Ling Xuanluo saw that after Jiang Nanjun took the medicine, his memory returned to the same as before, so he described in detail the situation of seeing Xi Mutong on the wall of the Flying Fire Streamer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Nanjun listened to it, it was a mixture of joy and sorrow, and his deepest worries were the same as those of Ling Xuanluo, focusing on the battle of the Void Cold Valley that encircled and suppressed Nangong Xiang.

Xi Mutong will fight alone, how can he bear to stand by and watch? He has the heart to make a contribution, dragging his useless mortal body, but he can only look at the ocean and sigh.

Until this time, his desire to be a mortal for a hundred years, like a pebble being thrown into the calm water, suddenly made subtle waves. He sighed strangely, no matter whether he was a god or an immortal, or a demon or a demon, even if he was reduced to a wandering ghost, he was more free than ordinary people. If you still have the desire to continue to fight side by side with your Condor allies, why not let go of your past obsessions and take a step forward?

The thought flashed through him, and he was so frightened that his heart jumped so suddenly that he almost jumped out of his throat. He thought that he must have become insane because of this brain disease, and he was even more afraid that Ling Xuanluo would notice his thoughts, so he glanced at him weakly, and saw that he was only surprised, so he exhaled lightly and quickly transferred his emotions.

Ling Xuanluo confused him about the direction of his memory, and he explained: "Since I have amnesia, my brain naturally can't store new content. The reason why I say this is just to guess what happened to me from your words and reactions. ”

"I see...... Ling Xuanluo was a little disappointed although he understood.

Before he could answer, his arm was held down by Jiang Nanjun, and he advised: "Xuanluo, at this moment of life and death, my brother can't fall no matter what! Tong'er said that the method is feasible, you must be bold to give it a try. In case I get lost again and refuse to take the medicine, you must force me, and you must not care about it!"

"Brother...... "How could Ling Xuanluo let him fall like a meteor?" but he asked for this, which made him feel at a loss.

Jiang Nanjun didn't allow him to hesitate, and continued: "The continuation of the brain veins is of course extremely risky, but as long as you forget that I am your brother when you renew the veins, and only treat me as an ordinary person that you are not familiar with, but can be rescued by yourself, you will definitely be able to eliminate distracting thoughts." Ling Xuanluo, please remember one sentence and keep repeating it in your heart: The battle of the Six Realms is not over, Jiangnan Zimo can't fall!"

Ling Xuanluo stared at him intently, and found that when he said this, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he couldn't tell at all that he was a patient who might have a brain breakdown at any time and fall into a vegetative state.

"This world needs Brother Jiangnan, not just for the Six Realms War? There are also the millions of male masters of the demon clan and the people of that clan, as well as Aunt Feng who is waiting for the Jiangnan family in Yuhang, and me...... In short, no matter what, you have to live well, and you are not allowed to leave us!"

Thinking fiercely in his heart, his face was extremely calm, he only nodded, and repeated softly according to his request: "The battle of the Six Realms is not over, Jiangnan Zimo must not fall ......"

There was still some time before swallowing the original incense pill for the second time, and Jiang Nanjun explained to Ling Xuanluo in detail the eight-character battle policy jointly formulated with the Ghost District, as well as the battle strategy of the Five Mountains Battle.

After listening, Ling Xuanluo suddenly fell silent, and his expression was extremely strange. Jiang Nanjun was taken aback, and hurriedly asked with concern: "Xuanluo, what's wrong with you? Is the battle plan inappropriate, or are you unwell?"

Ling Xuanluo was still silent, only cautiously put his hand into his arms and took out a thick letter.