Shui Yanxi finally decided to come over to Shushan Xianmen for help, in fact, there was a reason, he was not only afraid in his heart now, but also had deep despair.

He felt that he was terminally ill and dying.

He had no choice but to come over to Shushan Xianmen for help, and the dead horse was a live horse doctor.

Since the last time Shui Yanxi and Mingyue parted in the Eight Kings' Mansion of Fengluan Kingdom, a few months have passed in a hurry.

Three months ago, Shui Yanxi had a major attack of head disease.

That time, he had a headache and vomited wildly, and then even fainted, and it took him a day and a night before he woke up.

On the very day he fainted, he had a strange dream.

He dreamed of a log cabin.

The chalet is hidden in the mountains, surrounded by primeval forests and towering trees.

There was a peach tree behind the cabin, and the peach blossoms were scorching and blooming. In front of it is a medicinal field, green and gratifying.

He turned into a snow-white nine-tailed white fox, wagging nine tails, standing in the wooden house, smirking and selling cuteness in front of a stunning girl.

The stunning girl looked back, her facial features were delicate and beautiful, her complexion was crystal clear, her eyes were radiant, she was smiling, she was cute and cute, and she was actually the appearance of the bright moon.

He was stunned for a moment, why did he dream of the bright moon?

Could it be that he once promised her that he would dismiss his concubine to marry her, so he thought about it and dreamed about it every day?

However, the girl looks like Bright Moon, and it doesn't seem to be Bright Moon, her name is Fluttershy.

He doesn't know why the girl is called Fluttershy, but he knows that she is called Fluttershy.

Fluttershy turns around, hugs the little white fox, and sneers, "Silly fox, my leg injury is finally healed, I'll help you unwrap the gauze today." ”

The little white fox smiled and stretched out its paws, and the girl held it gently......

He felt a sharp pain in his head, and instantly came to his senses.

His head was still dizzy, his body seemed to be floating in the air, and the illusion of an out-of-body soul made him stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Wu Xian stood beside him and shouted in surprise: "The young master is awake!" Young master, you have been in a coma for a day and a night. ”

A group of beautiful maids and concubines pounced on him, surrounded him in the middle, and cried with joy.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, Shui Motian sighed: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up." Wu'er, I want to go to Shushan as soon as possible and ask Elder Yaomenjiang to help treat my head disease. ”

Facing this group of enthusiastic concubines, Shui Yanxi suddenly felt so bored, even deeply disgusted, this feeling was unprecedented before.

What the hell is wrong with you?

On the day and night when he was in a coma, why did he dream of the nine-tailed white fox and the girl who looked exactly like Mingyue?

Shui Yanxi is unknown.

Ten days later, he suffered another head attack, and then he fell into a coma again.

This time he was in a coma for a longer time, as long as ten days.

During these ten days, he began to have strange dreams again.

In the dream, he became a different person.

That person is in a black robe, with boundless demonic power and peerless elegance, and his whole body exudes the momentum of the world.

Although that person looks exactly the same as Shui Yanxi, Shui Yanxi is very sure that that person is definitely not herself.

So who is the man in the black robe?

Shui Yanxi thought like this, and suddenly felt that he was standing on a cliff resolutely, and shouted loudly in his unfamiliar voice: "Fuxi Lao'er, they bully the more and kill the innocent indiscriminately, and if there is a kind, come and kill the deity." ”

The wind and clouds are changing, the north wind is howling, and he is so desperate.

The scene changed in an instant, and the surroundings suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

And he was struggling in a raging sea of fire.

The heart-rending pain, the helpless and hopeless pain, as if the original spirit is about to be roasted, makes life worse than death.

He felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred, and just as he was in pain and about to die, a stunning girl flew from a distance with a sword, jumped into the fire desperately, and held him in her arms.

The girl sadly calls, "Ruthless, Fluttershy has come to her rescue." ”

The girl's body, head, and face were on fire, and she burned in front of him like a burning man.

