Lu Jian didn't know what Mao was talking about, and looking at her appearance, she must have misunderstood herself. He probed Mao's pulse and couldn't help frowning. Her heart and lungs are very weak, and she seems to have suffered some great trauma. Seeing that Ah Mao's consciousness was gradually withdrawn, Lu Jian knew that it was not appropriate to delay, so he picked up Ah Mao and walked towards the inner hall......

The encounter in life is so wonderful, one moment it was still a sin immortal that everyone shouted and beaten, but the next moment it became a god admired by everyone, and he lived in the unattainable Shangshen Treasure Palace. I have to say that the luck of this girl is really good.

But this seems to be just the thoughts of others, and at this time, Hongluan, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, had a sad face.

Lu Jian asked her to come over to take care of Shigeru, and she was also a little shocked at first, thinking that the god had restored his memories as Changya. But when she saw Shigeru's dull eyes, she couldn't help but feel a wave of pity.

Outside the window, the sky was faintly bright, and the distant sky was faintly orange, and the stars were faintly recognizable, but in the increasingly vivid orange, they gradually lost the unique brilliance of the night.

Hongluan put down the already cold medicinal soup and looked out the window. He sighed heavily.

It's been three days, and Amao is sitting curled up like this, staring at the brocade quilt on the bed in a daze, not talking, not drinking medicine, and being in a daze all day.

Lu Jian didn't seem to care about this, but he would come to see her routinely every day, and he would leave immediately.

Speaking of this eccentric god, Hongluan was also shocked by his identity at the beginning. She remembered that when she first saw Chang Ya, she thought this person was very familiar, but she didn't delve into her suspicions, and it wasn't until not long ago that she learned that the reason why she felt that Chang Ya was familiar was because he was Lu Zhudao Jun, and his portrait was enshrined in the main hall of the Shangshen Treasure Hall.

Hongluan gently brushed the broken hair scattered in front of Ah Mao's forehead, and couldn't bear to say, "Ah Mao, wake up, Chang Yata...... It's gone. If you are like this, Mo Xue will feel distressed when she sees it. ”

Shigeru didn't say a word, still as quiet as a sculpture.

Seeing that it didn't work, Hongluan said, "Mao, you can't ......"

"Sister, you don't have to persuade me, I understand what you want to say." Ah Mao suddenly moved his somewhat stiff back, and said: "The previous Chang Ya was the amnesiac Lu Pressure, and the current Lu Pressure is the Amnesiac Chang Ya. ”

Hongluan was a little confused, what did Mao want to express?

"They're the same person, the only difference is that they have different memories. Since Lu Jian can lose his memory and become Changya, he will definitely find a way to restore his memory. ”

"Amao, that's just your wishful thinking, he is a god, not an ordinary person who can be swayed by us in three or two sentences." Hongluan explained helplessly, seeing that Ah Mao didn't listen to her words at all, he simply stopped mentioning Chang Ya's matter, picked up the cold medicine on the side, got up and said with a smile: "This medicine is cold, I'll go change another bowl." ”

"Sister!" Mao suddenly stopped Hongluan, who was about to go out, and she pursed her chapped lips, as if she was making some major decision, "Tell me the truth, my body ...... How long can it last? ”

Hongluan looked at Mao with some astonishment, completely unsure of how to respond. This reaction changed to a different meaning in Shigeru's eyes: it seemed that she would not live long.

Shigeru chuckled indifferently, "Ten years? Five years? A year? Is it really not going to live long? But I still have a lot of unfinished work to do, I want to find the Linglong Tower, I want to save my mother, as for Chang Ya...... Forget it, how can I take care of him as a dying person......"

At that time, on the Apocalypse Terrace, she was almost certain that Chang Ya must be standing in a corner that she couldn't see. But why did things get to this point? It was something she hadn't even expected. She used to hate and resent. Chang Ya's refusal to save her has long become a pimple in her heart, even if she is willing to believe that there may be another hidden truth behind it, but now Chang Ya is no stranger to her, and his thoughts have long been impossible to prove.

What the hell was he thinking? Shigeru was shocked by the question that popped up in his mind.

Shigeru suddenly felt that he actually knew too little about him. She just simply likes him, simply standing in her own perspective, speculating about his thoughts. Perhaps, she never guessed correctly, maybe there is an insurmountable gap between them, perhaps, they are not suitable.

She suddenly stopped hating, hating a person with amnesia, it was really a thing with no sense of accomplishment. Some people may think that she is weak, but she doesn't want to be entangled like this anymore, she doesn't hate him, and she can't forgive him. So, let's let it all end today.

Shigeru's eyes were calm, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Let's wrap it up! In her lifetime, she solemnly said goodbye to him, and from then on, she forgot about each other in the rivers and lakes, ending this fate that should not have happened.

The morning sun was born, and the upper god Lu pressure that entered against the light blocked the dawn that should have been sprinkled in front of Mao Mao.

When Hongluan saw Lu Quan, he saluted respectfully, holding the untouched medicinal soup, and was about to walk out, but was stopped by Lu Jian waving his hand. Hongluan raised his head and looked at him inexplicably.

"Medicine." Lu Press's face was pale, and he cherished words like gold. Hongluan didn't want to touch his brow, so he didn't say anything, gave him the medicine, looked at the distracted Mao worriedly, lowered his eyes and retreated.

"You want to know how long you'll live?"

The indifferent voice made Ah Mao startled, and she suddenly turned her head, only to find that she and Lu Jian were the only ones left in the room, and Hongluan was long gone.

"With your current situation, you will die at any time, this medicine is made of 10,000-year-old water lilies in the Liuqing Pond, it is the treasure of life, if you don't drink it, do you want to die faster?" The bowl in Lu Press's hand was full of red light, and after a while, the red light disappeared, and the medicinal soup in the bowl was steaming. He smiled with satisfaction and reached out to hand the medicine to Amao.

Ah Mao looked at the small celadon bowl with the fragrance of medicine, and replied lightly: "My body is not hard to worry about, please forgive me if I have a lot of trouble." Instead of taking his medicine, she got out of bed and staggered to the door.

"It seems that you really don't want Nuwa Stone, so ...... I won't be far away! Lu Jian didn't see a trace of anger on his face, he just put down the medicine bowl and sat on the couch with a leisurely butt.

Ah Mao's footsteps paused, she was angry in her heart, but she couldn't attack, whether it was Chang Ya or Lu Press, this man could always easily control her, so that she had no choice.

She was heartbroken, stomped her feet and turned around, walked in front of Lu Quan, spread her hands, and said coldly: "Nuwa stone return me!" ”

Lu Jian didn't even look at her, and pointed to the bowl on the table, "Drink the medicine first!" ”

"Give me Nuwa Stone first!"

"Didn't I make my words clear? First! Drink! Medicine! ”