In fact, she is only two or three years older than Xiang Yiming, and she really can't remember the things before, as if her younger brother has been by her side since she can remember. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Maniac?"

Xue Yan screamed, strode towards the bed, stared down at her younger brother, and then picked up the Hidden Patience Knife and looked at it carefully, she was silent for a while.

When Li Ziqian and the others saw Snow Goose like this, they knew in their hearts that Snow Goose probably didn't know why Xiang Yiming had the "power of madness", this kind of mad power that only pure-blooded Heavenly Wingers of the Feather Clan could have.

Tuoba Qian grabbed Hua Que's placket, and her voice was hoarse, "Doctor, you have to save Yiming!"

"This is a defect in the bloodline, I can save him for a while, but I can't save him for a lifetime, his body will become more and more emaciated, and the blood collapse has begun. Hua Que suppressed his panicked look, and he began to calculate the formula for suppressing the blood collapse in his heart, "His blood collapse is caused by a temporary upsurge of blood qi, if he doesn't use weapons in his life, he can avoid a blood collapse, but now it's too late." ”

"How.. How could this be?" Tuoba Qian heard Hua Que's words, and she fell to the side of the bed, helped up by the snow goose, who was also pale.

"Doctor Hua, are you diagnosing wrongly, how can my brother be a madman?" Xue Yan hugged Tuoba Qian, her lips trembling.

"There's no going wrong." Hua Que shook his head, "His bloodline is so vigorous at this time, it is far from being comparable to others. ”

When he said this, Hua Que turned around, took out the gray and gold long needles from the medicine box, and glanced at Xiang Yiming, whose face was terrifying, "This time, I am sixty percent sure that I will pull him back, but I can't stop his physical weakness in the future." ”

"You save him first!" Yu Ze, who had always stood at the outermost edge and did not speak, closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and said with a sigh.

Hearing Yu Ze's words, Hua Que quickly picked up the gray long needle, in which the inside of the long needle was suspended, and there were small holes like fine sand around the needle body. He stared at Xiang Yiming's arm, took a deep breath, and then turned his head to look at the snow geese, "Come here, grab his limbs, the cotton wool is not tied firmly enough." ”

When several people heard this, they glanced at the long needle in Hua Que's hand, and without hesitation, they hurriedly pressed Xiang Yiming's limbs with their hands, so that he could not have the slightest movement.

After condensing his breath, Hua Que held the long needle and pushed the back of Xiang Yiming's hand. When his expression changed slightly, he once again forcefully pierced the needle into the abruptly twisted veins on the back of Xiang Yiming's hand.

A stream of red, blackened blood shot out of the dangling needles and the tiny holes of sand.

"Ahh

The hoarse and panting roar was roared out by Xiang Yiming, and his limbs were pressed by the snow geese, and he could only widen his bloodshot eyes, open his big mouth and pant and roar.

No one could have imagined that Xiang Yiming, who was lying on the bed and covered in scars, could still have such a powerful force. They were holding Xiang Yiming's hands trembling, and some of them couldn't withstand Xiang Yiming's struggle.

Hua Que noticed everyone's expressions, he moved even faster, and the gray long needle was inserted little by little along Xiang Yiming's arms, "King, please take out the white porcelain bottle in my medicine box, take some of the water and mix it well, and then soak the golden long needle in it." ”

"Okay." Yu Ze nodded, and did everything according to Hua Que's instructions.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly, and a lot of blood shot out of the long gray needles, and the Huajin on the bed was already dyed blood-colored, and the strong smell of blood made people want to retch.

Xiang Yiming's struggle became smaller and smaller, he tilted his head, his red eyes faded little by little, and the dazzling golden roof made him a little abrupt, as if his past was engraved on the golden roof.

............

Sixteen years ago

Zhou. Changman Ancient Road

The two people, one big and one small, stood hand in hand on the ancient road, looking like a father and son from the back.

"Dad, what are you bringing me here for?" the little boy raised his head and shook off his hand, which had been grabbed by the man.

"Take you to meet someone, Yiming, you have to remember what that person looks like. The man let go of the hand holding the boy and gently stroked Xiang Yiming's head, "Remember her appearance, don't forget." ”

"Why? What if I can't remember?" the boy's immature voice showed some confusion, and he blinked his eyes, and his head was a little pantothenic.

"If you can't remember, you're not allowed to go home. The man's tone became serious, and he lowered his head and stared at his child to threaten to leave.

The boy felt aggrieved, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the grasshopper crawling under his feet, and kicked it with his foot.

Half an hour later.

At the other end of the trail, a woman dressed in light gray approached with a half-mask, revealing half-painted crimson lips. On the chest of her light gray clothes was a fiery red nine-tailed demon fox icon, which seemed to be the emblem of an organization.

"You're early. ”

The woman walked in, and he looked at the man and whispered, revealing half of his face with a shallow smile.

"I want to bring him to see you sooner. The man looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes were complicated, and his hand grasping the handle of the silver-white dragon head was trembling faintly.

The man's words made the woman's gaze soften completely, she lowered her head and glanced at the little boy who was peeking at her, and slowly squatted down, "What's your name?"

"Item... Xiang Yiming, I am a good boy of the Xiang clan of Zhou Guo, and I will become a general in the future. The little boy met the woman's soft gaze, and he glanced up at his father with an inquiring look in his eyes.

The man nodded at the boy, clasped his hands behind his back and remained silent.

"Giggles, how young you want to be a general. ”

Xiang Yiming's words made the woman laugh crisply, she raised her right hand, and her index finger slightly bent and hooked the bridge of Xiang Yiming's nose, "Don't be a general, be an ordinary person, ordinary people can know who they are." ”

"No, I'm going to be a general, a man like my father. The little Xiang Yiming screamed, straightened his immature waist, and gasped in front of the woman, with a crimson mark on the side of his neck.

"Well, General—" The woman's eyebrows turned downward, and her hand was weakly lowered.

"What's wrong with you, sister... Sister." Xiang Yiming didn't know what to call the woman in front of him, he thought about his slightly jerky tone and touched the back of his head.

"Giggles..."The woman laughed, and before Xiang Yiming could react, she pressed forward, hugged Xiang Yiming firmly with one hand, and rested her chin lightly on his shoulder.

The man lowered his head, his gaze becoming more and more sad.

After a long time, the woman let go of her hand, stood up, and looked at Xiang Yiming.

"Why, won't you let him see what you look like?" the man whispered.

"Does it work?" replied the woman.

"Let him remember you, just as you wanted to come back and see this child when you set foot on that path. The man turned his head to look at the other man and pressed one hand on the other's shoulder, "He is qualified to know what you look like." ”