The little golden baby is smaller than Jairus, and the two play more like Jairus playing with it.

The muscles on Jiang Su's face regrow, and at this time, the new and old meat are intertwined, and the white scars in the middle are symmetrical lines on both sides, densely packed, like the exquisite cracks of porcelain firing.

She laughed breathlessly, and the more she laughed, the more she bowed her back until she finally crouched.

The position where she was squatting, opposite Jairi and Xiao Jinwa, her eyes were facing each other, the girl's grinning expression suddenly froze, she patted her head, and suddenly woke up:

"I haven't made alchemy yet???"

"And what did I do tonight??? Go bananas? Cachinnation? Eating meat? The girl's expression turned frightened for a moment, and then she turned her head and went back into the Dan room.

Fang Zhi saw Xiao Yixiu slip away and re-enter the dark house, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the girl's clothes, but at this time, the heartache suddenly intensified, like a sharp blade straight into the fifth intercostal space of his left sternum.

Cardiac arrest, and then spiritual power descends from the skull to relieve pain.

"I ...... Head. ”

Isn't there something wrong with my head, how can it be like this......

His chaotic consciousness was clear at this moment, and the intermittent memories of the sea of knowledge re-poured into the shattered place, and the sea of consciousness that had almost become dust was re-solidified into pieces, pieces into pieces, and silk threads were connected between the blocks.

The lotus root is broken.

His dark pupils gradually flashed pictures of the past, adding up to a lot.

"Fang Zhe, come on, what do you think of this, is this color tender and tender more suitable for your sister?" A rough and heavy voice suddenly asked.

"I think this color is more beautiful, it's very suitable, do you want to pick it too?" I think if you choose one as a gift, it might be more satisfying. A female voice as gentle as water sounded.

"Okay."

"I think the green one is more suitable for ......"

In a blur, he saw a little fluorescent light through the black mist, and the mottled light that pierced through the forest in the greenery hit his face.

"White robe...... Long white robe...... White robe," Fang looked into the distance blankly and whispered.

A long-haired woman in a white robe walked up to her with a doll in her arms, and next to her was a stout man nine feet tall who carefully bent over and held the woman's arm.

"Eh, madam, let me hug you, you just gave birth to this little girl, you can't let you be tired, let me come, let me come." The nine-foot man was also dressed in a white robe, his chest slightly open to reveal the looming lines and muscles.

The white-robed woman's eyes were like crescent moons, and she smiled helplessly at him after listening to the man's words, and then hugged the Y doll in her arms and was stunned to be a step away from the man.

"No," she shook her head, looked into the distance, and said softly.

"Xiao Zhe, why are you so nervous, look at the tips of your ears are red, this is my sister, little sister, come and see her, her little face is round, her hair hasn't grown a few times, and the water is ruthless."

The man who had been replaced with a small fold stepped forward slowly when he heard the sound, his hand constantly rubbing the long knife at his waist, clenching the handle of the knife from time to time, and the sweat in his palm cooled him with the breeze.

The man, who was also nine feet tall, walked in front of the white-robed woman, and the white-robed man and "Xiaozhen" surrounded the woman together, blocking the incoming breeze.

"Xiao Fold" gaze fell on the white cloth wrapped around the child in the woman's arms, and at the right time, the woman stretched out her hand and her slender fingers brushed away the white cloth.

When Fang Zhegang wanted to follow the "small fold" body to see the "doll" in the white cloth, everything behind the black mist turned into powder, and the breeze blew and disappeared.

"Sister ......"

"Doll ......"

Fang Fold repeated these two words in a lost mind, he thought that this memory should be his own, he was called Fang Fold, so "Little Fold " should be him.

But he couldn't see the face of "Xiao Zhe", and in the end, he didn't see the "sister" tightly wrapped in the white cloth. ”

"I have a sister...... So who are they, my parents? ”

"But I'm ...... I killed them. ”

Fang Zhe came all the way from the Eastern Regions, and he was confused all the way, sometimes remembering who he was, and sometimes like a puppet, holding a residual knife to scare away the crowd around him.

People are afraid of themselves, and the smell of blood on their bodies is like the smell of herbs to drive away the herds, driving people away.

Sometimes he was clear-headed and could tell which direction he was heading, and as he sat in the teahouse, he heard only two words that he remembered.

Square fold.

He only remembered his own name, and he only remembered himself.

The storyteller in the teahouse was shocked, and the noise disappeared for a while.

"Today. Let's talk about the fact that the largest sect in the Eastern Regions was wiped out overnight. As we all know, the largest immortal sect in the Eastern Regions is called Infernal Sect, this immortal sect is famous for the refining of swords and magic weapons, and the disciples are all tall, practicing knife techniques, and holding a hammer can smelt thousands of magic weapons. Among them, the most outstanding and the most superb sword skills required their young sect master Fang Fold. ”

"But now, tsk, the tragedy of the Infernal Sect's overnight extinction was committed by this young master. It was a bloody scene, and it was terrible. ”

Mr. Storyteller's voice gradually faded away, and at this point, Fang Zhen knew that he was the young master of the Infernal Sect, that he was good at swordsmanship, that he had slaughtered all over his own door, and that he had created a bloody tragedy.

Fang Zhe's pace is also getting farther and farther away, he heard passers-by say that the products are abundant, the people are outstanding, and the nobles of the capital have gathered a lot of medical cultivation, and medical cultivation is a kind of person who can cure diseases.

He was sick, his past was forgotten by him, and his head would hurt.

So Fang folded and went to Zhongdu, but he found that as soon as the person called Yixiu there touched his wrist, he shook his head, and finally his head hurt even more.

"You go to the Southern Regions, when the first person in the world of medical Taoism, the Immortal River flows in the Southern Regions, he is from the Shifangmen, you may not be able to meet him when you go to a place called Hongfeng Town. We can't save you, he's your only chance, and if he can't do anything about it, I'm afraid ......"

The man's voice faded away.

Fang Fold's footprints fell on Zhumen, fell in the forest, and finally fell on the territory of the Southern Regions after I don't know how much time passed.

On that day, as usual, he found a place where many people were eating, and when he heard a man standing in the distance and shooting a piece of wood and starting to tell a story, he wondered if he could continue to hear about his past.

He had heard a lot from the mouths of these people who were standing and talking, but it was not enough.

He had been sitting in an inconspicuous position in the corner, and the technique of recovering his concealed form was no longer noticeable.

Until a guy dressed in green clothes like a small bamboo shoot sat at his table.

The man had come to eat, and he had never stopped using his chopsticks since the dish was served.

She ate the Chinese food on her plate, chewed her tongue again, and the dripping red was incompatible with Tsing Yi.

He finally walked to the green clothes before his consciousness was chaotic and asked what he wanted to ask the most at that moment.

"What does your tongue taste like?"