Chapter Seventy-Four: Memories of Floating Life

Han Xuan's intuition told him that Yi Zitang had already discovered his daughter's body, and he felt that his hair was scattered and his clothes were wet, no matter who he was, he would find out!

"Presumptuous ......" Han Xuan, who came back from his fright, raised his hand and gave Yi Zitang a slap, glaring at him angrily, Yi Zitang didn't know that Han Xuan would wake up so coincidentally, and he was a little unwilling after being slapped, he touched his face that had been beaten by Han Xuan, and when he turned around, he saw that Han Xuan's face was flushed, like a big girl.

Yi Zitang: I'm giving you a ferry, how do you know that you just woke up, I really don't know the hearts of good people.

Yi Zitang knew that he was wrong, but he still defended himself without blushing and heartbeat, the so-called reason is not straightforward and strong, if he admits that he has a little rude thoughts about Han Xuan, he will definitely die.

"It's over...... I must have fallen into the evil spirit, why do I feel the urge to bully him as soon as I see him? ”

Yi Zitang shook his head a little slightly, and there was a desire to taste Han Xuan's sweetness in his heart, and there was also a person very similar to Han Xuan in his mind, but it was a woman, after coming up from the water, he also had a sense of déjà vu when he faced Han Xuan again, why is this?

Han Xuan kneaded his head, which was still a little painful, and sat up slowly, he looked sideways at Yi Zitang, the face that appeared in his mind suddenly made him feel so painful in his heart,

"What did you do to me?" Han Xuan suddenly grabbed Yi Zitang's clothes and stared at him angrily, the pictures that appeared in his mind were too real, he started those strange pictures in his mind after seeing Yi Zitang's eyes, he felt that Yi Zitang must have done something.

"You...... What else can I do to you? Yi Zitang thought that Han Xuan was talking about him kissing him, his masculine face was a little embarrassed, and he hurriedly looked at Han Xuan with a smile sincerely, in fact, his heart was trembling when he was already afraid.

Seeing Yi Zitang's appearance, Han Xuan's slender arm trembled, feeling that Yi Zitang must have something to hide from him, he raised his palm high, wanting to give Yi Zitang some color, he wanted to force Yi Zitang, but his palm couldn't go down, as if there was a force to stop him, and that power actually came from his own heart, and he didn't want to do it in his heart.

"He really didn't do anything to himself? But...... Why is he in my non-existent memories? ”

Han Xuan put down his arm very weakly, let go of the hand that was holding him, the whole person's spirit didn't look very good, Yi Zitang was taken aback by his reaction, he really didn't mean it, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, he was messed up when he saw him, even when he tricked himself out for the first time, he went up and caught him without thinking about anything, and he was cautious as if he was afraid that he would be injured.

"I'm sorry! I ......"

When Han Xuan raised his head, he happened to meet Yi Zitang's eyes, those eyes as deep as a secluded pool locked his eyes, looking at himself tenderly, but that feeling was not from Yi Zitang himself, it was those eyes that poured out all their tenderness.

"Why do you have to apologize? Why? It's clear that he insulted himself."

Han Xuan felt that his head was getting more and more painful, there were too many questions to talk about, and he didn't have the slightest understanding, he had a strange and familiar feeling in his heart about Yi Zitang in front of him, as if he owed him something.

"What's wrong with you?" Yi Zitang saw that Han Xuan had been frowning and looking very uncomfortable, he was a little worried, and reached out to try Han Xuan's cheek, it was not hot, but it was very cold and a little wet.

To Yi Zitang's surprise, Han Xuan didn't dodge his hand, but rubbed his palm very gently, he looked at the half of the pink little face like a lost soul, this feeling was too familiar, it didn't seem to be the first time to do such an action.

Han Xuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, he suddenly raised his head, two lines of tears quietly flowed, his eyes were like burned jade, revealing bursts of mist, Yi Zitang seemed to be afraid of these tears, and he was caught off guard for a while, raising his sleeve to wipe his tears for him.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I crying? Yi Zitang, what did you do to me? ”

Han Xuan shouted in his heart, resisting such a self in his heart, but his body didn't seem to obey his own will, and insisted on sticking to Yi Zitang, Yi Zitang could give him a sense of security, and this feeling made him feel at ease and relied on him wholeheartedly.

"Han Xuan, who are you? Why do I get so curious? ”

Yi Zitang wiped the tears on Han Xuan's face, his slender fingers stroked his half of the mask, the lines on it circulated between his fingers, and suddenly there was an urge to take it off, Yi Zitang's fingers trembled slightly, and he gently put it on top of the mask, and his other hand reached behind Han Xuanyue's head, untying the straps of the mask, and with his movements, Han Xuan's eyes suddenly became cold.

"No, I can't let him see my face, I can't ......" Han Xuan struggled desperately in his heart, but his body was still stiff and couldn't move at all, even if he wanted to say something, his throat seemed to be stuck in something.

