The former enemy cheated on the marriage scene

When Lan Chi pushed the door open and entered, the person on the bed was looking at the sachet in his hand. The sachet was carved in white jade, in the shape of a double fish, with white and blue patterns, and the style was exquisite.

It was the sachet on Feng Zhezhi's body.

Unexpectedly, somehow it got into Chao Wang's hands.

He walked over and sat down, "Feng Zhezhi has some strange abilities, don't let him touch you casually."

The reason why he met that person at the beginning was also because he bumped into him by accident. When the person turned around to look at him, the first sentence he said had an indelible sense of romance in his words.

"Beauty, you have lost your memory."

That's why we got acquainted.

Chao Wang nodded, "This thing is a bit strange."

As soon as the sachet was in his hand, a small piece of jade on it lit up spontaneously, emitting a shining light, which felt a little strange.

Lan Chi glanced at it, "This is his belonging, and it should be something more important."

Every time he saw this person, he would hang this Pisces sachet on his body, presumably it was a treasure.

At this time, Feng Zhezhi outside finally realized that something was missing from his body, and hurried over, "Chao Wang, you actually took something from me?!"

Chao Wang held the sachet and shook it at him, "You touch my hand, and I'll take your things, reciprocity."

Feng Zhezhi stretched out his hand, "Give it back to me quickly."

Chao Wang sat there leisurely, playing with the sachet, "I think this thing is pretty good."

"Of course my things are good." Feng Zhezhi walked a few steps closer, and seeing Chao Wang's expression was indifferent, as if he was not going to give him something, he said, "Why don't I get you another one later, this is really no."

Chao Wang raised his eyebrows, "Why not, the fare is gone, you can use this as collateral," he said, handing the sachet to Lan Chi, "Do you like this color? If you don't like it, you can dye it later."

Lan Chi took a look at it, "I don't like it, dye it."

"What color do you like?"

"Cyan, white, whatever."

"Cyan, I think cyan suits you well."

"……Um."

...Two shameless dog-boys who talk about love in broad daylight.

Feng Zhezhi looked at Lan Chi with a sad face, "Why did you get spoiled so quickly?! You were obviously a good person before!"

Lan Chi turned around with an innocent look on his face, "I'm not a good person now?"

"That's right, you can't be a bad person just because you said a few words," Chao Wang said, and then made a weak appearance, "I'm suddenly a little tired."

Lan Chi reached out to help him, "Why are you tired? Didn't you just wake up? Are you still sleepy?"

"Not sleepy," Chao Wang shook his head, holding his wrist, seeing Lan Chi's worried expression, he smiled softly, the smile was gentle but a little weak, "I'm fine."

Lan Chi frowned, "How can you be fine with your current appearance."

"It's really okay."

"let me see."

Beside him, the huge light bulb Fengzhezhi, who was completely ignored but completely ignored, silently rolled his eyes.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid no one would know that this indifferent and arrogant gentleman is still a master at pretending to be pitiful and sympathetic. Look at this tone, this demeanor...

If you are really weak, you should let go of your hands!What is it to put it on someone's waist to take advantage of others? !

He really wanted to leave and not eat the dog food at the scene, but he had no choice but, the things were in his hands, so don't come back now, according to Chaowang's style of handling things, maybe they will be gone later.

"Cough cough!"

The light bulb made a sound to give a sense of presence.

The two people here looked over, Master Chao Wang looked calm, "Why are you still here?"

It was only then that Lan Chi realized that he was almost leaning against Chao Wang's arms, and the man's hand was holding his hand.

He stepped back quickly and withdrew his hand.

Feng Zhezhi looked at that shameless Chao Wang, "Give me the things and I'll leave, otherwise I'll stay here and watch you all the time." You can't do anything, heh.

Chao Wang picked up the sachet and threw it to him casually, "Remember to close the door."

Feng Zhezhi quickly took the things, checked carefully, and found that they were intact. Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, suddenly, there was a slight "click".

That small piece of jade was broken.

It shattered into several pieces and turned into a white ball of light, floating above his palm.

"I'm going?!" Feng Zhezhi couldn't react in time, and before he could think about why the thing suddenly broke, he hurriedly took back the few lights, but the white light didn't listen to him at all, and turned into several white lights. Jumped into Lan Chi's body beside him.

