Cannon fodder, Shizun, he doesn't want to [pass through the book]

"Did something happen to you? No reply for a few days?"

Fu Wuxiang pinched the center of his brows, under the dusky red sky of the Demon Realm, his robe seemed to be dyed red.

Jiang Huaiyu felt a little headache when he heard Fu Wuxiang's question. It's not that he didn't want to reply to the message, but his voice...is not suitable for replying to the message.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Huaiyu was about to ignore it as before, but when his voice recovered a bit before replying, he saw the jade plaque flying to Xie Mian's side.

Xie Mian raised her thin eyelids, and said, "Verun Fu, Venerable Jiang borrowed it from me, and I will return it to Venerable Fu after finishing the work."

Xie Mian spoke so fast that Jiang Huaiyu didn't even have time to catch his mouth.

The jade tablet fell into a dead silence.

Then, there was a loud noise, as if something fell to the ground.

Fu Wuxiang said in a bad tone, "Thank you, Lord, what are you doing with my junior brother?"

Fu Wuxiang recognized these Xie Mian voices, after all, they were his nephews whom he had called for many years.

Xie Mian didn't reply, he cut off contact when Fu Wuxiang asked him to give the jade token to Jiang Huaiyu.

"You..." Fu Wuxiang noticed that Xie Mian had cut off contact, thinking of the fact that Jiang Huaiyu suspected that Xie Mian was beside Jiang Huaiyu, but Jiang Huaiyu tried his best to deny it, his face turned embarrassing.

……

"Xie Mian, what are you talking about?" Jiang Huaiyu frowned, cast a sideways glance at Xie Mian, and thought of disapproval, "I try my best to be full of second senior brother for the sake of my teacher, but you are better off, just break it."

Xie Mian put back the jade tablet and looked down at his master.Jiang Huaiyu was spoiled and spoiled, her skin was too white, and because it was too white, a little mark on it would look hideous.

Now the whole body is covered with marks, which are so ferocious that people feel horrible, as if he has been tortured.However, he only did what he shouldn't have done in his own insatiable obedience to orders.

Fragile and depressing.

The sound enters the ear and goes to the heart.

After ordering some elixir and gently touching away the clear bite marks, the corner of Xie Mian's mouth rose without any trace, and said, "If you don't reply to Venerable Fu's message for a few days, Venerable Fu will inevitably be worried. Rather than waiting for him to come to you, it's better for this disciple to admit it first." .Sooner or later you will know."

Jiang Huaiyu thought so too, sooner or later he would know that he had a connection with Xie Mian.

However, she probably wouldn't have guessed that he actually stayed with Xie Mian for a few days, it's too absurd.

Depressed, Jiang Huaiyu said with his heart: "What did you just say about Jiulong Island memory?"

While asking, Jiang Huaiyu put aside the hand that was applying the medicine, took the elixir, and said uncomfortably, "Master, come by yourself, let go."

Xie Mian's dragon tail slightly wrapped around Jiang Huaiyu, he took back the elixir, pretending he didn't hear the second half of Jiang Huaiyu's sentence, he applied the medicine carefully, and said: "When Xie Yun was killed, the disciple once said that Xie Yun was not helping the disciple on Jiulong Island You are not a real person, but a fake one, Master, do you still remember?"

The inside of the Thousand Magic Umbrella is as bright as daytime, and strands of aromatherapy are floating.

Jiang Huaiyu couldn't stop Xie Mian from taking the medicine, so he had no choice but to give up, endured the discomfort, nodded and said: "Remember, at that time, my teacher asked who you were, and you said that I would tell my teacher after you were sure, and my teacher didn't ask any more questions."

"That person is Master." Xie Mian said softly.

Jiang Huaiyu frowned: "A teacher?"

When Jiang Huaiyu passed through, Xie Mian had already worshiped Xuanweizong, and Jiulong Island was also wiped out.

It couldn't be himself.

Could it be the original owner?

Jiang Huaiyu didn't have the memory of the original owner, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't be the original owner. The original owner was arrogant and domineering, not like someone who would go to Nine Dragons Island to help Xie Mian.

What's more, Jiulong Island is so dangerous, as a monk, how can he get in?Accompanied by two years.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"Disciple is sure." Xie Mian slid her hand with the elixir, and said, "Some of Xie Yun's memories are not hers, and the disciple has already brought them up. Now return it to the master. I hope the master will remember the memory of Jiulong Island." After memorizing, I can answer a question from my disciples.”

Jiang Huaiyu didn't say a word.

After a while, he replied, "What's the problem?"

