"You don't believe me?"

Yan Huang glared in surprise.

Ji Jiufang smiled rarely.

"You believe it?"

He asked rhetorically.

"Why doesn't the old man believe it?!" Yan Huang was a little aggrieved, retorted as if he was making trouble, and glanced at Ji Jiufang in his heart, and then threw away Ji Jiufang, carefully put the departure in place, and planned to continue to heal her.

After injecting some spiritual power into Liluo, he gently turned her over and took a look.

The wound is largely healed.

"It's okay, it's almost!"

Yan Huang muttered a little fearfully.

Then he sighed frequently, and his slightly dry eye sockets began to redden.

Ji Jiufang was already stunned.

Although the wound on her back was half healed, it was still shocking and terrifying, and it was not until he saw this wound that he suddenly remembered that while slapping himself in the mouth, she had a similar back-scratching movement.

It turns out that it's feeding yourself blood?!

No wonder his memory started from her "slapping his mouth"!

"Hurt like this, and jump so high......"

Ji Jiufang complained, and his voice was extremely low.

The heart that had been hard for more than ten years suddenly softened an inch, and the feeling of déjà vu hit my heart again, lingering, entangled, and unwilling to retreat for a long time.

He couldn't help but step forward and crouch down gently beside her.

fingers, slowly caressing around the wound.

What just happened?

Could it be that he is in the magic again?

Yes, Ji Fu heard that he mentioned his biological mother and insulted him, he must have fallen into the devil.

I'm afraid this time is not light.

Because according to the description of the Yan Desolation, this time it was not only the earth fire restlessness, the volcanic eruption, but even the heavenly fire hidden in the burning array actually appeared.

But he had seizures before and did not lose his memory.

This time, he lost his memory......

There were also the previous palpitations, the kind of uneasiness that was about to be cut off, as if it had appeared once or twice when she knew that she was humiliated.

Is it because of this whiplash?

Looking at this injury, if no one helps me, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a quarter of an hour, and I'm going to die, right?

So who arrived at the first time and saved her?

Can't remember at all!

Ji Jiufang frowned a little painfully.

Yan Huang, who was staring at the side, stared at him, frightened and frightened, not knowing what to say in order to interrupt such an inappropriate move.

Thinking that although the wound of the apprentice was healed, he had lost too much blood, and he was injured by a magic weapon, and he had to replenish his spiritual power, Yan Huang, who was born as a Dan master, wanted to open the furnace for alchemy, and said that refining would be refined, and he was very anxious.

"Is there anything else going on?"

Yan Huang hung a smirk, and the tone of the chase was very obvious.

Ji Jiufang came back to his senses and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"It's gone."

"Then, I'll send the son out?"

Yan Huang's smile exaggerated a point.

It's also more fake.

Ji Jiufang's face turned cold.

"Not necessarily." He stood up as he spoke, and before going out, he said, "Take good care of her." ”

Then he teleported out.

Inside the Pavilion.

Yan Huang frowned, and looked at Liluo with complicated eyes.

After hesitating, he sighed, used his spiritual power to re-cut a small opening in the finger that had been cut before he left, and then took out a small vial, filled it with a few drops of blood, and sealed the wound again.

Then he got up and walked to the fire.

The blood dripped in.

The flames of the earth fire rose up, making an unwilling roar.

Even the volcano of Blazing Beacon Mountain began to roar.

Wanyang Valley blew up again, and everyone rushed out again, and Ji Jiufang, who had just come out of the valley, turned his head in shock, staring in the direction of Yanlu, unable to take his eyes off for a long time.

There was a wisp of hatred that held him there.

He felt it.