She was on fire

Flame, who looks poignant and resolute, the girl cries, "Ruthless, up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, Fluttershy will accompany her." Fluttershy sacrifices her Primordial Spirits to protect them from harm...... I love ......."

He tried to reach out and hold her, but she was instantly reduced to ashes. A tear that flowed down the girl's face was never seen again as the ashes drifted into the void.

He hears himself screaming in a heartbreak, "Fluttershy, don't ......"

The fire grew stronger, and he felt his body melt and finally turn into ashes, floating in the void.

And his primordial spirit was sealed in a huge furnace, scorched and tormented by the huge fire day and night......

Day after day, year after year, day and night, never-ending.

Until his memory gradually became blurred, and his primordial spirit was shattered.

The purgatory-like pain made him miserable, and life was worse than death.

The never-ending pain, the raging fire around him, made his consciousness gradually blur.

……

Shui Yanxi's headache was like a pinprick in a needle, and he couldn't help but spurt out a lot of blood. He awoke suddenly from the pain, his thoughts still lingering with the desperate pain of his dreams, and he felt his heart ache so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his headache seemed to crack.

"Ahh He couldn't help but hold his head and howl in pain, his body was dripping with sweat because of the pain, as if he had been soaked in water, and his handsome face was distorted by the pain.

I don't know how long it took for him to slowly come to his senses.

When Shui Yanxi woke up, the concubines around him were crying one by one, and their eyes were red and swollen, and even his father Shui Motian's eyes were red.

This time, he was in a coma for ten whole days.

Shui Motian said: "Wu'er, set off immediately and go to Shushan for help, I'm worried that if it goes on like this, my life will be short." ”

Shui Yanxi said in a weak voice: "Father, when I am cured of my head disease, I am going to marry Mingyue." ”

Shui Motian choked up and said, "I promise everything, as long as I can cure my head disease." ”

Shui Yanxi raised for a few more days, then came to Shushan Xianmen for help, and asked the elders of Shushan Xianmen to help him treat his head disease.

It's just that Elder Jiang died just before he arrived, but fortunately, Mingyue also knew the art of acupuncture.

And Shui Yanxi's head attack became more and more severe, and sometimes, as if he had lost consciousness, he couldn't even recognize the people around him.

Shui Yanxi's heart was horrified, the symptoms that were sometimes good and sometimes bad, sometimes sober, sometimes vague, became more and more obvious, and the attacks became more and more frequent.

Shui Yanxi felt as if his life was short, and he suddenly felt a deep despair.

What he feared in his heart was that even if he did heal his head disease in the end, would he still be him?

Will he become a different person?

For example, the black-robed man in the dream?

Thinking of this, Shui Yanxi's heart was filled with a deep sense of despair and powerlessness.

At that time, will he still recognize his beloved Mingyue?

At that time, will he still be able to ask to marry Mingyue?

At that time, will he still be able to give her happiness?

Until one day came, he deeply realized what life is better than death.

One day, he was chatting with his concubines when he suddenly lost consciousness.

No, no, no, not unconscious.

Rather, he suddenly didn't feel his presence, but felt that he had become a different person.

How to say it, the body is still his body, and the soul seems to be no longer his.

Yan Ji was snuggling in his arms at that time, helping him peel grapes and feed them into his mouth one by one.

The other concubines stood by him, waiting around him, on the one hand, to prevent him from falling ill suddenly, and on the other hand, everyone guarded him.

As soon as Yan Ji fed the grapes into his mouth, he saw Shui Yanxi's expression stagnant, and her face suddenly became gloomy and cold.

The pair of watery peach blossom eyes that were originally affectionate suddenly emitted a cold and arrogant momentum that looked at the world, and the back was even more lonely and cold, and the whole body exuded an indifferent and arrogant atmosphere that refused to be used for thousands of miles and was not allowed to enter.

