my son is paralyzed

After three days of recuperation, when Ziye was able to walk while leaning on the wall, they were finally about to set off.

A group of people had little ostentation, just a carriage, except for Yueruxian and Ziye, there was only one man who could only be regarded as handsome, but rather simple and honest, driving the carriage. The scar-faced man named Yu Zimu sent them to the At the door: "Master, this subordinate will return to the main altar after dealing with the matter here."

"It's okay, with Lu Chen by my side, nothing will happen." Yue Ruxian said indifferently, the handsome coachman nodded with a smile, as simple and honest as an old farmer who just finished taking care of the fields.

For some reason, when Ziye looked at Yuzimu, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity... Shaking his head, he pushed the inexplicable feeling out of his mind, probably because the original owner of this body had seen Yuzimu before, after all, it was Yuzimu before. Zimu picked him up.

The place where Ziye lived for several days was a small villa, built on a street not far from the imperial palace, and the headquarters of the Demon Cult was not in Nanyue, but in Dongli, across the whole of Nanyue, all the way to the east , you can reach Dongli.

Ziye always thought that besides Nanyue Dongli, there should be something west and north, but he was told that there is only one Beimang, and the west side is a vast desert with no people in it.

The carriage set off, and Ziye and Yue Ruxian sat opposite each other, Ziye sat by the window, raised the curtains and looked outside curiously, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity again, he was 100% sure that he had never been here before, but felt that this Every inch of bluestone on the street is so familiar, it seems that he can walk where he wants to go with his eyes closed.

In his mind, a small figure was vaguely reflected in the front, and a tall figure was behind, walking quietly on this street. It seemed that this scene happened just now, but Ziye didn't remember it.

"What's wrong?" Yue Ruxian uttered suddenly, and Ziye came back to his senses, only then did he realize that his face was full of tears.

"Maybe I've been here before, and I always feel very familiar." Ziye quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, a little at a loss, he hadn't cried for many, many years, and almost forgot what it was like to cry.

"When you recover from your injury, I'll take you around. Men have to travel thousands of miles, especially the men from the Yue family." Yue Ruxian stretched out his hand, stroking Zi Ye's head in a strange way. He never showed that to anyone. After such intimacy, facing Zi Ye, she couldn't help wanting to be nice to him.

Ziye is very sensitive. He knows whether others treat him well or not, sincerely or falsely. It is precisely because he knows that Yue Ruxian treats him sincerely that he does not escape Yue Ruxian's touch, even if he is not used to it.

At the moment when Ziye was about to put down the curtain, a man who looked a little bit down and out carried a jug of wine and walked past the carriage in a daze. Moving away, there was a name rushing up the throat, spinning around in the mouth and disappearing into nothingness. After a long time, Ziye put down the curtain silently, and a name suddenly popped up in his heart, Ye Lingxiao...

Going to drink at the place where he first met Ziye every day, and walking the road he and Ziye walked many times, has become Ye Lingxiao's habit. Ziye has been missing for several days, and he still refuses to believe that Ziye is dead. Even if everyone thinks so, he is still willing to believe that Ziye is still alive. Ye Lingxiao walked a long way in a daze, only to realize that Youdao's gaze had been falling on his back. With a very familiar feeling, Ye Lingxiao suddenly turned his head , the street was bustling with people, but there was no one he wanted to see, Midnight...

When the carriage drove out of the capital, Ziye suppressed the throbbing in his heart, shook off the back figure in his mind, and asked Yue Ruxian in a low voice: "Uncle, do you know a man named Ye Lingxiao?"

This uncle was forced by Yue Ruxian. In fact, in terms of real age, Ziye was only a few years younger than Yue Ruxian, but he couldn't believe that someone saved him. Coupled with his current body, Ziye felt a lot more aggrieved an uncle.

"Xiaoye, did you remember something?" Yue Ruxian patted Ziye's head again, smiling softly: "Ye Lingxiao, Ye is the surname of Nanyue, if I remember correctly, Yelingxiao should be Nanyue the emperor."

"No." Ziye shook his head: "I just think the name sounds familiar."

"Xiaoye, don't be impatient, you can always remember everything." Yue Ruxian probably fell in love with Ziye's soft black hair, and she felt uncomfortable without rubbing it a few times.

"Yeah." Ziye nodded, taking the opportunity to save his chicken coop hair from Yue Ruxian's hands.The city gate gradually turned into a tiny black spot, Ziye turned her head and glanced through the window, not knowing who she wanted to say goodbye to...