intermittently, and kept silent if he didn't want to say anything.

Not long after, he stood up, guessing that the effect of the medicine was about the same, he walked up to a soldier, rolled up his cuffs, put two fingers on it, fixed his eyes, and released a wave of spiritual energy to wrap it around his body. affected area.

Feng Yao watched He Jing touch this and that, his temples twitched, and managed to control himself: "You... what are you doing?"

He Jing just gave him a sideways glance casually: "Can't you see?"

Feng Yao could see it, but couldn't accept it.With mixed feelings in his heart, he kept telling himself: This person doesn't know himself, this person doesn't know himself.

Damn, uncomfortable.

And that brat who looks like a baby, what's the matter with your wretched attitude of sticking your eyeballs to my little Jing'er.

Ji Cheng felt a chill for no reason, and when he turned his head, he saw the young man who claimed to have taken refuge on the mountain moved to his side, standing between him and his benefactor impartially.

Feng Yao observed these wounded soldiers, and after He Jing took some pills for some of them, he coughed and said, "You were the one who healed their injuries. Well, you are not very old, so there are so many wounds." Superb medical skills." This is what Feng Yao doubts the most so far, He Jing is a talisman master, whether he can make alchemy, can he not know?I don't know which butterfly flapped its wings. There are too many doubts in this world.

"I can only make medicine, but not medical skills." He Jing returned to the original place, put away the dried medicine pills beside the fire, and put them into a cleaned honey jar.

"I don't think so. Your observation, hearing, and questioning are all in place, and the doctor is nothing more than that." Feng Yao was not stingy with Rainbow Fart, "This medicine looks very good." Although the smell is grating.

He Jing seemed to think for a while, and said: "Fuyuan Pill, replenishes vitality, dissolves blood stasis, unblocks meridians, the effect is remarkable, and it can be bartered."

Feng Yao couldn't help being curious: "What is Yi?" He looked at the young man's serious salesman, and thought it was very cute.

He Jing shook his head: "I don't have anything I want now. Just like you don't want to change my medicine now."

Feng Yao did not.In the past, the two didn't know each other, so there was no need to exchange everything.

But now he had to correct his mentality, so he said in a serious voice: "There are all kinds of diseases in life, so be prepared. Easy, I want to be easy."

He Jing raised his eyes to look at him, his expression could not be said to be more confused or more speechless: "What are you buying?"

Feng Yao was overjoyed, and he motioned the young man to look at the scimitar that was casually placed aside: "That one is mine."

He Jing had a faint expression on his face.

"Do you like it?"

"..."

Feng Yao strongly recommended: "It's very easy to use, and it has many functions." After saying that, he wanted to take it over and give him a practice.

The outstretched arm was stopped halfway.

Feng Yao: "?"

He Jing grabbed the man's forearm and examined him: "What are you going to do?"

From the time this person entered the cave, all his behavior revealed a sense of inexplicability.He is not unreasonable, unable to distinguish between good and evil.It is precisely because Feng Yao did not show any malice that he tolerated it until now.

"I..." Feng Yao paused, realizing that he was too impatient and was disgusted by others.

He couldn't help laughing secretly, people in their 20s, after meeting a boy whom they liked deeply, turned into a brat and became reckless.

Even so, I asked a very resolute question.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask you, Xiao Jinger, do you really not remember me?"

He Jing's eyes finally showed some strangeness.

It's that familiar tone again...

Feng Yao's eyes are so poisonous, he immediately caught this trace of strangeness, delighted and looking forward to it: "Xiao Jinger?"

He Jing frowned slightly, and looked at Feng Yao's face inch by inch. He remembered his two dreams, and after overlapping the figure in the dream with the figure in front of him, he finally spoke softly, which was more like a question than a statement. In a word:

"I seem to know you."

Feng Yao raised his eyebrows: "It seems?"

Such a large-scale suspected reunion scene of relatives and friends is equipped with six melon-eating people as standard. There are no melons and fruits, only compressed biscuits and mineral water.Everyone couldn't help pricking up their ears.

Ever since He Jing said that he seemed to know Feng Yao, he kept silent.Concentrating on the task at hand, he decided to make at least two more batches of pills before dark.

Seeing him so calm, Feng Yao also calmed down, keeping his surprise and doubts in his heart.Firstly, it was really inappropriate for a group of people to look at the matter between the two of them like this; secondly, he had some guesses in his mind, and he would definitely ask about it himself if he had the opportunity in the future.

After a while, Feng Yao approached and sincerely introduced himself to He Jingmao: "Is there anything I can do to help? I ate your food and I have nothing to do. Let me help you."

He Jing happily ordered people to collect firewood.When the person left, I slowly let out a sigh of relief.

He kept his hands on his hands and didn't show it on his face, but he was still thinking a little bit: If Feng Yao was really someone he knew before, why did he remember everything but forget him?

Thinking of the betrayal and surprise attack he suffered in his previous life, He Jing squeezed the spoon tightly, his knuckles turned white.

He Zhaili.

He Feng's small body shrank under the blanket because of fear of the cold, his lips turned white, and his whole body was trembling.Anxious and worried, Liang Rui dug out all the duvets at home and covered the boy tightly to keep him warm.

He Zhongzhe didn't dare to give medicine blindly, but just fed some hot water to the boy to let him get some heat.The eyes are full of remorse: "Blame me, I was confused, Xiaofeng is still too young."

Liang Rui burst into tears, and wiped them away by herself: "Xiaofeng will be fine." Before she married into He Zhai, she was an independent female white-collar worker with a strong character. If you set a good example, even if he is not good enough to learn and understand anything, he will not lose his life."

She gently stroked He Feng's forehead, her tone was a kind of stubborn determination: "Xiao Feng's body is usually very healthy, he can endure it, he can endure it."

There was no blood on He Feng's chapped lips, and he kept shouting for coldness. In the gap, he desperately opened his heavy eyelids, and his voice was as thin as a gnat: "Father, mother, brother..."

"Mom is here..."

"Father is here too, Xiao Feng, you have to get through it." He Zhongzhe held his little hand tightly and whispered in the boy's ear several times, "Forget everything Dad told you, don't let them destroy your body, You know? Come on, forget about them..."

However, He Feng could no longer hear the voices from the outside world.

The world where his consciousness lives has become a boundless road, which forks into dozens of small branches in front of him, and each branch road has different and intense stimuli from various senses coming from afar, constantly impacting his mind. In the depths, the pain is extremely painful, but I really want to continue walking.

He Feng doesn't understand what is the law of heaven and earth, he only knows that there is one thing that seems to have a natural attraction to him, and it is getting closer and closer to him.

He really wanted to go home and want to be with his family.The small body burst out with great energy in an instant, and he chose the branch that attracted him the most, took a step forward, and staggered forward.