Xie Mian is indeed not wrong, then he must be right, Xie Mian will never talk about things that are uncertain.

Come to think of it, it was indeed the memory of the original owner.

Since it was the original owner's memory, Jiang Huaiyu didn't need to shirk it. He also wanted to know why the original owner went to Jiulong Island to help Xie Mian, how he got there, and why he acted so contrary to his character.

The original owner suddenly became mysterious, like a veil.

Xie Mian chuckled, "When the master remembers, it's not too late for the disciple to ask."

After Xie Mian finished speaking, she slid her hand between Jiang Huaiyu's worn-out legs. Jiang Huaiyu's whole body froze. His oversensitivity made the ends of his eyes, which were stained red, wet, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

Seeing this, Xie Mian thought of something inappropriately.

He carefully poured the good medicine, put away the elixir, closed his eyes, and went to fetch the memory raised in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When Jiang Huaiyu took the good medicine, he broke away from his embrace and retreated to the bed in extreme embarrassment.

The bed was soft and had a cold fragrance, Jiang Huaiyu took a few breaths, raised his head, and looked at Xie Mian secretly.

Xie Mian is closing her eyes to retrieve the memory.

His black hair is half tied with exquisite silver buttons, and his eyebrows and eyes are always smiling, but this gentleness is also because of his cold temperament, which gives people a sense of sharpness.

Jiang Huaiyu looked at Xie Mian, and found that Xie Mian looked good with his eyes closed, his dark eyelashes could cast a shadow on his face.

Jiang Huaiyu stared at the shadow, and by a strange coincidence, he propped up his body, raised his hand, and gently touched the shadow with his feeble fingertips.

Even if Xie Mian treated him too much with the contract of absolute obedience, forcing him to cater to and satisfy the other party, he couldn't bear the disgust in his heart, only the anger and shame that annoyed Xie Mian for not keeping his promise.

Why not disgusted?Or hate?

I obviously didn't like him more than the love between master and apprentice... I agreed to help him before because I felt sorry for him, and it was softer than the moistness he slapped on the side of the face.

"What is Master doing?" Xie Mian suddenly opened his eyes.

Jiang Huaiyu was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand, "It's nothing."

Xie Mian glanced across Jiang Huaiyu's fingertips, stayed for a moment, did not ask too much, took out the memory, Xie Mian put a cloud of snow-white mist-like memory between Jiang Huaiyu's eyebrows, the memory touched Jiang Huaiyu, and melted directly into Jiang Huaiyu's eyebrows.

Countless pictures swept Jiang Huaiyu's mind at the moment when the mist melted into Jiang Huaiyu's eyebrows, Jiang Huaiyu's eyes went dark, and he fell into the cold fragrance.

……

.........

"who are you?"

Dark and damp, with the sound of ticking water.

Jiang Huaiyu's thoughts were confused and fuzzy. He looked down at the black-clothed dragon who asked who he was. This black-clothed dragon was about nine years old, and he was about to enter adolescence. .

There was a blood hole in his chest, and he was holding a bloody knife in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip of the knife. He tilted his head and asked himself with a smile, who are you.

"Speak, I know you are in front of me."

The room was dark, only the desolate moonlight shone in from the window, hitting the pale face of the black-clothed dragon, a bit gloomy.

Jiang Huaiyu remembered that after he got the memory of the original owner from Xie Mian, he fainted.

So now...

It seems that now in the memory of the original owner, the black-clothed dragon in front of him is Xie Mian.

Xie Mian's childhood has not changed much from his adulthood, but his appearance is softer, not as sharp and cold as when he grew up.

Jiang Huaiyu was about to reply to Xie Mian, but found himself unable to speak.It was only then that he realized that Xie Mian was not asking him, but the original owner standing aside.

The original owner was exactly the same as him, except that he was wearing a green smoked red dress, with his hair pulled back, rouge, and exquisite makeup.

Women's clothing?

Jiang Huaiyu's expression was stiff.The original owner helped Xie Mian, how about women's clothing?

The original owner heard Xie Mian's questioning, looked at Xie Mian, and said in a gentle female voice, "Jia Renlu."

"A person's road?"

Sensing the aura of the same clan in Jiang Huaiyu, Xie Mian turned the bloody knife in his hand and sneered, "The name sounds nice, but... there is no dragon clan with the surname Jia in Jiulong Island."

The original owner hummed, and said seriously: "I lied to you just now, my name is Xie Mian." As soon as the words fell, the bloody knife rubbed his neck and landed on the ground, three points into the ground.

"this is my name."

