I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"The thieves of the enemy country and the spies of our own country have no credibility with me." I don't know if it was too late at night, but Yan Yun's voice sounded a little deep. In order to tie Xiao Yiran and create some troubles, I don't really want the Qiang Kingdom to win this battle."

Xingfeng also knew his son's temperament, so he no longer entangled: "The son is right, so I will arrange it."

"Go, come back and tell me about the barracks."

The deeper the dew was, the more desolate the night in Pingcheng was. The cool wind like a needle poured into the window one after another, blowing Yanyun's headache.

Ever since I was reborn, my headaches have gotten worse every night, and a peaceful sleep has become more and more a luxury.

What's worse is that whenever Yan Yun wants to fall asleep late at night, some pictures will always appear in Yan Yun's mind.

Many of them are experiences when I was young, and some pictures have never been seen before.

For example, recently Yan Yun always dreams of Xiao Yiran frequently.

Thinking that it would be another sleepless night, Yan Yun decided not to sleep at all.

A few days ago, I received a letter invitation from Chen Mo. At that time, Yan Yun was busy dealing with Xiao Yiran, so she put it on hold for a while.

I just took this opportunity to meet up with old friends and take a look at the problems of this nightmare.

The sound of knocking on the door was deafening. Chen Mo reluctantly put down the freshly packed herbs and opened the crumbling door.

Seeing that the person standing outside the door was Yan Yun, Chen Mo was not surprised. He gestured "Come in" to Yan Yun, then turned back into the house and went to fiddle with his own herbs.

He was used to the habit of Yan Yun never being on time for appointments.

"You really haven't slept yet."

As soon as Yan Yun entered the room, he ran up to Chen Mo and exaggerated: "You are not surprised to see that I am still alive?"

Chen Mo didn't give Yan Yun any attention, got up and took a small clay pot from the shelf full of herbs, and put the ground medicine powder into it, as if there was no other person in the room.

Chen Mo is withdrawn by nature and doesn't like to communicate with others, but he is a complete drug addict.

He is very interested in curing various difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and spends all day with various medicinal materials, even his body is soaked in the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

He has a quirk, once he is busy making medicine or researching medicinal materials, he doesn't like to talk to people.

Yan Yun didn't care, he poured himself a cup of tea, and sat leisurely waiting for Chen Mo.

Just when Yan Yun was about to drink the water in the teapot to the bottom, Chen Mo finally finished his work.

He took out a stack of clean white paper and a brush, and sat down opposite Yan Yun.

"You are still alive this time, there must be an expert to save you, after all, there are still many secret techniques in the world that we don't know about."

After Chen Mo finished writing, he handed the paper to Yan Yun, and started to pulse for Yan Yun with his free hand.

"Is it true that you won't be moved when the sky falls?" Yan Yun sometimes really admires Chen Mo. Most people would be surprised when they heard that someone died and came back to life, but Chen Mo acted calmly.

Yan Yun even felt that Chen Mo was not a human being, he didn't have emotions and desires, that's why he was always so calm and detached.

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun smiled and handed back the paper in his hand, and asked, "Chen Daxian can tell what kind of disease I am suffering from?"

Chen Mo let go of his pulse, opened Yan Yun's eyelids, and began to observe carefully.

After playing with Yan Yun for a long time, Chen Mo's face gradually became serious. He took a pen and paper and wrote: "Weakness, chills, anemia, take a good rest."

"I know that." Yan Yun didn't want to ask this, and then said, "I feel like I'm out of my mind recently."

As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, he saw Chen Mo cast an approving look, that look seemed to say, "Did you know that your mind is not normal?"

"There are always some messy pictures in my mind."

Yan Yun's face became very tired, he rubbed his forehead and explained: "Some have been experienced before, and some seem to have never been experienced before. These images are repeated in my mind every day..."

Yan Yun spoke extremely seriously, Chen Mo rested his head and chin with one hand, looked at Yan Yun, and signaled him to continue.

"These strange pictures have given me insomnia for a long time."

