After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 87 Confiscating Su Jiuer's "Dharma Artifact"

What a miscalculation.

Su Jiu'er still overestimated Yan Yunxiao's ability to accept.

She originally thought that Yan Yunxiao knew that she would often lose memory, and because of that prescription, she should know that she had a strange disease.

But not only did Yan Yunxiao not get out of the vortex of memory and reality, he was also backlashed by the emotions in his memory. When he tried hard to use his current consciousness to control the emotions of another personality, it would inevitably hurt himself .

To describe it in a more vivid way, this can also be called a demon.

Especially under this kind of system, the theory of gods and ghosts has a great influence on people's thinking. If you want to explain science to them, it will definitely not be accepted by everyone.

He seems to be unable to face up to his other personality, and has already developed the idea of ​​wanting to kill the other personality, eager to regain the sovereignty of his body.

Moreover, he was bewildered by the true and false, false and real memories, so he was furious.

This bloody Su Jiuer's simple and elegant skirt bloomed with flaming red plums. She rushed forward to support Yan Yunxiao, and then called out eagerly, "Yan Yunxiao?"

Yan Yunxiao only glanced at her with an extremely dazed and fragile look, which seemed to cast doubt on the authenticity of her existence.

In addition, there is an indescribable emotion towards Su Jiu'er.

He didn't know how to describe it, but he remembered that in his memory, Su Jiu'er hugged him, coaxed him to sleep, and comforted him with that gentle intimacy, which was so nostalgic.

This is the emotion of another personality towards Su Jiuer.

But when he wanted to deeply explore the source of this emotion, he seemed to have encountered a wall that blocked his footsteps, and he felt that as long as he broke through the wall, everything would be answered.

So the consciousness issued instructions to frantically explore every inch of memory gap.

There are cracks, but no matter how hard he tries, it won't help.

His brain seemed to be torn in half by himself, his breathing was blocked in his chest, he was in a dilemma, his face became ferocious due to the struggle, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand to Su Jiuer, holding it firmly down her throat!

Su Jiu'er felt that he reached out to him because his act of extracting memory made him feel unknown and frightened, and it was a normal reaction for him to want to kill himself.

But when he pinched her own neck, Su Jiu'er clearly felt his inner struggle again.

In the end, he loosened his hands slowly, his chest heaved and heaved slightly, and he looked at Su Jiu'er with blank and complicated eyes.

Then he fell heavily forward, resting his head on Su Jiu'er's chest, and fell into her arms.

Su Jiu'er held up his face and took a look, only to realize that he was half asleep and unconscious.

Immediately, she stretched out her hand behind his ear to feel for his pulse, and felt that the beating was still very strong, so she was relieved.

She really didn't expect that the sudden retrieval of memory would cause such great harm to Yan Yunxiao. That night, Yan Yunxiao had a high fever.

When she dragged Yan Yunxiao's heavy body onto the couch, Yan Yunxiao had already started talking nonsense.

Yan Yunxiao dreamed that there was blood flowing like a river on the street of Huangdu, and he was standing in the middle of the pool of blood, surrounded by the people of the city, cursing at him, casting vicious glances at him, he looked around in a daze, and asked again and again Own.

Did i do something wrong?
Am I really doing something wrong?
He muttered these two sentences.

Su Jiu'er didn't know what he meant, so she could only reply perfunctorily, "There is nothing wrong, there is nothing in this world that can be called absolutely right or wrong."

"We can only talk about cause and effect."

I don't know if he heard it or what, but it really quieted down.

Su Jiu'er wiped his unparalleled face clean, and the feeling of pallor made his gorgeous face even more icy.

She took out the silver needle and poked Yan Yunxiao's face twice in the air, making an expression of "Nurse Rong piercing Ziwei".

During the day you pinch me with your hands, and I have to stay up late at night to treat your illness.

This is the tragedy of not having the right to personal liberty.

Who made this man the supreme ruler of this dynasty!

The situation is turbulent, Su Jiu'er can only win a chance of success by uniting with this tyrant.

Forget it, for the sake of cooperation, I have the right to spare you.

Thinking so, she pricked the silver needle to relieve Yan Yunxiao's stagnation.

In addition, she also boiled up the medicine in the middle of the night, fed it to Yan Yunxiao with her own hands, and changed all the dirty clothes.

After everything was done, it was almost dawn, and Su Jiu'er lay down beside the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When his belly turned white, Yan Yunxiao's biological clock automatically woke him up.

But he felt very clearly that his body was very tired. Apart from the numbness of his brain, his muscles and bones felt a sense of soreness.

He opened his eyes and was in a daze for a long time before he could clearly see the light blue curtain of Fuyang Palace.

The memories of last night flooded into his mind, he subconsciously got up and covered his chest, frowning.

Then he found that his clothes had been changed, and opened the curtain, Su Jiu'er was lying on the side, sleeping soundly, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyebrows were stretched.

In her sleep, she was not vigilant about herself at all.

He got up, picked up Su Jiu'er's small body, and placed it gently on the outside of the bed, and then lay back on the inside again, leaning on the pillow to see Su Jiu'er's sleeping face.

Overnight, many questions popped up in his mind.

In addition to her own strange disease, there are also: for example, how did Su Jiuer know how to heal? If she is not from King Qi and the Queen Mother, who is behind her?There is also the bargaining chip of freedom of exchange.
Everything is so intriguing.

He saw that Su Jiu'er's fair neck was already covered with a large piece of red, because Su Jiu'er's neck looked very fragile, so Yan Yunxiao would often habitually pinch her fatal weak point.

With another flash of his eyes, he saw Su Jiu'er's ordinary jade bead pendant.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up, and the pendant slipped from Su Jiu'er's neck onto the couch.

He picked it up and put it in his hand to look at it repeatedly, but there was nothing special about it, and the material of the jade was very ordinary, not half the quality of the double-flowered flower hairpin in Wanbao Pavilion.

In the theory of ghosts and gods, everyone will have some "magic weapons" in their hands, Yan Yunxiao subconsciously thought about that direction.

Then he lifted it up and shook it like Su Jiu'er, the beads gave off a lustrous luster when shaking, everything in the room was normal, nothing unusual happened.

But he still put away the bead pendant and confiscated Su Jiuer's "spell-casting weapon."

He stared at Su Jiuer like this for more than half an hour, and then Su Jiuer woke up from a daze, and saw Yan Yunxiao's face clearly with a dazed gaze.

She seemed to be thinking about Yan Yunxiao's fever last night, so she said vaguely, "Are you awake?"

Then he stood up and stretched out his hand towards Yan Yunxiao's forehead.

(End of this chapter)