A bloodstain was drawn on the original owner's neck, he hissed softly, and he turned his head to look at the sharp blade that had penetrated into the ground.

The sharp blade trembled twice, and flew back to Xie Mian's hand.He raised his hand and stabbed himself on the shoulder. According to the original owner's voice, he walked up to the original owner accurately, and slapped the original owner's face with the blade, causing blood to flow out.

"Why, you came to tease me when you saw that I was blind and down and out?"

"I don't care if I die or not?"

"To prevent me from dying, are you going to bury me with me?"

Xie Mian spoke with thorns in every sentence.The original owner's face was slapped in pain by the blade, he grabbed Xie Mian's wrist, and the blood ran down his face, soon staining half of his face red.

"Thank you Mian!"

The original owner seemed to get angry, but suppressed it again, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I will heal your eyes, you don't have to die."

"Cure?" Xie Mian smiled, "No need, I just want to die."

"How dare you." The original owner said coldly, "Every time you die and come back to life, you are consuming your sanity. When you reach a certain limit, you will completely lose control and become a lunatic who only knows how to kill."

The original owner let go of Xie Mian's hand, grabbed the bloody blade and threw it on the ground, "Are you trying to become a lunatic who kills life?"

Xie Mian's face changed, his face darkened.

"who are you?"

No one knew about Xie Mian's resurrection except himself.Everyone who knows has gone to hell.

The original owner sighed, and calmly said: "Jia Renlu."

As the original owner said, he raised his hand and touched the hairpin on his head. His hair was pulled into a simple women's hairstyle, and he was also wearing a green radish gauze skirt.

"I will protect you, you don't need to die, use death to protect yourself."

Xie Mian didn't speak, just looked at the original owner for a while, and smiled.

"Okay, Miss A."

Jiang Huaiyu froze in place. Hearing the conversation between the original owner and Xie Mian, he felt a huge wave in his heart.

original owner...

The original owner... Could it be that he is also a book wearer?How could he know about passerby A, how could he know about death and resurrection?

A person on the road, the other way around is a person on the road.

Jiang Huaiyu fell into a huge mystery. He followed the original owner's perspective and saw that after Xie Mian pretended to accept help, he pretended to be a good boy, borrowed a knife to kill the original owner, and was hammered back to his original form by the original owner.

The original owner opened the book and placed it in the corner of the room, then carried Xie Mian and threw it into the triangular space formed by the book against the wall, "You face the wall and think about it."

Xie Mian poked her head out of the book, opened her mouth and bit the original owner.

The original owner held his head down and forced him to the ground, "If you dare to bite, I will beat you."

Xie Mian's red eyes stared at the original owner with hatred, flicked his tail, coiled himself under the book, and did not move.

Only then did the original owner put away his hand, picked up the book casually, and asked, "Don't you know, you look like a farmer and a poisonous snake among snakes."

Xie Mian moved his tail like a gust of wind, knocking down the books surrounding him.

"You shouldn't be angry." The original owner erected the book again, "If I were you, I would hold back until I had the chance to kill the other party before getting angry."

Xie Mian raised his head when he heard the words. He was blind and couldn't see the original owner. He could only feel the original owner by his side by his voice.

"Who the hell are you? I've never heard any information about you in Kowloon Island. Are you approaching me to study why I came back from the dead or do you want something?"

"Hiding here with me all this time and not going out, and not participating in any banquets, you can't be the canary of an uncle who escaped from Kowloon Island, right?"

Xie Mian said maliciously.

As soon as the malicious words fell, the book was slammed shut, and Xie Mian's entire snake was caught in the pages, unable to move.

The original owner turned the book and said with a smile: "To be honest, I'm here to teach you how to be a human being."

Xie Mian: "..."

In the simple room, under the dim light, Xie Mian's pitch-black scales glowed with a cold light. He hated to spit out snake letters, and said, "My mother is a human being, should you teach me?"

"Does your mother care about you?"

Xie Mian stopped voicing snake letters.

Jiang Huaiyu stood aside, seeing this, sighed, and looked at the original owner.

The original owner didn't have his hair tied up, and the ink was scattered on the ground. He sat cross-legged, his eyes were lowered, his makeup was exquisite, and his curly and thick eyelashes were slightly upturned.Opening the book, the original owner said with a bit of pampering.

"How about I teach you how to practice?"

……

When the former bishop Xie Mian was practicing, Jiang Huaiyu sat cross-legged opposite Xie Mian, raised his finger to his chin to watch Xie Mian practice.

He didn't notice that the original owner was leaning against the window, and also raised his finger to his chin to watch Xie Mian practice.