"Tinglan Gou, An Ning, what the hell happened, why can't I remember it at all?!"

Meng Yi felt that his head hurt as if it had exploded, and he held his head and shook violently.

Sang Xia, who was sitting next to the sofa, was startled, and hurriedly ran over and grabbed Meng Yi's hand with his feet. Meng Yi turned around and stumbled into the backyard with messy steps.

"Meng Yi, Meng Yi!" Fu Su San stepped over and grabbed Meng Yi's arm, broke his hands off, and saw his bloodshot eyes turned red.

"Uncle Meng, what's wrong, what is this?" Sang Xia was shocked and worried, his big eyes full of distress.

"I can't remember, I can't remember, where am I?" Meng Yi patted his head in pain, "An Ning, I'm sorry, An Ning, I'm sorry..."

"Fusu, how can this be, Uncle Meng..."

"It's okay, don't worry" The spiritual power poured into Meng Yi's skull, and after a while, Meng Yi calmed down.

Meng Yi held the Tinglan hook tightly in his hand, and a trace of strangeness flashed in Fusu's eyes, "Meng Yi, give me the dagger." ”

Seeing that he was clenching very tightly, he slowed down his tone and said, "Show me a look, and return it to you immediately, come, leave it to me." ”

Slowly letting go of her hand, Sang Xia tugged at her heart, she looked at the two of them very worriedly, for fear that the dagger in the middle of the pull would stab someone again.

After all, there was a red fire on it, and it wasn't an ordinary dagger at first glance.

Why not an ordinary dagger?

It used to be an extremely ordinary hand, but it was just a self-defense object that the Khan had ordered the craftsman to give to the princess of the steppe. Why is it so extraordinary?

Fusu let go of Meng Yi, who was still in a trance, after calming down, and stared at the Tinglan Gou in his hand to examine it carefully.

Sure enough, he found a red mark on the tip of the blade wrapped in red light.

It wasn't red light, it wasn't fire, it was bloodstains hidden in the red.

Fusu picked up the dagger and slashed lightly on his fingertips, and suddenly, a fresh wound opened.

He looked at the wound on his fingertip, and he had a feeling that he hadn't seen it in a long time. And this wound seems to prove something.

Sang Xia looked at the wound, and stepped forward with a light snort and held it down with his hand, "How can this be?!!!

She was so shocked, Fusu couldn't be injured, she knew this, but right now, there was still a slight oozing blood...

"How can this be ?!!?"

Under the effect of Fusu's pure spiritual power, Meng Yi, who was stunned for a while, completely sobered up at this time, and looked at the injury in Fusu's hand in disbelief.

In addition to the shock, the things that were struggling in the soul gradually began to emerge.

"Tranquility. It is the blood of tranquility. Tinglan hooked with the blood of tranquility. Fusu frowned and sighed.

"An Ning, how could it be? stained with An Ning's blood?"

Meng Yi half-lowered his head and looked at his hands, and then looked at the thin blade.

The sudden body involuntarily fell forward, and a thunderclap sounded in his head, which exploded in his mind and body, and the sparks that splashed ignited the sea of memory.

He snorted in pain, then cried out, "Anning, why? it's me? It's me! Anning..."

Kuiwei's body suddenly collapsed as if it had been pulled out of the skeleton, and he fell to his knees. He stared at his hands and saw the blood pouring out of his palms staining everything in front of him.

Fusu hugged Sang Xia's slightly trembling body tightly, his heart moved, and the 'Mo Jian Boundary' opened silently.

Even if Meng Yi went crazy at this time, it was impossible to startle the night, even the nearest Mingtang couldn't hear the movement here.

This is a private matter, a tragedy under the sky of Great Qin, and a secret that Meng Yi himself does not want to remember.

The people on the ground suddenly looked up, their eyes red as they looked at the starless night sky, and it was gloomy.

He remembered that it was a starry night, and the stars in the sky were so bright......

"Not good" Fusu reacted quickly, raised his right hand and stretched out his palm, and the wisps of golden silk spiritual power weaved a ball of light like a cocoon to enclose Meng Yi.

"Meng Yi, don't go crazy!"

Sansha let go of his other hand and quietly stepped aside without disturbing.

She is not afraid, but unbearable and distressed, Meng Yi treats her like her own child, no matter what he becomes, she will not be afraid.

In a corner on the second floor of Runlu, a cloud of light like a nebula floated in front of Fusu. [Easter Egg: Full Moon Night]

The light shattered like a pile of stars, quickly piecing together into a halfling form.

At the same time, a small crystal clear bead slipped out of the body of the halfling, and with a flick of Fusu's left hand, the bead burrowed into the cocoon.

After a while, Meng Yi, who was holding his head and crying at his hands for a while, finally quieted down.

A beautiful light blue shadow in the beads surrounded Meng Yi, the red in his eyes gradually faded, and his hands with green muscles calmed down.

It wasn't until Meng Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head to the sky and exhaled a breath that everyone put their hearts down.

"Uncle" Sang Xia did not walk forward, only called softly.

After waiting for a while, I finally heard a low whimper. In the cocoon, the shoulders of the huge man twitched violently.

Sang Xia didn't know what was going on, but Meng Yi had never lost control like this, and he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and tears rolled down his big eyes.

Fusu glanced at the halfling, "Xu Xin, you retreat first." The latter floated back with the crystal bead back into a nebula, just as he had come.

Walking over and squatting down, knowing that Meng Yi was crying, Fusu didn't stop him, only reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"I remembered, all, remembered. Meng Yi knelt on the ground, his resolute face full of tears.

Seeing this scene, Sang Xia turned his head and reached out to wipe away the surging tears.

"Fusu, how can this be!"

"It can't be an ordinary blade that can hurt you and me, and upon closer inspection, I found that there were blood stains on the Tinglan hook. ”

"You and my current body, the only thing that can see the blood can only be stained with the blood of my loved ones, so it can only be peaceful. ”

Fusu picked up Meng Yi's decadent and weak body and shook his hand, "Meng Yi, Zhao Gao has repeatedly and deliberately reminded you that there must be a purpose. Don't fall for his tricks, forget what you forget. ”

Of course he knew that Meng Yi's memory must be related to his previous life, so why didn't he want to know?

But after thinking about it, Zhao Gao deliberately mentioned that this must be related to what he is trying to do! [Easter egg: eating melon]

Therefore, that lost memory, no matter what it involves, whether it is thought about or not, I am afraid it is all in Zhao Gao's calculations.

After thinking about it, everything was out of his control, which made Fusu feel extremely unhappy in his heart.

And this feeling made waves in the huge lake in Fusu's vast soul realm.

The tide is surging, and the soul of the emperor cypress tree overflows with bursts of light golden light, and it rolls away from the top of Runlu Mountain to hundreds of kilometers away......

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