Wu Xie silently accompanied the stuffy oil bottle, the information recorded by the pheromone of the snake here was also a real past, although he knew that he couldn't change anything, and he couldn't touch it, but Wu Xie still tried to put his hand on the back of his hand, wanting to tell him that I was still here.

Three days of silence, the stuffy oil bottle was like a stone, silently holding her hand, and Wu Xie stayed with him in a posture until they took her away completely.

Seeing Bai Ma completely disappear at the end of the corridor, all the gurus saluted the stuffy oil bottle and left, Wu Xie knew that this pheromone journey had basically come to an end.

"A year ago, my guru told me that I couldn't be a rock, that I had to make my mother feel my presence. She taught me to think, to miss, and it was the first and last gift my mom gave me, and it restored my heart that had been blinded by those people. The stuffy oil bottle muttered softly.

There was no one around here, the stuffy oil bottle's gaze fell on the end of the corridor, he said so much in one breath for the first time, but there was only Wu Xie who could hear it, and for a moment, Wu Xie seemed to feel that the stuffy oil bottle could feel his existence, but he felt incredible.

Three days later, when the bottle came to the stone, he habitually picked up the chisel and began to chisel it.

He didn't know what he was digging this thing for.

He chiseled a few times, and suddenly found the chisel in his hand and realized what he was doing. Almost at the same time, an irresistible pain in his heart welled up in his heart.

In the snow, he sat down and curled up in a ball.

Wu Xie looked at the sad stuffy oil bottle, his hand lightly crossed his shoulder, everything around him gradually turned into a white expanse, Wu Xie knew that he had read all the information about the snake from its pheromones.

The temple of the Trumpet Temple, the stone sculpture that is almost exactly as sad as the stuffy oil bottle, it turns out that it records the memory of this period of the past.

"Wu Xie, am I too bored." The sound of the stuffy oil bottle summoned Wu Xie back from his memories.

Wu Xie chuckled and looked at him and said, "Just don't be bored with me, little brother, let's go to deink once, right?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at him with some suspicion, did not object, and seemed to remember something in hindsight, and asked, "There are still things that have not been dealt with?" ”

Wu Xie shook his head and explained: "In the ten years that you have been away, I have another identity, and I know some things that I shouldn't know, but I'm not sure if you remember these things, and I didn't want to hide them from you. ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie and didn't speak, there was some confusion in his eyes, but after seeing Wu Xie hiding under the turtleneck shirt, that hideous scar, he chose unconditional trust.

"When are you going?" Stuffy Oil Bottle asked.

"Wait until May or June, I'll let Wang Meng prepare the equipment." Wu Xie thought for a moment and replied.

The stuffy oil bottle carefully recalled it in his mind, and made sure that there was no ancient tomb before asking, "Do you want to fight?" ”

Poof, Wu Xie couldn't help but squirt and explained, "It's to pay tribute to an elder." ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at him suspiciously, in his incomplete memory, he didn't search for the news about the Wu family ancestral hall, was he too unconcerned about Wu Xie before?

Wu Xie looked at the stuffy oil bottle with some guilty eyes, and knew that this guy with a delicate heart had taken the responsibility on himself again, in fact, there was no difference between his usual gaze, but Wu Xie could quickly interpret his mood fluctuations and inner changes from the subtle changes.