Lan Chi's heart skipped a beat, many pictures flashed by in front of his eyes, all kinds of vivid ones, which he had personally experienced before.

those memories.

……

in the courtyard.

"Do you really want to restore your memory?"

Feng Zhezhi sat there with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at him with a half-smile, "There is a price to pay, especially for this kind of thing on you."

Lan Chi sat aside, dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, and a few flowers fell on the clothes, "What's wrong with me?"

Feng Zhezhi held the pastry, took a bite, and said vaguely, "It's not simple, it's very not simple."

After he ate a piece, he patted the crumbs on his hand, "But I like things that are not easy. The higher the difficulty, the more challenging." He looked at Lan Chi, "But I advise you to think carefully, if you pour After all your hard work, what you finally recover is the memory you once discarded, so the loss outweighs the gain.”

"Ever discarded?" Lan Chi shook his head, "I don't think so."

He seemed to be waiting for someone, day and night.

But in his heart, there was a voice telling him.

That person is not coming back.

He just wanted to know who that person was.

Feng Zhezhi smiled, "Memories can be saved, changed, or destroyed."

"But as long as you are still alive, it cannot be completely erased."

"I'll help you find a way, but, your situation is special, I'm afraid you have to meet the corresponding person before you can remember."

"The corresponding person?"

"Correct."

……

Chao Wang hugged Lan Chi who was unconscious in his arms, frowned, and asked Feng Zhezhi, "What did you do?"

Feng Zhezhi's expression was not very good either, after all he ruined a treasure so casually, no one would be happy.

He looked at Lan Chi, "The biggest possibility is to remind him of some memories."

Chao Wang stared at him with serious eyes, "Some memories?"

Feng Zhezhi coughed, "It may be a bad memory, or it may be something else, I can't say for sure."

"Other possibilities?"

"Others..." Feng Zhezhi felt guilty, and his voice lost his confidence, "Maybe it's some side effects, it stands to reason that it doesn't have much effect on other monsters, but Lan Chi...'s illusion ability is not low, I'm afraid it will enlarge."

After all, his thing is called Drunken Dream Tribulation.

Generally, it is used by him to bring up the hidden memory in his heart, or to modify the memory to make up for the lack, but because the material is not normal, sometimes the accompanying effects cannot be controlled, so the word "robbed" is included.

But this thing is rare, and Feng Zhezhi has an unserious temperament. He thinks that there are some side effects, and it’s okay. body.

Who knows, it hit Lan Chi directly.

If this is an ordinary little monster, it will be a problem whether he can wake up from now on.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhezhi smiled sincerely at Mr. Chao Wang, "Don't worry, he will wake up after a few days of sleep."

"How many days?"

"Uh... one two three four five?"

"Don't leave either."

"……what?"

Just like that, Feng Zhezhi was detained.

……

"It's so good-looking, like a fairy. We've never seen such a person here."

"Okay, let's go quickly, this is the person brought back by the adults, you dare to look at it, you are so courageous."

"Just take a look. Besides, my lord is not here. Hey, tell me, how can he stand here properly? How did your lord do it?"

"I don't know, let's go, let the adults know, you are going to die."

"All right……"

The two people over there walked away.

Lan Chi always turned a blind eye to it, carefully holding the small celadon bowl in his hand, which contained freshly made egg custard, which was still steaming when it came out of the pan, and it became cold after a while.

He used what little demon power he had left to carefully block the heat from dispersing, but helplessly, it was too cold here.

Cold and dark.

It was black everywhere, only the sound of dripping water, and the occasional sound of chains being dragged on the ground when someone passed by.

Lan Chi quickened his pace and came to a place where the door of the temple was half-closed, and there was a person guarding the door, a white-haired old woman in common clothes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, this one is easier to talk to, so he probably won't stop him, "Let me in."

The old lady looked at him, her eyes swept over the things in his hand, she smiled slightly on her wrinkled face, her eyes were gentle, "Young master has a heart."

She turned sideways slowly, with her back bent, "Come in, please."

On the main seat in the hall, there was a man sitting in a solemn and desolate ancient costume, pure black, with no half decorations and badges, and he was draped heavily on the man's body, and even the fresh breath of the whole person was completely suppressed.

The man sat high above the main seat, like an emperor, majestic, solemn and silent, deep and indifferent, looking up and down, without a trace of vitality.

Lan Chi looked at that person, in a daze, for a moment he felt as if he had passed away.