The frenulum of the mask was loosened, and the mask began to slide down a little, Han Xuan's eyes were a little expectant and a little pleading, that is, he hoped that he would see his true self and hoped that he would let himself go, Yi Zitang's hand paused, and his eyes were hesitant.

The surroundings were very quiet, the breeze was light, Yi Zitang took a deep breath, and waited expectantly for the face under the mask, just at the moment when the mask was about to be taken away by Yi Zitang, a hand that suddenly appeared out of nowhere quickly took Han Xuan away, the man turned his back to Yi Zitang, he held Han Xuan with one hand, snatched the mask from Yi Zitang's hand with the other, and quickly put the mask back on Han Xuan's face.

The man turned his head and stared at Yi Zitang angrily, he was covered with a black veil, Yi Zitang couldn't see his appearance, he could only see from his figure that he was a man, slender and straight, wearing a light-colored corset, stepping on silver embroidered boots, Yi Zitang saw a strong murderous aura and embankment from his eyes.

"Who is this man? What did he appear in? ”

Yi Zitang looked at the empty hand, feeling a little lost, his heart was cold, he always felt that his precious person had been taken away, he knew very well that he shouldn't have this kind of thought, but this feeling just came from his heart.

At this moment, Han Xuan also had the same problem, he kneaded his forehead that was getting more and more painful, and looked at this mysterious person with a puzzled face, this mysterious person seemed to be very familiar with him, but he didn't have any impression of him, even if it was a flashing picture, but no.

The mysterious man gently helped Han Xuan put on a mask, his slender fingers wiped his pink lips, a thick anger spread on him, Han Xuan stood in front of him and let him be so presumptuous to himself.

"Damn, he dared to touch you!"

The mysterious man suddenly let out a low anger, and the strength of wiping his lip flap also increased, and the place where his fingers moved was full of his residual warmth, Han Xuan was startled, from the moment this mysterious person appeared, he had already begun to dizzy, and he couldn't accept the sudden occurrence of so many things, Han Xuan felt physically and mentally exhausted, and fell down in a daze.

The moment Han Xuan fell, Yi Zitang and the mysterious man stretched out their arms to pick him up at the same time, but Yi Zitang still failed, the mysterious man not only caught Han Xuan, but also stopped him, the speed was extremely high, which was beyond his reach.

Yi Zitang looked at the mysterious man holding Han Xuan, there was an inexplicable anger in his heart, his hands trembled, he wanted to snatch Han Xuan from his arms, even if it would be misunderstood, he just didn't want to see the man approaching Han Xuan, and he didn't allow a single step.

"Yi Zitang, you promised me that I wouldn't go out in front of her again, do you want to break your word?"

The mysterious man turned around and said a word when he passed by Yi Zitang with Han Xuan, Yi Zitang's whole body trembled, as if something was blocked in his heart, and even breathing became more and more difficult, he covered his chest and leaned on the rockery, but his eyes were still watching the back of the mysterious man leaving the courtyard.

"You know me?" Yi Zitang's trembling voice crossed the rockery flowers and entered the ears of the mysterious man, he stopped in his footsteps, but did not answer Yi Zitang's question, looked down at the person in his arms, and saw that her brows were furrowed, her breathing was short, and the feeling of uneasiness spread in her heart.

The most elegant cabin in the cold house, the glimmer shines into the house through the window, Han Xuan lying on the bed has changed into a set of clean clothes, the mysterious person sitting next to the bed is frowning, the table next to the bed is lit with a box of excellent sandalwood, the faint fragrance overflows the whole room, the mysterious person has been holding Han Xuan's hand, the eyes exposed outside the black gauze are a little crimson, the sword eyebrows are picturesque, and the forehead is like a jade carving.

Yi Zitang stood outside the window and looked at the man, just now I always felt that this yard was weird, there was no spring color before the courtyard, and even the previous bridge had changed, as if no one had come back for many years, the most incredible thing was that Han Xuan's house was full of noble daughter's Zhilan incense, newly embroidered veils, and traces of re-tidying, but this courtyard was indeed a cold house.

"What do you want to know?"

The people in the room suddenly opened their mouths, Yi Zitang outside the window was a little nervous, he hesitated, and before he could say anything, the person had already walked out of the house, looking at him with some fear, afraid that he would disturb the people in the house.

"I know him, don't I?"

Yi Zitang's gaze finally moved from the window to the door, and looked at the person very seriously, the two did have a sense of déjà vu, although they were familiar, they seemed to be a little hostile, and the two were wary of each other.

"Why don't you ask your heart?"

The mysterious man turned around and looked at the confused Yi Zitang, his clear and crimson eyes evoked a little picture in Yi Zitang's mind, just a fleeting picture, the picture of Han Xuan and himself, and this strange picture, both blurry and clear.

"Look at yourself, look at her, don't you notice what's wrong?"

The mysterious man smiled coldly and looked at Yi Zitang meaningfully.