Jian Xiuyun was so shocked by this "hey" that he couldn't recover for a long time.
He wanted to raise his head to ask clearly, but he was fixed, unable to move, and unable to speak.
After the poisonous blood on his neck was sucked away, the medicine was applied, and then carefully bandaged, the holding spell on his body was released.
But after being able to move, looking at the person in front of him and opening and closing his lips for a long time, Jian Xiuyun could not speak a word.
Seeing his appearance, the man softened his eyes, curled his lips, sat down in front of him, and opened his mouth first.
"Master." He called.
This familiar title made Jian Xiuyun startled.
The current Kan Wenxiao has passed the period of voice change, and his voice has completely faded from the immaturity of his youth. It is mellow and deep, with a slight hoarseness, like the attraction of gravity, which makes people can't help but want to get closer.
Only the emotions revealed in that voice still carry some aftertaste of the past.
Jian Xiuyun didn't respond, the palms on his side were tightened and straightened, just like his current mood.
too suddenly.
how come
Jian Xiuyun didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand, as if sure, and slowly put the silver mask on Kan Wenxiao's face.
Kan Wenxiao didn't hide and let him move.
The mask was very cold. His fingertips trembled slightly when he touched it for the first time, but he didn't retreat, but kept moving to the right, and moved it to the strap beside Kan Wenxiao's ear.
The fingers stayed by the ears for a while before making up their minds. With a sudden force on the fingertips, the black belt fell apart.
The mask lost its grip and fell on his hand.
Jian Xiuyun took off the mask.
The curtain finally fell, revealing the people inside.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the almost completely unfamiliar face in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and with a flick of his wrist, the mask fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Kan Wenxiao looked at the movement in front of him, rolled his eyes, and smiled, jokingly said, "Master, don't you recognize me?"
Jian Xiuyun was slightly taken aback, he really didn't recognize him, is the person in front of him really Kan Wenxiao? It was clearly two people.
The person in front of him has a handsome appearance, and his pair of red phoenix eyes are as if carefully drawn by a craftsman, with each stroke delicately outlined. The thick black eyebrows are sharp and shaped, extending to the temples like a sword, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the outline is clear. The color of her lips is light, and she looks a little cold, and she is not angry and arrogant, as if she has been in a high position for a long time.
There was a strange smell all over his body.
Most importantly, his left cheek was white and smooth, and the ugly dark red scar was gone.
Jian Xiuyun thought he was dazzled, so he blinked vigorously, but when he opened his eyes again, there was still nothing there.
Jian Xiuyun couldn't hold back, raised his hand to caress his face, and said in surprise, "You really heard Xiao? Where's the scar here?"
"The medicine has been removed." Kan Wenxiao replied briefly.
Jian Xiuyun choked, and said, "Very, very good."
Jian Xiuyun withdrew her hand, still feeling that all this was a bit unreal.
He looked up at Kan Wenxiao, his eyes focused, and he watched carefully.
After a long time, Kan Wenxiao finally glimpsed the shadow of his past from Kan Wenxiao's already opened eyebrows.
Kan Wenxiao really came back.
After the initial shock, Jian Xiuyun immediately recalled the incident five years ago. There were too many doubts about that incident. He couldn't wait to ask: "How did you come out of the mirror of nothingness back then? I Thought... you had died in the mirror"
Kan Wenxiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes were empty, and recalled: "At that time, I also thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect to meet the head of Yu at the last moment, and he sent me out, but he..."
Kan Wenxiao said and sighed.
Jian Xiuyun immediately understood.
This made him never expect that their friendship with Yu Huai'en was not that deep, and he really didn't expect that he would sacrifice himself to save Kan Wenxiao.
It was unexpected.
"So that's the case." Jian Xiuyun's tone became a little more serious, and after a moment of silence, he continued to ask: "Since you came out, why haven't you returned for so many years?"
Kan Wenxiao avoided his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and said: "At that time, I was seriously injured and lost my memory, so I kept wandering outside. It was only after I was distracted that I remembered all this, and then Then come back immediately to look for Master."
"You lost your memory?"
"Yeah." Kan Wenxiao nodded, "It should be that the injury was too serious and hurt the brain."
When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, his heart was complicated. He never thought that things would go in this way.
He said, Kan Wenxiao is the hero, how could he die so easily.
He originally thought that Kan Wenxiao's death had completely resolved his crisis, and that's why he felt so guilty towards him.
But he is back now, which means that the plot may still develop according to the ending of the previous life.
His guilt towards Kan Wenxiao faded away again.
But of course he didn't show it on his face, but just like before, he said affectionately: "It's all over, just come back, you don't know how guilty you are for being a teacher these few years."
Kan Wen and Xiao Wenyan's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward a little, his tone full of expectation and nervousness, "Did Master always remember me these years?"
Jian Xiuyun smiled softly, "That's natural, not only me, but also..."
"Me too." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Kan Wen, "I always think about Master."
Before Jian Xiuyun could react, he added: "Since the recovery of memory."
Jian Xiuyun patted his arm in relief, "You have suffered all these years."
Kan Wenxiao looked at him with deep eyes, as if a storm was brewing in it, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
"It's exhausting." He answered irrelevantly.
Jian Xiuyun didn't understand very well, so he simply changed the subject, "Why did you come to Ancient Stone City?"
Kan Wenxiao replied: "I went back for a while, and when I learned that the master came to the ancient stone city, I chased after him."
Jian Xiuyun sighed when he heard the words, and said with gratitude in his tone, "You came in time. I thought it was a small task, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."
Kan Wenxiao's eyes fell on Jian Xiuyun's injured neck, his eyes darkened, and he said lightly: "It's just a mere scatter of demons, master, leave it to me."
After listening, Jian Xiuyun asked, "Do you have a clue?"
"Some." Kan Wenxiao replied.
"What?" Jian Xiuyun asked hurriedly.
Kan Wenxiao was about to answer, but saw Jian Xiuyun's eyes wide open, with brilliance bursting out of them, and he was looking at him intently.
He only felt that his heart was softened as if it had been baked in the sun, and his mind moved slightly, wanting to raise his hand and touch Jian Xiuyun's head.
Of course, it was just a thought. As soon as the idea came out, he suppressed it.
not the right time yet.
And wait.
"This disperse demon..." He opened his mouth to answer.
But before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise at the door, and he turned his head to look, it turned out that the door was kicked open from the outside.