He is like the old man, not the old man

Tai Heng was speechless.

The person lying on the ground stood up slowly. He brushed the hair that was hanging on his face, revealing his dirty face. The previous panic was gone in his eyes. Fu Yin seemed to be a different person, and walked with ease. Go to the other side of the dry forest.

Intuition told Tai Heng that the man manipulated Fu Yin's body.

"What are you afraid of." The man smiled, "I have protected you many times, so I won't come to harm you now. You also know that there is always someone who is helping you, so you will lose to Li Ya and get all over your body." Seriously injured, didn't you deliberately lure me out?"

Just now, the internal organs of the corpse were broken all over the place, and the head of a ferocious beast Liya was indeed hanging on the tall tree.

He walked to a cold pool, scooped up the water and began to wash his face, the scarlet color flowed down the water between his fingers and faded into the pool.Fu Yin had an injury on his face, and he handled it very carefully. Although he was manipulating the body, he still couldn't bear to let the body feel more painful. It took a long time to wash his face thoroughly.

He squatted by the pool, with a smile on his lips, watching the water surface gradually calm down, stretching out his hand to brush on the water, the face reflected in the pool had another expression.

"Are you still afraid?" he asked.

Fu Yin looked at him half fearfully and suspiciously half curiously, "Who are you?"

He thought for a while, swallowed the sentence "I am yourself", and replied, "If you want, you can call me brother."

Fu Yan said angrily: "Who wants to call your brother!"

The man said with a smile: "I know you have an elder brother named Chang Chu. He pets and protects you. If you call him elder brother, I am willing to pet and protect you, not to mention that I have saved you several times. As long as you Please call me brother."

Fu Yin heard the teasing meaning in his words, and became even angrier, "Don't even think about it."

The man raised his eyebrows, "I'm so courageous, I was so scared that I cried just now, but now I dare to attack me."

Fu Yin suffocated.

"Okay, don't be angry, I shouldn't scare you." The man picked a fallen flower casually, and gently put it in the hair reflected on the water surface, "I know you are afraid of pain, right now I will treat your wound first, Go to sleep."

He flicked his palm on the surface of the water again, causing the lake to wrinkle.

Fu Yin was silent again, the man took off his dirty and torn clothes, untied the crooked hair crown on his head, and sat by the water to wash the wound.

Tai Heng stared blankly, the crazy information pouring into his head almost drove him crazy.

He never thought that Yingran and Fu Yin would be the same person.

That being the case, who was the dumb demon king he met in the demon world?And who was the one who exchanged heartfelt love with him by the Tiangang Pond?Whose life did Fu Yin take away with his sword?

Tai Heng stood on one side, and after the man had cleaned and dealt with him thoroughly and was about to leave, he suddenly recovered and followed him in a dizzy manner.

Fu Yin stayed in this barren land for a long time before returning to Yingzhou Realm from a formation.

Except for beasts and ghosts in that land, the only person he can speak is a person who is suspected of his own demon. No matter how much he resists, the fact that this person has never hurt him and even has been protecting him is before his eyes. As time goes by, the husband and wife Yin then gradually got used to his presence.

Even after returning to Yingzhou Realm, he never told his brothers and sisters who came to visit him about the existence of this person.

After dark, Fu Yin would whisper something to him.

"There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. You don't know if your heart pleases you. It's really good to get the names of your two maidservants." The man asked him with a smile, "Who do you like?"

Speaking of this question, Tai Heng couldn't help becoming curious.

Fu Yin said shyly, "Nonsense."

"Where are you talking nonsense, you fight here every day, and train your mind there, isn't it because of that person that you are willing to go?"

Fu Yin's eyes suddenly turned a little lonely, "It's me who doesn't live up to it."

"You are talking nonsense." The man's tone became more serious, "Don't underestimate yourself, or I will ignore you."

Fu Yin was amused by him, "Haha, you are not willing."

Seeing his smile, the man stopped talking to him about his sweetheart, and instead said to Fu Yin seriously: "Choose a name for me."