Yan Ji was so frightened that she suddenly stood up from his arms, and asked in a trembling voice, "Young, young master?" ”

However, the man stood up

Come, the posture is high-spirited and outstanding, the peach blossom eyes glanced indifferently at the glamorous concubine in front of him, and the handsome face showed deep disgust.

All the concubines were stunned by the huge momentum of the person in front of them, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of them in a daze, dumbfounded and speechless.

Is this person still Shui Yanxi, their young master?

Although the person looks exactly the same, the person is still the same person, but the temperament and breath of the whole person are completely different from another stranger.

The man seemed to have just woken up from his slumber, and his handsome face showed a confused look, he stretched out his hand to look at it carefully, and stretched his stiff body again, looking a little foggy and a little funny.

However, no one at the scene could laugh at this funny appearance.

The concubines had only deep fear and worry.

Wu Xian rushed over when he heard the news, and when he saw Shui Yanxi's appearance, his face showed ecstasy, his lips trembled, and he knelt down on the spot with a "plop", and shouted in his mouth: "Zun, Zun, is it you?" ”

The concubines were so frightened that they knelt down one after another, and they all raised their heads and looked at the lonely and arrogant man in front of them.

The man seemed to be a little distracted and a little confused, looking at Wu Xian who was kneeling on the ground in a daze, with a contemplative and confused expression on his face.

Wu Xian choked and said, "Your Excellency, I, I am Wu Xian, you, do you remember?" ”

The man frowned slightly, as if he was trying his best to recall the ancient past, and muttered, "Wu Xian?" Who is Wu Xian? Who am I? ”

The concubines looked at each other, with terrified expressions on their faces, and even some of the concubines couldn't help sobbing on the spot because they were too worried.

Could it be that this young master is crazy because he has lost his heart? Why don't you even know Wu Xian?

Yan Ji asked in a trembling voice: "Husband, I, I am Yan Ji, you, do you remember me?" ”

The man just glanced at Yan Ji blankly, his eyes were cold, there was no joy, Yan Ji's heart trembled, and tears suddenly rolled down from her beautiful face, looking pitiful.

Wu Xian looked at the man, and the man's momentum was exactly the same as the previous one, but why couldn't he remember the past?

Is it too long ago to forget?

Or did you refine it in that furnace for too long and lose your previous memory?

Wu Xian comforted himself that as long as he could be reborn, then everything would be fine.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, calmed down the excitement in his heart, and just wanted to speak, but the man in front of him fell straight down, Yan Ji was the first to react, rushed up, and helped the man before he fell to the ground.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"Quick, quick, quick, the young master is unconscious again."

"Husband, what's wrong? Don't scare me. ”

……

The concubines helped Shui Yanxi to the bed, and after half an hour, he woke up and turned around, looking at everyone in confusion.

Yan Ji cautiously asked, "Husband, what happened to you just now?" ”

Shui Yanxi shook her drowsy head and said in a hoarse voice: "I was eating grapes, and suddenly I lost consciousness, did I faint again?" How long was this coma? ”

Yan Ji heard this, with a frightened expression on her face, she glanced at Wu Xian, however, Wu Xian's face was pale and she shook her head gently.

Yan Ji bit her lip and smiled reluctantly: "Husband, you ...... just now He was in a coma for half an hour. ”

A concubine next to her interjected: "Husband, you were standing there just now, why don't you know us?" I don't even know Wu Xian anymore, what's wrong with you? "Yan Ji is waiting to stop it, it's too late.

Shui Yanxi listened to the concubine's words, her face suddenly turned pale, a burst of sweat broke out on her forehead, her eyes became misty and painful, but she didn't say anything.

He wondered bitterly, was that moment really coming?

Before he lost consciousness, he felt that he was forcibly squeezed out by another primordial god, as if he had been robbed of his ability to act in an instant.

Is his own primordial spirit really going to leave this body?

No, he is unwilling, he is unwilling, he wants to fight for the initiative of this body, he must not give up!