"Are you?" I was a little anxious, I knew this person very well, but I couldn't remember who it was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two groups of people were tense and glared at each other. It's just that both sides are treating the wounded, so they have a tacit confrontation. Senior Brother Jiang was injured in his soul, and on the surface it seemed that there was no big problem, but the young man who treated him couldn't help but scold. Although the scolding is not very obscene, just saying shameless and hurting people with hidden arrows is already ashamed.

The two groups of people are holding each other, leaving in the middle the distance between the enemy and me, and the distance between life and death. The two teenagers who scolded just now used a stick and a short knife. After the two of them finished rescuing, they picked up the guy and wanted to do it, but they were held down by four or five people, and there was a commotion behind me, and there was a mess on both sides for a while.

I regret my recklessness, without my senior brother by my side, once there is a dispute, where can I withstand a little ripple. Fortunately, two people quelled the riot, one of them was of course Shocking Dreams, he was the leader of our side, and the young disciples of all sects listened to him. Nightmare only said one word, and the commotion behind me subsided.

The other person was the young man in front of me, who looked so weak that he had been seriously injured and sick, and when the cool breeze suddenly blew the corners of his clothes, I was worried that he would be blown down by the wind. But he is such a young man, and everyone behind him is looking at him. With a slight wave of his hand, the scolding, shouting, and arguing all stopped, and the moment was a little terrifyingly quiet.

I was still wondering about the question -- "Who the hell are you?" I asked again. Why can't I remember him, what happened to my memory?

The sick boy smiled softly at me, then shouted behind me, "Nightmare." "His voice was weak, and perhaps his body no longer allowed him to make a slightly louder sound.

Nightmare walked out slowly. A person also walked out on the opposite side, it was the white-clothed swordsman from before. I'm in a very special position, and it's not convenient for people on either side to make a move. Now that Nightmare has come out, there are two people on our side, so the white-clothed swordsman has also come out. Inadvertently made a limelight, I should have been remembered, I have to be careful when I go out in the future.

"Unravel the spell, there's no need for it. The frail boy said softly.

Dream nodded, the folding fan in his hand opened, and a cloud gas condensed in the fan, and the clouds gathered and dispersed, and there was a pleasant sound inside, the breeze, flowing water, and birdsong...... I felt like I had a landscape painting in front of me.

"Poof!" A sword roared, the picture scroll disappeared, and all kinds of sounds were also cut off by a sword, only the aftermath of the sword was still echoing, I covered my ears uselessly, and my brain was shocked to pain.

Holding back the discomfort, he looked at the young man in white, and the long sword in his hand had been drawn an inch.

The weak young man said in a loud voice: "You don't have to be like this, he casts spells without malice. ”

The young man in white nodded slightly, but the sword was not withdrawn. His hand was still on the hilt of his sword, and if there was any unusual movement in the nightmare, he would surely be greeted with an indescribable sword move.

"Senior brother's swordsmanship is wonderful, I have heard of it for a long time, and today's teaching is really true. Dream smiled and arched her hand.

The young man in white reluctantly returned the salute, completely ignoring the courteous words of the dream.

I found the etiquette of these practitioners to be very strange, some clasped their fists, some bowed, some bowed hands, and some shook hands. How do you know what kind of etiquette to do when you meet them? It seems that you have to ask clearly, otherwise you will have a small mess and you will not attract resentment.

When the dream and the young man in white saluted, the guy in his hand didn't let go, and it looked like he would strike at any time.

As soon as I raised my hand, the folding fan flew into the air, and the clouds suddenly covered me. Then the fan surrounded me, fanned me three times, and flew back into the hands of the dream.

It seems to have lifted the dark clouds and ushered in the sun, and it seems to have removed the light veil that obstructed the eyes. It seems that there are some more memories in my mind, and it is like recovering a childhood toy that has been abandoned for many years. I recognized the person in front of me, this person was not someone else, it was Xiaoqiu.

"Laughing Hill!" I grabbed his hand excitedly. I prefer to believe in Laughing Hill than in Nightmare. Xiaoqiu has a natural convincing charm, and if something happens, he won't leave me behind anyway.

Xiaoqiu patted me on the shoulder, a smile in his eyes. But the hearty laughter could not be heard. As soon as he was excited, he began to cough incessantly, panicking the three of us, especially the young man in white, the swordsman's lonely height disappeared all at once, he wanted to stop me and the dream but it was inconvenient to make a move, he wanted to let us get close and was worried that it would be bad for Xiaoqiu, so his appearance was very funny.

Fortunately, I only coughed for a while and was relieved. If something happens to him, it won't end. However, this cough eased the atmosphere, and everyone no longer showed the appearance of the enemy looking red. But the gap still exists, and the mustard is not so easy to overcome.

"Why do you look like this, where have you been after so long?" I asked eagerly.

"Hurt, very bad. Until now, there is no way to use martial arts, and the evil consequences of murderous qi have gradually appeared. As for the specific situation, I can't let you know. Nightmare whispered. The sound is too soft to be heard unless you listen carefully.

"Was it the injury you suffered that night? I've always remembered you, but I didn't remember it at all. Even though I recognize you now, I still can't recall the events of that night, and it's a blank slate. ”

"Nightmare's spell is wonderful, you don't have to think about it. Xiaoqiu deftly opened the subject.

I was still willing to listen to Xiaoqiu's words, but the moment I nodded, a very strange question came to my mind. "The Dream Fan only got my hands today, how did he cast a spell on me before?"

Xiaoqiu didn't answer, and the dream was silent at this moment.

After a moment, Dream smiled and said, "It's the people, not the fans, who cast the spell." ”

I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and wanted to continue to ask, but at this time, a few more people came in the distance.

These people are still teenagers, and their faces are still childish, but there is a murderous aura in their eyes, which makes people dare not approach. The masters behind Xiaoqiu stepped out of the way, and they walked directly among us.

There were three, or rather, four, people who came—three carrying a man in purple.

Look at this posture is a bit wrong, shouldn't it be a revenge drama. The man in purple is a bit kind, but he is covered all over his body, and it is difficult for me to tell who it is.

The three of them threw the purple-clothed man to the ground, and then stood behind Xiaoqiu.

This time I recognized it, it was the infiltrator who was let go by my predecessors, and now it seems that he is dead. Short, purple-black outfit, and scars on his body, I was sure it was the same person from before. Although there were many scars on this person's body, the scars left by the predecessors were particularly obvious.

The three of them were all standing with their bare hands hanging down, and the one with a scar on his face stepped forward and said: "When I came to meet this sneaky person in the middle of the road, I sneaked up on him with a secret arrow as soon as I hit my face, and I wanted to capture it and ask about it well, but I had to kill him as a last resort." ”

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