Chen Mo thought for a while, picked up the pen again, took out a piece of paper that he hadn't written on, and began to write on the paper.

Yan Yun was still talking, but a troubled expression appeared on his gloomy face. He opened his mouth a few times, then retracted his words, hesitated again and again, and finally said it.

"I always dream about a man."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Mo stopped writing and wrote on the paper: "Who?"

"Xiao Yiran." When Yan Yun said this sentence again, Yan Yun no longer gritted his teeth like before, but his tone was a little more confused.

"Chen Mo, tell me, I am a normal big man, why do I always dream of another man."

Chen Mo didn't speak, but lowered his head and continued to write on the paper, it seemed that he was not very interested in this question.

"Chen Daxian, do you see what disease I'm suffering from?" Yan Yun scratched his head distressedly, stretched out his hand and interrupted Chen Mo's writing: "Am I already terminally ill? So you don't have the heart to tell me?"

Chen Mo got a little impatient with being disturbed by Yan Yun, he brushed away Yan Yun's troublesome claws, resisted the urge to give him a bowl of An Mian San, and after writing the last few words, he raised his head and gave Yan Yun a warning look.

He pushed the paper over, put down the pen, picked up a bowl of green tea and drank it.

On the paper was Chen Mo's prescription: "Two qian for Suanzaoren, one qian for Baiziren, three qian each for Schisandra, and Fushen. Shouwu vine, cinnabar, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygala, Albizia bark..."

Yan Yun looked at the names of the pile of traditional Chinese medicines, his head got bigger, he stared at the paper and asked in a daze: "Chen Mo, did I forget something?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo's eyes moved slightly, and after a long time, he wrote with determination: "You have indeed forgotten many things after being reborn after a catastrophe."

Hearing this, Yan Yun wasn't surprised. He calmly poured himself a cup of tea and continued, "No wonder I can't remember many things that happened when I was 16."

"It's a good thing that you can't remember, and that memory is just a burden to you."

It is rare for Chen Mo to talk too much. He wrote patiently: "Those scenes that appeared in your dreams happened in real life."

"So I dreamed of Xiao Yiran because he did appear by my side during that time?"

Yan Yun sighed for a long time, and said wearily: "It seems that he has been with me for a long time, but I can't remember it at all."

Chen Mo pondered for a long time, and solemnly wrote down a sentence on the paper. Seeing that Yan Yun was distracted, he knocked on the table and said, "I have something to tell you."

It was rare to see Chen Mo being so serious, Yan Yun also asked seriously: "What do you want to tell me?"

"It's related to Xiao Yiran." Chen Mo continued to write with a serious expression, "I think you have the right to know about this matter."

"You said."

"The reason why you can regain your life is because Mr. Xiao used his life as a sacrifice to extend your life, that is to say, he consumed himself in exchange for you."

The matter was so unbelievable that Yan Yun couldn't react for a moment, he repeated: "Life for life?"

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "Well, it can be understood in this way."

"Why?" Yan Yun asked after a long time.

"I don't know, you'll have to ask him yourself."

After saying that, Chen Mo picked up the herbal medicine again and began to grind it, and turned into a look of indifference to world affairs.

"Is there any poison that requires bloodletting, and also becomes unconscious or irritable from time to time?"

Chen Mo was concentrating on making medicine, but Yan Yun's thoughtless sentence made Chen Mo stop suddenly.

He wiped his hands quickly and wrote on the paper: "This condition can only be a poison."

"What poison?" Yan Yun asked urgently, his voice raised unconsciously, revealing his worry.

"Sangshenhua." Chen Mo frowned involuntarily, and continued to write: "Once poisoned by this poison, you will lose your mind and become an idiot, or you will become confused, irritable and irritable, and finally you will lose your memory and bleed to death from your seven orifices."

The more Yan Yun heard it, the more frightened he became, his clenched fist trembled uncontrollably: "Is there any help?"

"This is chronic and acute poisoning. In the situation you mentioned, the poisoned person has been poisoned for at least ten years."