A pair of blood-red eyes made him feel as if he was about to turn into ashes.

He lowered his head, knowing that she was crouching in front of him, imagining her looking up at him, the corners of her pale lips pulling a shallow smile.

"That year in Handan, I promised to help you refine the Lingyun Pill, and I also wanted to transform the Moyu knife, I did it all, I originally wanted to hand it over to you, but you never came, however, then Wu Chaoyun came, I don't know why, I promised to give you what I promised to give you at that time, but I didn't give it to her. Maybe it's because you're not the same in the first place. ”

Chongkui was a little dazed, she didn't know these things.

"I don't remember you." She said.

The sadness in Ji Xuanyan's eyes seemed to overflow.

"Burning Moon, I'm Zechar."

She must have recognized him on the hill outside Xianyang City that day, but why, didn't he see the tears flashing in her eyes?

She desperately tried to call out his name, but he washed away her memories of that night.

If not, how could they have missed it for so long?

Obviously, they should have recognized each other at that time......

In his blood-red eyes, blood-colored tears rolled out again, he lowered his head and frowned, because of grief and pain, his heart seemed to be torn by something, and some very strange things were going to enter his body.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his expression that was wrong, Chongkui hurriedly grabbed his arm, but the hand passed straight through his body.

"I'm sorry......" he shook his head, enduring the pain of being torn in his body, "it's all me, if I had recognized you at that time, I would have ...... Always protect you......"

"Don't say it, you can rest!" Chongkui said his eyes were getting redder and redder, and ...... His hair ......

His hair was very long, and because he had fallen asleep at night, his hair was not combed, and his long black hair was scattered on his back, which was a little messy.

And in the interval between him and her, the ends of his hair turned white silently, as if they were suddenly dyed white by the wind and frost outside.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Ji Xuanyan coughed violently, and his body suddenly fell from the bed.

Chongkui instinctively went to hug him, but the bodies of the two people passed through directly.

He fell to the ground, huddled in a ball with his body in his arms, and the ends of his hair that were gradually dyed gray continued to spread upward.

In the roof, gray and blood-red evil qi suddenly poured in, as if it had accurately found its master, frantically surging towards Ji Xuanyan's body.

"Don't!" Chongkui suddenly pounced and stood in front of him, but was pushed away by the evil aura.

The body knocked out far away, but it was formless, she didn't feel pain, and when she got up again, the evil qi had completely enveloped him.

Chongkui's hands were sealed, and pale golden spiritual power burst out, forming a barrier in front of him.

The evil qi competed with her spiritual power, and it could have been completely blocked, but after a while, it seemed that there was an obstacle here, and more murderous qi surged in.

The evil qi that swirled into a ball, like a tornado, constantly exerted pressure on her spiritual power with absolute power.

Chongkui gritted his teeth, and also continued to inject spiritual power into the barrier, no matter what, he had to block it!

She didn't want him to be enchanted, she didn't know what the demon was, but she knew that if he did, then he would be different from now.