After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

Xuan Shuang put the man on the couch, the man's breath was weak, his face was covered with blood, his body was dirty like a little beggar, he was vaguely a seventeen or eighteen year old boy, but he couldn't see clearly.

Xuan Shuang inspected his physical condition, and found that his cultivation level in the early stage of Qi refining was almost nothing, and his spiritual sea was infested by a very faint trace of demonic energy. Serious and terrifying, but the most important thing is that the internal injury has already involved the viscera.

The pupils of the boy on the bed moved slightly, looking at Xuan Shuang with difficulty, his eyelids were stained with sweat and mud, his eyes were startled and frightened, and his lips pursed a few times.

Xuan Shuang stared at him for a while, then lowered his head to listen carefully, but the young man stopped making any sound.

The light in the room was dim, Xuan Shuang sat on the couch, watched the young man lose consciousness, slowly closed his eyes, his breath gradually came in and out.

Xuan Shuang's eyes drooped slightly, and after a long while, she finally raised her hand to cover his spiritual sea, transferred her remaining spiritual power to the young man, and pulled the spiritual power to heal his injured viscera.

The chest of the person on the couch rose and fell, and his breathing gradually became regular.

The spiritual power was exhausted, and Xuanshuang was overwhelmed by the fatigue from the depths of the altar. He propped himself up, lay down beside the young man, and fell into the boundless darkness.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and two very light breathing sounds intertwined, making sure that the person beside him was fast asleep. The boy who had fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes with sharp eyes. There is still the slightest bit of fatigue and weakness just now.

The hazy moonlight came in through the window, reflecting the beauty and elegance of the person on the couch, with black hair like a waterfall and white robe like snow.

After staring at him with hatred for a long time, the young man suddenly restrained his expression, held his breath and walked slowly towards Xuan Shuang who was on the couch. He didn't feel the fear and panic when he faced the monster, but his posture was leisurely and indifferent, walking back and forth on the side of the couch a few times. circle, staring at Xuan Shuang who was sleeping soundly due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the quiet room, the closed window was gently opened, and a little demon stretched its claws in.

The young man frowned impatiently, and suddenly turned his head to the side and waved his sleeves. A burst of cold spiritual power flowed out from his fingers, killing the little monster who didn't know what it was. Before he could make a sound, he fell to the second floor. Close with a bang.

The movement seemed to disturb the people on the bed, Xuan Shuang muttered something, the young man turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a very friendly tone, "It almost woke you up, didn't it?"

The sleeping Xuan Shuang naturally wouldn't answer him.

"That can't be done, it's you..." He stretched out his hand slowly, and a sword appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword was slowly raised, and he made false gestures at Xuan Shuang's heart. The boy's eyes were dark and his voice was low Dumb, "That's how the sword killed me."

No one responded to him, the young man laughed again, "Now, I want you to taste this kind of taste."

The sword in the young man's hand was still on the side of Xuanshuang's neck, his heart and Linghai, as if he was hesitating whether to kill him with a single sword or torture him slowly.

He bent down and approached Xuan Shuang, and said to himself: "You said that you are such a waste now, three little demons can tire you like this, how did you kill me before?"

Xuan Shuang, who was sleeping very peacefully, suddenly moved uneasily, her slender and beautiful eyebrows wrinkled in pain, her complexion was as pale as paper, crystal clear beads of sweat had already oozed from her forehead, and she was no longer as comfortable and peaceful as before.

Seeing something in his mouth, the young man approached curiously, only to hear him yelling two words intermittently, "Qi, Yao..."

".."

The young man named Qi Yao was stunned, the sword that was about to pierce Xuan Shuang's heart stopped, and at this moment of hesitation, the person on the bed snorted softly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up.

The sword in Qi Yao's hand disappeared suddenly, and within a breath, the breath on his body had already changed. There was no fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, his eyes were timid, and he became a completely different person.

Xuan Shuang suddenly woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, his mind buzzing continuously, he was dazed for a moment, not knowing where he was.

Xuan Shuang regained her strength, only to realize the sound of another person's breathing in the room, right next to his couch.

The indoor vision was dim, a vague figure was squatting beside the bed, Xuan Shuang paused for breath, and realized that it was the boy he rescued before going to bed.

Xuan Shuang stayed on the bed and lit the candles on the table, the orange candles lighted up faintly, the young man squatted on the ground with his arms around his legs, and when he woke up, he stared at Xuan Shuang helplessly.

Xuanshuang's temples were sweaty, he let out a long breath, and said in a dry voice, "You...why don't you sleep?"

The young man didn't answer, and the room became quiet again. After a long while, Xuan Shuang heard him continue saying: "I, very... very dirty, I will guard the door for you... to prevent monsters from entering."

Xuan Shuang was silent, obviously the young man was also very scared, but he still pretended to be calm and said he wanted to protect him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the young man mustered up his courage and said again: "Thank you just now. Thank you Xianjun for saving your life."

Xuan Shuang looked at him, and asked after a long time, "What's your name?"

"..Qi Yao." The young man said his name, staring at Xuan Shuang without any trace, seeing his calm face, Qi Yao lowered his eyes, and just called his name in his dream, how could he be indifferent?

Perhaps it was the reason for being too quiet. Seeing Qi Yao hesitate for a while, Xuan Shuang asked as if he had nothing to say: "Xianjun, I just had a nightmare. I saw that you have been calling someone's name..."

"Forgot." Xuan Shuang recalled the dream just now, but the Lingtai felt a twinge of pain again, and he couldn't remember anything. He has never dreamed, and for some reason he fell into a nightmare tonight.