Presumably the two have known each other for several months, Fu Yin stubbornly refused to call him brother, and never addressed him.

Fu Yin showed distress, because it was not easy to give this person a name to express his lovesickness, he thought for a long time but couldn't think of it, so he got out of bed and started to look through his calligraphy practice booklet.

The man looked at him and said with a smile, "Like writing?"

Fu Yin'ergen blushed, "My handwriting was ugly in the past, although it is better now, the habit of practicing handwriting has remained."

"Hmm..." The man suddenly manipulated Fu Yin's finger and said, "I like your font here."

It was Fu Yin's cursive script written by Fu Yin with nothing to do.

"Do you know which sentence it is?"

The man answered honestly, "I don't know."

It does seem too sloppy.

Fu Yin pointed to the characters, and read them to him one by one, "Yingying Gongfu steps, Ran Ranfu in the middle."

The man understood, "It turned out to be this sentence."

Fu Yin's eyes lit up, "Why don't I call you Yingran."

The man smiled, "A little feminine."

Fu Yin's face became bitter again, and he continued to flip through those words, and he didn't think of a name when he turned to the last page.

The man read the words and scribbles he wrote, and was very satisfied. Seeing that the man was still struggling, he felt both amused and pity.

"Fu Yin."

"Ok?"

"Just call me Yingran, but you have to remember something."

Fu Yin was curious: "Tell me."

"Yingran will protect you forever."

Fu Yin was quiet for a long time, then suddenly fell forward and hid his face on the table, "You..."

Yingran is laughing.

"Sooner or later, I want you to be willing to call me brother."

Fu Yin's emotion disappeared in the blink of an eye, "You are younger than me."

"But I'm always protecting you. If I call you brother, do you dare to respond?"

Fu Yin blushed, "You, you...!"

The two frolicked for a while, and when it was time to go to sleep, Fu Yin hid the calligraphy booklet in a small secret room, lay on the bed, and said softly, "Sleep, Yingran."

Looking at his peaceful face, Tai Heng felt as if his heart was suddenly scratched by a soft feather.

Fu Yin didn't tell anyone about Yingran's existence. He only rested for a few days, and then went to another place through the formation, but this place was different from the previous one. Fu Yin came here to assassinate a soldier. No longer fighting with fierce beasts, but lurking around all day long, spying on the situation.

Tai Heng couldn't understand what was wrong with Fu Yin. After watching these days, he guessed that Fu Yin worked so hard for one person, but if Fu Yin once had such a deeply loved person, why would he die again for no reason? Falling in love with him and never even mentioning the person?

This day, Fu Yin finally got his hands. After assassinating the general, he quickly fled and hid in an ownerless palace.

He sat on the abandoned steps, with his back against the pillar, and tore off his blood-stained sleeve, revealing a deep wound underneath.

Fu Yin's face turned pale from the pain, but he didn't say a word. Yingran knew that he was in severe pain, so she didn't bother him at this time, and kept silent.

The room was so quiet that needles could be heard falling, Tai Heng watched as Fu Yin took out a porcelain bottle from his waist pocket, opened it and sprinkled the medicine on the wound, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

When his eyes fell on the porcelain bottle, Taiheng's mind went blank for an instant.

He liked someone before, but a serious illness took away his memory. He couldn't remember that person's appearance, nor his name, but left only a vague and hazy nostalgia in his heart, tossing and turning every day and night.

The eldest sister said that he liked that person very much, and when talking about that person, his eyebrows were always beaming and his face was full of joy.

The eldest sister said that the man was young and heroic, and taught Fenghuang, who bullied him, a lesson for him, and gave him medicine to heal his wounds.

He treasured the porcelain bottle left by that person, and when he missed it, he traced the pattern on the neck of the bottle thousands of times with his fingertips.

He traveled all over the world, visited thousands of mountains, and today, in the hands of Fu Yin, he found the same porcelain vase for the first time.