After awakening the memory of the world

Ji Qingyan coughed, held his hand slightly, and looked down at the wound on his body, but he didn't see anything, the burning pain and cold suffocation were like a dream, he didn't know why he was here, But there was always a voice in his heart that made him move forward.

The snowy lake began to freeze, and everything in the distance seemed to be disillusioned, and began to be covered with a thin layer of light snow. Ji Qingyan stood here, and there was no light in the distance. It seemed that darkness was the main color here.

The pure white sky is spinning, which is completely different from the black here.

Ji Qingyan stared at the sky, as if there was a huge eye staring at the darkness, he withdrew his complicated expression, and walked towards the distant jungle.

There was a faint sound of wind in his ears, and Ji Qingyan felt the cold again, and he stopped in his tracks unconsciously.

The image of Jing Shengchi appeared in front of him, that tired face was dead silent, the stream of light dissipated, that face was covered with a layer of smile, and there was an ice blade that formed instantly on his abdomen.

"Your fate will fall into adversity beyond redemption," Jing Shengchi's voice was weak, and when she raised her head, her downcast eyes were full of sadness.

"Why?" Ji Qingyan asked in a low voice, even his voice became softer, the wind and snow fell faster in an instant.

But they didn't care, they just sat calmly facing each other, Ji Qingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to Jing Shengchi's sobs.

Jing Shengchi paused, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks scribbled, her expression was lonely, she calmed down her emotions, and looked at Ji Qingyan.

"Perishable things will break away from the shackles of the sky." Jing Shengchi's eyes became hollow, and her voice sank: "When it turns into dust, it starts to cling to the ground again."

Ji Qingyan wanted to grab Jing Shengchi's hand, but caught a phantom.

"The supreme miracle will guide us on our way home." Jing Shengnian shouted, and the resonant star energy instantly turned into falling snow.

Ji Qingyan had a splitting headache, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was slightly bright, and the person beside the hospital bed was sitting on a chair taking a nap, and there was still a layer of indigo under his eyes.

Xi Jiansong's brows were furrowed tightly, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, the emotions in his heart were dark and unclear, he relaxed his movements, Xi Jiansong hadn't woken up yet.

Ji Qingyan subconsciously wanted to wake up the light curtain on the smart ring, but found nothing. The cold catheter was exposed on the outside, and he looked down to see the strange light blue color of the remaining medicinal liquid.

"How do you feel now%3F" Xi Jiansong opened his eyes, those light brown eyes put away the tiredness he saw, and there was no trace of fatigue at this moment.

Not surprised, Ji Qingyan turned his head and glanced at the other party. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his whole body was still a little weak, but the feeling of trance had completely dissipated.

"It's much better," Ji Qingyan replied, he looked at the bedside table, but couldn't find his smart ring, he was a little confused: "Where's my smart ring%3F"

Xi Jiansong smiled lightly: "I've made progress. I woke up this time and knew I was looking for a smart ring." He teased, took out the smart ring from his pocket and handed it to Ji Qingyan, paused for a while and said, "This time You did a great job, but I hope there will be no next time."

"It's dangerous," Xi Jiansong's face darkened, with a little seriousness, and disapproval in his light brown eyes.

Ji Qingyan looked up at Xi Jiansong, he was a little confused, but still nodded, he hesitated for a while, and said: "Then what are we going to do next?"

"And Jing Shengnian, why...why did he become like that," Ji Qingyan's voice was very soft, as if he was whispering.

Xi Jiansong didn't hide anything. When he heard Ji Qingyan's question, he just said with some sighs: "I think you should be more clear than me about the consequences of the illegal use of Xingyuan."

"I know..." Ji Qingyan murmured, his voice was very low, restraining his emotions, he stopped talking.

"The way of self-destruction is very skillful, it seems that their brainwashing is very successful." Xi Jiansong said, he opened the panel and projected the report from the analysis room.

There was a slight frost in his eyes, and Xi Jiansong's eyes scanned the paragraphs of writing: "The organization behind him has not shown up yet. The identities of those gray robes were unknown the day before yesterday. Something could be a mimic AI."

Ji Qingyan's dark eyes moved slightly, as if he had thought of something, but the slight suspicion was just his imagination, and he would not say it in advance without evidence.

Ji Qingyan recalled the pendant on Zhan Fengzhuo's wrist, the material and texture and the color ink of Jing Shengnian's mask seemed to be made by the same person.

It's just that he was in an extreme trance at that time, so Ji Qingyan couldn't tell whether these were his fantasies, but he didn't show the slightest bit, and his face was still a little flat.

Ji Qingyan was silent for a moment, and his voice was steady: "How is their level?"

Xi Jiansong's face turned serious, and he said seriously, "Very strong, but what's even more amazing is their cooperation and self-healing ability."

"The other side has sent so many mimic AIs to deal with you, and they have also tripped up the commissioner team of the Supervision Bureau. It seems that they have a plan for this operation," Ji Qingyan said softly, zooming in on the light curtain, Jing Shengnian disappeared and left behind Under the shadow of ultraviolet rays, the things displayed a string of numbers.

"Could this be the coordinates?" Ji Qingyan looked at a string of numbers and said subconsciously.

Xi Jiansong looked a little surprised, and said with a little confusion: "The coordinates of the galaxy are constantly changing. If this series of numbers are fixed coordinates, it will be difficult to determine the real range."

"And there is no such latitude and longitude coordinates in Xingheng," Xi Jiansong looked at the string of numbers, his brown eyes focused on it.

"118.0595%2C27.292158..." Ji Qingyan frowned slightly, and read out the string of numbers. He glanced at Xi Jiansong thoughtfully, and didn't dwell on it any longer.

Instead, he flipped the compiled report on the light curtain to the next page. Just as Ji Qingyan was about to say something, his arms felt sore and numb. Ji Qingyan fell to one side as if weightless .

Xi Jiansong hugged Ji Qingyan's body quickly with his eyes and hands, and subconsciously touched Ji Qingyan's forehead with his hand, but he felt the warmth of his hand.

Ji Qingyan fell into the state of being surrounded by clouds and mist again. He could hear the voices from the outside world, but lost control over himself.

"Get well soon," Xi Jiansong's voice seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of gauze, appearing hazy and ethereal.

Ji Qingyan could feel the heat dissipate, and understood that Xi Jiansong was going to leave. He wanted to say don't leave and stay here, but only he could hear the sobbing.

He was terrified, even disgusted by himself, Ji Qingyan saw red blood in the dark, and he could feel the blood pumping out from his heart.