Qi Yao was almost overwhelmed by anger, you killed me with a sword, and you called my name upside down in your dream, but now you tell me that you forgot!

"Thanks to Xianjun for saving me tonight, I will definitely repay Xianjun for saving his life in the future."

Qi Yao gritted his teeth, and dealt with Xuan Shuang patiently, trying to get the information he wanted, "It's just that I don't know the name of Xianjun...your name?"

"Xuan Shuang." The man said flatly, "It's a little effort, nothing to worry about."

Xuan Shuang.Xuan Shuang.

These two words rolled across Qi Yao's heart like a knife, the pain made his heart shrink suddenly and his eyes became hot. He was trapped in Tai'a Mountain for 1000 years, but after he escaped, he forgot everything except this face, and he remembered that he was trapped in Tai'a Mountain. This man pierced his heart with a sword, and the pain of his soul being torn apart.

It turned out that the person who killed him was named Xuan Shuang.

The young man stopped talking as if he had run out of words, Xuan Shuang asked, "Why did you appear here?"

"I, I am a casual cultivator. I have no family or sect. My parents died a year ago. Now I am traveling and practicing."

Qi Yao has already prepared a set of arguments to deal with Xuan Shuang, "I heard that there are many spiritual herbs and elixir in the barren mountains, which are helpful for cultivation, but who knows that I lost my way and met monsters again, if it weren't for the fairy king, I would... "

The young man's voice was choked up at the end, Xuanshuang was indifferent and not good at comforting others, besides, Xuanshuang didn't feel the breath of the spirit herbs in this mountain, he said: "There are no spirit herbs here, you go out of the mountain tomorrow morning Bar."

"..I, I see." Qi Yao obediently responded, "Thank you Xianjun."

"I'm not..." Xuan Shuang paused for a moment, then said, "I'm not some kind of fairy king, just call me by my name."

"Okay." Qi Yao was kind and grateful, and he said, "I woke up and found that my body was much lighter and my spiritual sea was stable, but Xianjun... Xuan Shuang healed my wound?"

"Ah."

"thanks.."

Xuan Shuang stopped talking, the two looked at each other in silence, the room returned to silence, the candle wick crackled and the candle light flickered, it was only a moment, it was time to fall asleep.

But Xuan Shuang just woke up and has no mood to sleep, he said: "The night is late, you sleep..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Shuang extinguished the candle, and the room was plunged into darkness. He signaled Qi Yao to keep quiet, and Qi Yao looked at him with a blank expression.

At this time, there was a very light sound in the stairwell, as if someone came up to the second floor.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and when it stopped in front of his door, Xuan Shuang vaguely heard voices such as "the cultivation level is not high", "seven people are enough to feed".

Then, with a soft "click", the door opened gently to both sides.

The room was dimly lit, two figures squatted down in front of Xuanshuang's couch, and gently blew demonic air at him, Xuanshuang held his breath.

The sharp claws in the hands of the tall and thin figure grew longer, and they slowly reached towards Xuanshuang's chest. The air in the room seemed to be stagnant at this moment, and the figure slowed down its breathing. There was fresh and delicious flesh and blood inside, and when the fingertips were only half an inch away from Xuanshuang's skin, something happened suddenly!

"who?!"

Xuan Shuang, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, those eyes were cold and sharp, and they shot straight into his heart like a sharp sword. The tall and thin figure was startled, and with five fingers grasping, he attacked Xuan Shuang with the momentum of piercing the air .

Xuan Shuang raised his arm to block it, and seeing the miss, the figure turned into a cloud of mist and appeared one step away in an instant.

The sound of fighting was heard non-stop on the second floor, and several senior brothers should have been attacked just like him.

The monster sneered, "The spiritual sea is exhausted, so what's the use of being brave, just accept death obediently!"

hum-

There was a buzzing sound from the broken altar, Xuan Shuang suppressed the surging blood in his chest, retreated to the corner of the wall and stared coldly ahead.

These two monsters only have a hundred years of cultivation. If it was before tonight, Xuan Shuang would naturally not pay attention to them, but now he has to find a way to delay the time.

The two monsters didn't give him time to catch his breath, and as soon as he finished speaking, he burst out again, jumping in front of Xuan Shuang in an instant!

Xuan Shuang didn't go head-to-head with them. In order to avoid affecting Qi Yao who was hiding under the couch, Xuan Shuang swayed and led the two monsters out of the room.

Luo Jiutang and the second senior brother lived next door to him. Xuan Shuang saw at a glance that the doors, windows and tea bowls were all broken and messed up.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Luo Jiutang pierced the little monster in front of him with a sword, and threw out a burst of spiritual power to knock the two chasing Xuanshuang into the air, before he could react in time, he was thrown down the first floor.

Luo Jiutang supported Xuan Shuang, "Are you all right?"

Xuan Shuang shook his head, and the second senior brother and Tong Qing walked to them. Seeing that they were all fine, Luo Jiutang felt relieved.

In just a short while, monsters of various shapes and sizes gathered in the lobby of the inn, and they had already ambushed in the surrounding area, waiting for them to enter the urn.

Nearly a hundred monsters stared brightly at the few living people upstairs. Tong Qing's scalp was numb from being stared at, and she couldn't help swallowing, "Brother, what, what should I do?"

"Aren't you thinking about the big evil?" The second senior brother heard the words, and teased: "This is still a little monster, are you afraid?"

Just as Tong Qing was about to refute, she suddenly pointed down and said, "That, that is..."

The author says:

Baozi, do you like this kind of attack?

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