He quickly regained his senses and walked over.

The man is resting, his hands are propped up, his body is lazy, his hair is tied up with a jade crown, and his long crow-colored hair is hanging down. He has a handsome face. A long black cloth belt covers his eyes, and he only sees a high bridge of nose. , Lip color is thin and moist.

"Chao Wang?" Lan Chi called him in a low voice.

After a while, the man moved, as if waking up from a dream, "...Huh?"

Lan Chi couldn't help laughing, "I made egg custard, try it."

The man also smiled, "Why do you suddenly think of cooking?"

"You haven't eaten for a long time," Lan Chi picked up the spoon and was about to feed him. Unprepared, he was pulled by the man and sat on the seat.

He got up quickly, "This is not appropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate?" The man pressed him down, "It's almost cold, why don't you let me eat it?"

Seeing people like this, Lan Chi couldn't say anything, sat next to him and started feeding him.

"Sweet," the man bent his lips and smiled, "Fortunately, there is you, no one here cooks for me, sooner or later I will starve to death."

Lan Chi's movements froze, and he smiled slowly, but then remembered that this person can't see anything now, and the curvature of the corners of his lips slowly fell again.

"why do not you talk?"

The man raised his hand to hold his hand, and when he was about to touch his thin wrist with his fingers, Lan Chi held it down.

Lan Chi's voice was intentionally a little uncomfortable, "Why do you always use your hands and feet?"

He took his hand away as if disgusted.

"Touch it," the man felt a little aggrieved, "You haven't touched me recently, and you won't let me touch you, and I can't see you."

Lan Chi's eyes were sore, and his throat started to choke, but he tried to keep it normal, so that this person would not notice anything unusual, "Then don't move."

The man sat there without moving.

Lan Chi leaned over and kissed his lips.

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, but his tone was arrogant, "Well then, I will forgive you."

Like a child.

Lan Chi looked at the black cloth belt that covered his eyes, and felt that it was particularly intrusive, and suddenly wanted to pull it off, and said to this person, take a look at me, you haven't looked at me for a long time, but he But the mouth is saying, "The egg custard is cold."

"It's delicious when it's cold," the man was in a good mood, and pulled his sleeves, "I want to eat something else next time."

Lan Chi scooped up a spoonful, handed it to his lips, and said softly, "I'll make it for you when I'm in a better mood."

"Huh? Are you in a bad mood?"

Lan Chi thought for a moment, "It's too cold here."

The man smiled and stretched out his hand, "Come on, give me a hug."

"Are you still eating?"

"eat."

When he left, he glanced at the chain that appeared on the man's wrist at some point, thick and cold, black and heavy, locking the man.

Not just the wrists, but the feet as well.

Trapped this man here.

But the man's demeanor is calm, and there is nothing unusual about it.

A bowl of egg custard makes me laugh a lot.

Lan Chi just pretended that he couldn't see anything, suppressed all the grief and sadness in his heart, and talked to this person as usual.

Then, leave.

The moment the temple door was closed, he turned his head and saw the man's expression was peaceful.

Alone, sitting there alone.

This time he walked for a long time, not knowing where to go, until the white-haired old woman behind him woke him up, "Master, you are leaving?"

Lan Chi stopped in her tracks, feeling a little dazed for a moment, "...I, it's time to go."

"Young master's monster power is running low, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out here, so the old lady will come and see you off."

Lan Chi pursed her lips, "Thank you."

The old lady smiled, "Young master is a distinguished guest, so there is no need to be so polite."

They came to a river, a black river, the water surface was very calm, and an old boat was docked on the bank.

After getting on the boat, the boat gradually left the shore and headed towards the opposite side.

Lan Chi sat for a while and couldn't help turning her head, but the fog was too thick to see anything.

The old woman said, "If the young master regrets it, it's still too late."

Lan Chi slowly shook his head.

The old lady sighed softly, "It's fate."

Next, I won't say anything more.

Until I landed on the shore, "My lord."

The old woman held a cup of tea in her hand and handed it to him, "Since I left here, I'm still treating you to this cup of tea."

"Cut the past."

"Please forget about this too."

Lan Chi stood there, the wind rolled up his large sleeves, revealing his thin and fair arms, with black marks looming on them.

He was silent for a long time, and asked softly.

"Will he be cold?"