After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

The little golden baby is smaller than Yazi, and the two play more like Yazi is playing with it.

The muscles on Jiang Su's face re-grow. At this time, the old and new flesh are intertwined. The white scar in the middle is densely packed with symmetrical lines on both sides, like the exquisite cracks of porcelain firing.

She laughed out of breath, and the more she laughed, the more she bowed her back, until finally she squatted down.

The position where she was squatting was facing Yazi and Xiaojinwa, her eyes met, the grinning expression of the girl suddenly froze, she patted herself on the head, and suddenly realized:

"I haven't made alchemy yet???"

"Then what did I do tonight??? Going crazy? Laughing? Eating meat?" The girl's expression turned terrified in an instant, and then she turned her head and went back into the alchemy room.

Fang Zhe saw the little doctor re-entering the dark house in a flash, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the girl's clothes. At this moment, the pain in his heart suddenly intensified, as if a sharp knife had been pierced straight into the fifth rib of his left sternum. gap.

After a sudden cardiac arrest, the pain was relieved by the method of empowering the head downwards with spiritual power again.

"I... head."

Isn't my head sick? How could it be like this...

His mind, which has always been chaotic, is clear at this moment, and the intermittent memories in the sea of ​​consciousness are rushing to the broken place again, and the sea of ​​consciousness that has almost become dust is re-condensed into pieces, pieces into pieces, and there are silk threads between the pieces. .

The lotus root is broken.

Images of the past gradually flashed in his dark pupils, accumulating small ones into many.

"Fang Zhe, come here, what do you think of this one? Doesn't this watery and tender color suit your sister better?" A rough and heavy voice suddenly asked.

"I think this color is more beautiful and suitable. Would you like to pick one too? I think if you choose one yourself as a gift, it might be more desirable." A gentle female voice sounded.

"it is good."

"I think the green one is more suitable..."

In a blur, he saw a little bit of fluorescent light through the black mist, and it was the mottled greenery that penetrated the forest and hit his face.

"White robe...long white robe...white robe" Fang Zhe looked at the distance blankly and whispered.

A long-haired woman in a white robe walked towards her with a doll in her arms. Beside her was a majestic nine-foot-tall man who carefully bent over to hold the woman's arm.

"Hey, ma'am, let me hug you. You just gave birth to this little girl, so I can't let you suffer. Let me, let me." The nine-foot man was also wearing a white robe, with his chest slightly exposed. Looming lines of muscle.

The white-robed woman's eyes were like crescent moons, she smiled helplessly at the man's words, then took a step away from the man with the doll in her arms.

"No." She shook her head, looked into the distance, and said softly.

"Xiao Zhe, why are you so nervous, look at the tips of your ears are red, this is my sister, little sister, come and have a look at her, her little face is round, her hair hasn't grown much, it's so wet. "

Hearing the sound, the man who had been replaced by Xiao Zhe stepped forward slowly. His hand kept rubbing the long knife at his waist, holding the handle tightly from time to time. The sweat in his palm cooled him down with the breeze.

This man was also nine feet tall, and he walked towards the woman in white robe step by step. The man in white robe and "Xiao Zhe" surrounded the woman together to block the incoming breeze.

"Xiao Zhe"'s gaze fell firmly on the white cloth wrapping the child in the woman's arms, when the woman stretched out her hand, her slender fingers pushed aside the white cloth.

Just when Fang Zhe was about to catch up with "Xiao Zhe" and see the "doll" in the white cloth clearly, everything behind the black mist was turned into powder, blown by the breeze, and ashes disappeared.

"younger sister……"

"baby……"

Fang Zhe repeated these two words in a daze. He thought that this memory should be his own. He is called Fang Zhe, so "Xiao Zhe" should be him.

But he couldn't see the face of "Xiao Zhe", and in the end, he didn't see the "sister" wrapped tightly in the white cloth either.

"I have younger sisters...then who are they, my parents?"

"But I... I killed them."

Fang Zhe walked all the way from the Eastern Region. He has been in a daze all the way. Sometimes he can remember who he is, and sometimes he is like a puppet, holding a broken knife to scare away the people around him.

People are very afraid of themselves, the smell of blood on their bodies is like the smell of herbs to drive away the herd, driving them away.

Sometimes when his mind is sober, he can tell which direction he is heading, listening to sitting in the teahouse, he heard the two words he only remembered.

Square fold.

He only remembered his name, and only himself.

The storyteller in the teahouse slapped the gavel, and all the noise disappeared in an instant.

"Today. Let's talk about the fact that the largest sect in the Eastern Region was exterminated overnight. As we all know, the largest immortal sect in the Eastern Region is called Wujianjiao. This immortal sect is famous for its sword skills and magic weapon refining. Disciple They are all tall and tall, they are skilled in saber techniques, and they can smelt tens of thousands of magic weapons with a hammer in their hands. Among them, the most outstanding and the most superb saber techniques require their young master Fang Zhe."

"But now, tsk tsk tsk, the tragedy of Wujianjiao's extermination in one night was done by this young master. The scene was really bloody and horrible."

The storyteller's voice gradually faded away. At this point, Fang Zhe knew that he was the young master of the Wujian Sect. He was good at swordsmanship. He slaughtered his own family and caused a bloody tragedy.

Fang Zhe's pace also gradually drifted away. He heard passers-by say that there are rich products and outstanding people. The nobles of Zhongdu have gathered a lot of medical practitioners, and medical practitioners are a kind of people who can cure diseases.

He is sick, his past is forgotten by him, his head hurts.

So Fang Zhe went to Zhongdu, but he found that the person called the doctor there shook his head as soon as he touched his wrist, and finally his head hurt even more.

"You go to the Southern Region. The No. 1 Medical Immortal River in the world flows in the Southern Region. He is a member of Shifangmen. You may meet him in a place called Hongfeng Town. We can't cure you. He is Your only chance, if he can't do anything, I'm afraid..."

The man's voice faded away.

Fang Zhe's footprints landed in Zhumen, in the forest, and finally landed in the territory of the Southern Region after an unknown amount of time.

That day, as usual, he found a place where many people ate, and heard a person standing in the distance clapping a piece of wood and began to tell a story. He wondered if he could continue to hear his past.

He'd heard a lot from these standing talkers, but it wasn't enough.

He was originally sitting in an inconspicuous position in the corner, and with the recovery of the spell about hiding his figure, he no longer attracted attention.

Until a guy in Tsing Yi who looked like a small bamboo shoot sat at the table next to him.

That man came to eat, and he never stopped chopsticks after the dishes were served.

She ate the Chinese food on the plate, and chewed her tongue again, the dripping red was incompatible with the Tsing Yi.

He finally walked towards the Tsing Yi before his consciousness became chaotic, and asked what he wanted to ask the most at that moment.

"What does your tongue taste like?"