After awakening the memory of the world

The omen lighted up slightly here, and Ji Qingyan's neck was wrapped with a sharp ribbon, and the water waves kept rippling from both sides. Before Ji Qingyan could react, the ribbon buried deep under the ripples began to exert force, completely blowing him away. Dive into the icy ocean.

Sivirona's figure turned into a spot of light and disappeared completely in an instant, Ji Qingyan slightly pursed his lips, the sea water squeezed everything about him, in the agony of dying, the pain in his neck made him Recalling his chaotic past, everything seemed to be submerged in the deep sea, and the darkness had already controlled his every move at a moment he didn't realize.

Ji Qingyan woke up from a heavy nightmare, and cold sweat continuously soaked Ji Qingyan's clothes along his back. .

Xingchang temporarily disconnected from him, Ji Qingyan opened his eyes and struggled to get up, but before he got up, Xi Jiansong pushed him back.

"Don't move," Xi Jiansong's brows showed a trace of helplessness, he hid the sadness in his brows, and reached out to stroke Ji Qingyan's forehead hair slightly, "You are sick, the medical machine just took the needle, you still don't know what to do." Take some more rest and stop using your star energy."

Ji Qingyan looked tired for a long time. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. In the end, he nodded as if in compromise. He reached out and grabbed Xi Jiansong's wrist.

The cold, trembling fingertips slid across Xi Jiansong's wrist, as if he was in fear or hesitation. Ji Qingyan's face was pale, and his expression could not hide the pain. His chest heaved and heaved, as if Enduring some severe pain.

"What's wrong?" Xi Jiansong showed worry, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Ji Qingyan's cold hand: "Where does it hurt?"

Ji Qingyan refused Xi Jiansong's move to call the medical machine over, his voice trembled, as if he had swallowed a piece of ice, and his internal organs were in uncontrollable pain.

"Bai...Bai Luojing," Ji Qingyan trembled, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with fear and anxiety throughout the night.

Xi Jiansong hugged Ji Qingyan tightly, trying to warm Ji Qingyan's cold body temperature, Xi Jiansong could feel Ji Qingyan's tears soaked his neckline, the farewell of a familiar comrade-in-arms was heartwarming no matter what Ji Qingyan's trembling body and silent sobs made Xi Jiansong feel more pain.

However, he didn't show any of this. Instead, Xi Jiansong calmly patted Ji Qingyan's back, wiping away his tears.

"His funeral will be held the day after tomorrow," Xi Jiansong could feel the hoarse lightness in his voice.

Ji Qingyan was trembling, he suppressed his trembling, nodded, his voice was weak: "Can I go?"

"Yes," Xi Jiansong said, he gently comforted Ji Qingyan, suppressed the unbearable look in his eyes, and continued: "The shock has disappeared, and the notification has been dealt with," he did not continue.

Ji Qingyan grabbed Xi Jiansong's sleeve, nodded his head, managed to piece together his rationality, approached Xi Jiansong and asked in a low voice, "When will we need to go there?"

"Tomorrow morning," Xi Jiansong said, he held Ji Qingyan's cold hand: "I'll go there with you."

Ji Qingyan nodded. He seemed to be leaning on Xi Jiansong's shoulder uncomfortably, and continued with a slightly restrained expression: "Teacher, is he... still awake?"

Xi Jiansong walked around Ji Qingyan, and when he heard the other party's hesitant question, he thought for a few minutes before speaking: "Gu Yuan is receiving treatment, and the Mu Hall doesn't let us visit at all now, and no one has any definite news."

"Jian Song," Ji Qingyan's expression was slightly blank, as if he was not in a hurry, waiting for the other party's response.

"Huh?" Xi Jiansong looked down at Ji Qingyan, those brown eyes were full of doubts, which made Ji Qingyan slightly stunned.

Ji Qingyan quickly came back to his senses, his eyes were filled with a deep sense of burnout, and his voice was a little tranced: "It's so strange..."

"What?" Xi Jiansong's voice was soft, and a familiar aura lingered beside Ji Qingyan. He brushed over Ji Qingyan's face with worry.

Ji Qingyan slowly closed his eyes. He hadn't recovered yet, and the wound was still throbbing. Ji Qingyan didn't want Xi Jiansong to see through his disguise, so he could only close his eyes, with wet tears still hanging on his face. Under the tip of the eyes, the eyelashes were also stained with a little moisture.

Xi Jiansong reached out to wipe away the sporadic tear stains, and Ban Ji Qingyan covered the quilt. He was still holding Ji Qingyan's hands, his eyes moved slightly, but the smart ring in his hand jumped out of encrypted communications Xi Jiansong was a little helpless, his expression was slightly cold, and after clearing the message, he regained his gentle expression and looked at Ji Qingyan.

Xi Jiansong rubbed Ji Qingyan's forehead hair, got up and left the modina behind, Xi Jiansong put on the long windbreaker, turned his head to take a last look at Ji Qingyan, and closed the door of the master bedroom.

After Xi Jiansong left, Ji Qingyan slowly opened his eyes, but he didn't ask Modina to turn on the light, but looked at the untightened curtains, a faint light slowly passed from the outside, The ground was stained with a beautiful silver frost.

But Ji Qingyan was not moved at all, he was like a puppet, silently accepting all the pressure and injury, only at this time, he was able to release his gloomy emotions a little.

Those things that hurt and make him feel desperate never disappeared. Ji Qingyan looked at his arm, there were still a few sporadic reddish-brown marks on it, but the blood in Ji Qingyan's palm was cleaned up .

Ji Qingyan's eyes were on these intermittent dotted lines, and he could barely see the original shape, which was his curse mark. Compared with the previous pain, this brand symbolizing the curse twisted and protected him, Ji Qingyan Qing Yan's palm was slightly clenched, and the texture of the nameplate and the stickiness of blood flashed by.

Ji Qingyan brought out the light curtain, the collectors of everything related to the alien domain, and the cobbled together documents, seemed to lead Ji Qingyan in a completely different direction.

The files about the distance between the silver and the center were placed in the encrypted category by the research institute. Ji Qingyan browsed the files left by Gu Fei'an, and when his eyes touched the new crystal, his fingertips stopped slightly, and his eyes became serious When he got up, the pain came to him like a torrent of mountains and seas.

Ji Qingyan groaned, he frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen, the burning pain kept hitting him, Ji Qingyan buried himself in the quilt, letting the familiar smell wrap him live by himself.

After calming down for a while, Ji Qingyan stood up again, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the light curtain, his face didn't have much color, just such a simple movement made Ji Qingyan feel so painful that he could hardly hold on own body.

Modina slid her small wheel and came to Ji Qingyan's side.