[Quick Wear] He's pretending to be good again as a substitute

When Shen Caocao woke up, the room was pitch black, the rich sandalwood scent invaded his sense of smell, his head was groggy, his whole body was terribly soft, and he couldn't lift his strength no matter what.

He kind of forgot... how he got here.

In my memory, I seemed to have quarreled with Yue Ye, and Yue Ye was still pinching his neck with an angry expression on his face. It was the first time Shen Caocao saw him lose his temper, and even thinking about it now makes her heart palpitate.

But what happened, Shen Caocao had no memory at all, even when he just wanted to recall, there was a burst of pain in his head, everything was crushing his nerves.

Shen Caocao covered her head with a headache.

After an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of light finally came from the room, Yue Ye was holding an oil lamp in his hand, his face was faintly visible under the candlelight.

Obviously it was a familiar face, and obviously he had always relied on Yue Ye, but when he saw him appearing in front of him, Xiaohua Xingcao felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and a sore and bloated bitterness swept over him.

The petite grass didn't know why.

But he subconsciously moved back a little.

This subtle movement naturally did not escape Yue Ye's eyes, he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the oil lamp, Xiaohua Xingcao's attitude of avoiding him made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

In the end, the little Huaxingcao ignored the discomfort in his heart, and smiled at Yue Ye: "Yue Ye, you are here, where am I?"

Yue Ye did not answer immediately.

He looked at Shen Caocao meaningfully, and said after a while, "... Caocao, don't you remember?"

Confusion surfaced on Shen Caocao's face, and she shook her head: "...I don't remember. It's just that I woke up with a headache... Did we have a fight? I remember you, Yue Ye..."

He didn't continue to speak the second half of the sentence, but gently stroked his neck with his hands, frowning with a bit of pain on his face.

Yue Ye followed his hand to look, and took a panoramic view of the red pinch marks on the fair neck.

...It was a mark bestowed by him, and even after several days, it could not completely disappear.

Yes, for several days.

Xiao Huaxingcao has been in a coma for three whole days. After he fainted, Yue Ye put a kind of spice in the incense burner in the house, called "Dichen Xiang". Make people lose their memory and become an empty blank paper.

Yue Ye had exactly this intention.

Since the little Huaxingcao knew the truth, he would not willingly stay by Yueye's side, even if Yueye could force him to be trapped in the Demon Cult, the little Huaxingcao would only fight with him and ridicule him.

Yue Ye didn't want to see even the slightest bit of disgust on the face of Xiaohuacao.

Inexplicable, just don't want to.

It is already the fourth day that the "Cleansing Fragrance" has been effective, and now it seems that it does have some effect.

The person in front of him seemed to have turned into that careless man with only him in his eyes again, his exposed neck was beautiful and slender, and his brows and eyes were also dazed and innocent with no knowledge of the world, his face was full of dependence.

Yue Ye felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He patted the head of the petite grass, and said in an almost coaxing tone:

"Hao Cao, you are sick and have been in a coma for several days. The doctor said you should rest more. These few days, you just lie in your room and don't go anywhere, you understand?"

Sick, what's wrong?

Shen Cao hastily wanted to ask, but his drowsy brain didn't give him time to think carefully, the rich fragrance made him drowsy, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked sleepy.

Yue Ye knew that the fragrance of washing dust had begun to work again.

He lightly blew out the candle, the only light disappeared, and the whole room became pitch black again.

"Good night, sleep well." Yue Ye said.

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On the fifth and sixth day, Shen Caocao would wake up for a short period of time, and every time she saw Yue Ye, she would ask the same question as yesterday.

Yue Ye answered patiently.

But on the seventh day, Shen Caocao fell into a coma, her brows were slightly frowned, and she was still muttering something.

Yue Ye leaned over slightly and leaned closer to listen.

The little changeling is calling his name...

Shen Caocao in his sleep felt extremely uneasy, he always felt that there was a force pulling himself, and he exhausted all his strength, but only delayed the time of being swallowed.

He seemed to have fallen into an empty white world, surrounded by nothing, and Shen Caocao seemed extremely small in it.

So quiet, so scary.

He said softly in his heart.

Shen Caocao squeezed her sleeves tightly and said Yue Ye's name, hoping to give herself some courage.

But he found that he seemed to be unable to remember Yue Ye's face.

That handsome Yue Ye with a smile on the corner of his mouth and pinching his two rabbit ears... seemed to disappear from his mind.

Shen Caocao squatted on the ground helplessly, and finally couldn't help sobbing.

...but soon, he won't even remember why he cried.

Yue Ye didn't know what illusion Dichenxiang brought to Shen Caocao, but seeing the tears slipping from the corner of Xiaohua Xingcao's eyes, his inexplicable heart also twitched.

He gently wiped away the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and said to himself: "Caocao, what did you dream about, why are you crying..."

On the other side, Feng Yan looked at the scroll in his hand with a hint of anger on his face.

Yue Ye, you are so courageous!

