It was Ming Ranxie who saw Huan Qingyan and the others coming, and hurriedly said, "Gong Ziya seems to be possessed by an evil spirit! Let him look at the handwriting of the mad sage, he stared around for a while, and then stopped moving. "
Tuoba Yan is well-informed, "Don't touch him, he has fallen into some kind of memory confusion now!"
Memory loss
Huan Qingyan looked at Jimo Ya worriedly, Jimo Ya's expression was pained, even terrified, these kinds of expressions rarely appeared on him.
Who is Gong Ziya? The role model of the fairy son has always been gentle, personable, and the kind who is so charming that people don't pay for their lives!
How can there be pain, fear, panic
"Memory obscurity, I seem to have heard of it. Is it true that if you seal up the painful memory and don't touch it at ordinary times, once this memory is triggered, it will be very painful?" Baili Jiabao asked.
Tuoba Yan replied, "Yes, he can't be disturbed if he is stuck in a memory disorder, he can only wake himself up, otherwise he may be obsessed with this painful memory forever."
Only Shangqiu Mengqian heartlessly clapped his hands and applauded, "It turns out that Jimo Ya also had times of bad heart and pain, that's great, I really want to sneak attack and disturb him, and let him die of pain caused by memory loss, Qingqing is mine."
Huan Qingyan gave him a hard look, "Shut up! How dare you!"
Shangqiu Mengqian was yelled at, and pursed her lips, "Don't dare, Qingqing disagrees, I will never do this."
Nangong Beichen said, "Where is the handwriting of the mad saint? Let's take a look."
Ming Ranxie pointed to a big rock, "Here! Over there, there are traces of a fight..."
Nangong Beichen, Baili Jiabao and others went over to take a closer look.
Huan Qingyan didn't move, and she couldn't recognize Mad Saint's handwriting.
Standing by Jimoya's side, Jimoya has a handsome figure, with a jade tree facing the wind, handsome and elegant.
Seeing his painful appearance, Huan Qingyan really wanted to help him share some, but there was nothing she could do.
Suddenly she thought of the sympathetic knot on them, and tried to use the sympathetic knot to feel what he was feeling now.
Sure enough, it was useful, as if it had sensed some negative emotions.
Simply close your eyes and feel with your heart...
She saw a dark, cold and damp place, where there was no sun, except for a small cave on the top of a high mountain, from which some faint light shone down.
A child about four or five years old looked at the direction of the light with a pair of dull eyes.
His body is small, and there are countless snakes crawling around under his feet, among them is a purple-red snake head, greedily sucking the blood on his legs...
The child seemed to be numb. After going through this situation thousands of times, he didn't resist or cry, just staring blankly at the little light outside.
Huan Qing's face twisted, what kind of desperation is it that makes such a terrifying scene so silent.
She wanted to see the child's face and appearance clearly, but no, she couldn't see it.
Can only see his eyes.
With the loss of blood, the child's eyes became more lifeless, painful, desperate, fearful, and confused.
It was exactly the same as the expression on Jimo Ya's face at the moment.
No matter how dull Huan Qingyan is, she already knows what's going on in this scene, this child is Jimo Ya when she was a child!
Isn't he the son of the Jimo family
Shouldn't a person with such status and status be held in the palm of his hand and grow up like a pearl
Why is there such a memory of fear? He was trapped in a snake den and was sucked blood by a poisonous snake