Muyan stretched her waist: "I plan to go to sleep first, and go to the extreme forbidden area tomorrow morning to have a look."
"Not going to the Jiuli Tribe?"
Muyan thought for a while and said: "I won't go for now. What Master Xiaojiu said is also reasonable, and going there rashly may be to die. What's more, I don't know what's going on with Di Ming Jue and Li Weiran now."
"I see." Chu Moli nodded, and pushed the wheelchair into the room.
Muyan frowned suspiciously, thought for a moment, and had no choice but to enter the room Han Chujiu had prepared for her.
After closing the door, he immediately entered the space and asked, "Qi Huang, do you feel that Third Senior Brother is a little different from usual today?"
Qihuang was looking at the galaxy in front of him, and didn't answer for a moment.
On the contrary, the little yellow chicken Gululu rolled to Muyan's hand, rubbed her with its fluffy body, and made a squeaky sound.
"Qihuang?"
Muyan's voice brought Qihuang back to his senses.
The young man's long and narrow phoenix eyes were opened a little wide at this time, but the bottom of the dark eyes was full of confusion and panic.
"Qihuang, what's wrong?"
"Those houses, I... have seen them."
"What?"
Muyan was startled, and quickly asked, "Where did you see it? You have also been to the Jiuli tribe before?"
Qihuang shook his head, "I don't know what the Jiuli tribe is, but I have indeed seen that house."
"where?"
"In...in..." Qihuang frowned deeply, "Baili Liuyin...is it Baili Liuyin? No, no, I didn't see it next to Baili Liuyin, so where am I? See? Why I... I... I can't remember..."
Seeing that the expression on his face was getting more and more painful, Muyan was startled as if he had fallen into a nightmare.
Hastily stepped forward and pressed his palm on his forehead, pouring divine power into him, "Qihuang, calm down, good boy, let's forget about it if you don't remember it. Maybe it's because you lost half of your soul, so your memory is also lost. Part of it, it’s no big deal.”
"Before you look at Di Ming Jue, you even forgot about me and Xiao Bao."
"But so what? Those who should meet will always meet, and what should belong to us will always belong to us. The feelings and traces left by the past will not disappear because of the loss of memory."
Qihuang raised his head slowly, his blurred and chaotic eyes gradually focused, reflecting Muyan's shadow.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Muyan into his arms, tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw, trembling and refusing to let go.
Muyan was stunned by his actions, and it took him a while to react, she reached out and patted his back lightly: "Qi Xiaohuang, it's okay, no matter what the forgotten memory is, it has nothing to do with your future .In the future, I will protect you with my sister, and no one will be able to hurt you again."
…
The bear boy is really not comforting.
Muyan doesn't know how long Qi Huang has been treating her as a human pillow.
When Qihuang fell into a deep sleep and was able to escape, Muyan froze.
She stroked the little yellow chicken who was sleeping soundly beside her, and after a bit of luck, she prepared to leave the space.
However, just as the consciousness was about to exit the space, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"Jun Muyan."
Qihuang didn't know when to open his eyes, looked at her with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to go to Jiuli tribe, I must go to Jiuli tribe to see."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again.
His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his body seemed to have become transparent again.