It turned out that the metamorphosis grass that left Xuanwu Valley ten years ago was Shen Caocao!

Back then, when the transformation grass that had been planted for thousands of years disappeared, there was a lot of discussion in the world of cultivators, and they all lamented that the transformation grass was climbed and stopped first. Unexpectedly... it turned out to be Yue Ye!

No, he should have thought of it... The human form of Huaxingcao can nourish the soul. Back then Xi Xia was seriously injured by him, and his soul was damaged and let him sleep for a hundred years. .

Feng Yan stood up abruptly, and strode out.

He wants to find the little changeling grass!

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On the other hand, the ninth day of the effect of the fragrance of cleansing dust.

Yue Ye unexpectedly didn't come to see Shen Caocao. Shen Caocao woke up yesterday, but he seemed to have really lost all his memories, and looked at Yue Ye with strange and curious eyes.

"you are?"

Yue Ye heard him say that.

So Yue Ye ran away in despair.

He doesn't seem to be used to this little miniature grass.

So Yue Ye locked himself in the study as if evading, forcing himself not to think about it.

It's okay...it's okay.

Shen Caocao just lost his memory for a while, and after ten days, he will be able to get to know Xiaohuaxingcao again, and then Xiaohuaxingcao will still be the little Huaxingcao from before, sticking to Yueye, giggling at Yueye, and Will hold him and not let go.

Yue Ye is quite confident about this.

He can make the little changeling grass like him once, and he can make him like him a second time.

But he didn't know that Feng Yan had already pushed away the room at this time.

With a sound of "creak", the rich and dense sandalwood fragrance rushed towards the face, the light in the room was very dark, Feng Yan took out the lighting beads, and slowly walked deeper.

The incense burner lingering with wisps of smoke was placed beside the bed, and there was a person lying on the white jade bed covered with layers of brocade quilts. His hair was as long as ink, his skin was as white as jade, and his appearance was shockingly beautiful amidst the radiance.

Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes and looked up blankly, as if he was out of the world.

Hearing the sound, he supported his body slightly with his slender arms, and turned his head to look at Feng Yan.

With black hair and white skin, he is as beautiful as a breathtaking mountain ghost.

Feng Yan's breathing stagnates slightly.

The person in front of him was none other than the small transformed grass that he hadn't seen for several days.

Xiaohua Xingcao's mind was blank, and under the influence of Dichenxiang, he finally lost all his memories.Looking at the handsome man in white clothes with fairy air in front of him, Xiaohua Xingcao blinked, showing childish innocence:

"Brother Immortal...Are you Brother Immortal?"

Feng Yan was taken aback.

"What did you say?"

The little Huacao in front of me is really strange, with a dazed and ignorant face, like a newborn child, with a sense of strangeness and helplessness to this world, completely different from the frisky Shen Caocao a few days ago.

The censer slowly emitted fine white smoke, Xiaohua Xingcao suddenly covered her head in pain, frowned, and curled herself into a ball.

After a few seconds, he raised his head, looked at him with a slightly painful expression, and looked at him in a daze: "Hey, are you Brother Immortal?"

He asked the same question as before.

Feng Yan realized that something was wrong with a strong, somewhat sweet scent lingering in his nose.

This scent...

The fragrance of washing dust!

Feng Yan violently kicked over the censer, and as soon as the censer fell over, unburned cleansing petals spilled out, and the bright red light was very dazzling in the darkness.

Feng Yan still doesn't know what Yue Ye did to him!

From beginning to end, Xiaohua Xingcao just sat on the bed and looked at him in a daze, even if Feng Yan kicked over the incense burner, he just watched obediently without saying a word.

Feng Yan approached him.

The immortal elder brother in front of him is very good-looking, although Xiaohua Xingcao doesn't recognize him, he still feels an inexplicable familiar aura from him, and the immortal elder brother's smell is also very good, much better than the smell in the incense burner.

So when Feng Yan was still half a meter away from him, Xiaohua Xingcao took the initiative to stretch out his hand, raised his face, and showed a flattering smile: "Brother Immortal, hug me."

Feng Yan was slightly taken aback.

The little Huaxingcao saw that he was slow to move, thinking that it was the fairy brother who rejected him, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably, but he still didn't let himself shed tears, he just pursed his mouth in grievance, and said, "Okay , then I will go by myself."

But he still had no strength, as soon as he stepped on the ground with his bare feet, his feet went limp and he fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, Feng Yan came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to grab him in time. With this pull, the little transformed grass fell into his arms.

Feng Yan's breath made Xiao Huaxingcao's ears turn red instantly.

"Thank you, thank you." He stammered, "I can go by myself."

That's what he said, but he still has no strength.

Feng Yan naturally knew that he was trying to be brave.

Sighing softly, under Xiaohua Xingcao's unexpected gaze, Feng Yan hugged him up by the waist, from Xiao Huaxingcao's angle, he could only see his taut jaw.

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

Feng Yan said. ?