Junior Disciple C

"Are you awake?"

There was a soft call in the ear.

Feng Ye subconsciously thought that this was the voice that echoed in his heart inexplicably and asked him three questions in succession.

But when he was a little more conscious, he realized it wasn't.

That voice is extremely penetrating, able to overcome all noises and vibrate directly in his soul.

But the voice he heard now was deliberately lowered. If he hadn't been in a hazy state of not waking up, and the speaker was very close to him, he would not have heard the call at all.

Someone is next to him.This recognition made Feng Ye's chaotic consciousness wake up immediately.

He opened his eyes, and at the same time he opened his eyes, he left the place with the fastest movement, and distanced himself from the stranger.

When he opened his eyes for the first time, he didn't have such a reaction yet, but the unhealed whip marks on his back and the brand marks on the side of his neck made him feel like a frightened bird, resisting anyone approaching.

With a "bang", the hard skull hit the same hard railing.

Feng Ye clutched the back of his aching head, only then realized that the shackles on his hands and feet had been removed, and without restraint, his movements became much more flexible.

But when he just woke up, he didn't realize it. In a trance, he thought he was wearing heavy shackles, so he exerted extra strength, which caused him to hit the railing.

Although the impact was loud, it didn't hurt very much.At least compared to the welts and brand marks of being whipped, it doesn't hurt.

Thanks to this collision, Feng Ye woke up completely, and he finally remembered what happened.

He didn't have a second amnesia, he didn't remember the past, but he still remembered what happened after waking up for the first time.

After being branded, this group of foreigners who had just arrived in the Western Qiang Imperial City were taken to the west of the city, to a hut dedicated to keeping slaves.

It is said to be a grass shed, but in fact it is no different from a shed for keeping livestock, just as dirty and crude.It is so simple that it is doubtful that if the wind blows a little bit stronger, it will collapse.

Such a hut does not have a comfortable bed, and there are only thorny straws inside.But after Feng Ye and the others were locked in this shed, he quickly lay down on the straw and fell asleep.

In this short day, he has experienced too much, the double torture of body and spirit made him exhausted, and the wound that hurts continuously can only be ignored for a short time when he is asleep.

It's just that I didn't sleep very deeply. Sleeping is the most defenseless time, so whether it is a human or a beast, generally there will be a fixed lair for sleeping. Only in a familiar lair can you feel safe and feel safe. Can relax tense nerves.

Feng Ye is very unfamiliar with everything here, he is even a little strange to himself, and has experienced a series of events during the day, every inch of land in the Xiqiang Imperial City cannot give him the space to completely relax and sleep deeply. sense of security.

He was a light sleeper, any movement would wake him up.And this stranger who was talking to him just now wasn't actually by Feng Ye's side, but moved over by himself not long ago.

He thought he didn't make much movement, but Feng Ye's drowsy consciousness was about to wake up because of this movement, and the phrase "Are you awake?" was the last straw to wake Feng Ye up.

After the pain from colliding with the railing on the back of his head subsided, Feng Ye finally had the time to look at this person who was interested in approaching him.

This is a man in his twenties. He should be healthy and healthy, but he looks a little thin because of hunger and slavery, and his face is sallow like malnutrition.

The clothing on this person is not those of the Xiqiang people, but the same as the rest of the people in the hut, the rough linen just enough to cover the body.

Feng Ye also had the same appearance. No matter in terms of appearance or situation, he seemed to belong to the same category as the people in this hut.

But in fact, whether it's those soldiers wearing ghost masks or these people who seem to be of the same clan, they are just strangers to Feng Ye.

It was a stranger to him, but to this stranger, he seemed no stranger.

Not only was he no stranger, but this person asked with a strange expression, "Feng Ye, why are you reacting so strongly?"

Feng Ye was taken aback by the words, not because of the other party's question, but because of the other party's title.

"Feng Ye..." Feng Ye repeated these two words in a murmur, which sounded like his name.

The expression on the man's face became more and more strange, because Feng Ye's reaction was really strange, who would read his own name without incident?

And the expression on Feng Ye's face was as if he didn't know himself.

The man couldn't help but waved his hand in front of Feng Ye's eyes: "Your brain has been broken?"

"It's me." The man pointed to himself: "We grew up together, Wu Yi from your next door neighbor."

"Wu Yi...?" After reciting his own name, Feng Ye recited the name of the man in front of him.

His tone was still confused and unfamiliar, he had no impression of the name, nor of the person in front of him.

Wu Yi continued to add: "You are a few months younger than me, and you are thin and thin. The other children in the village are not willing to take you to play, so I will take you to play, don't you even remember?"

Hearing this, Feng Ye couldn't help but look at Wu Yi's figure, and then lowered his head to look at his own. In fact, he seems to be a little taller and stronger now, which has nothing to do with the word thin and small.

Of course, it also depends on who you compare with, if you compare with Wu Yi or not, if you compare with that burly ghost general, you will really be considered thin and small.

But there was nothing wrong with Wu Yi's words, after all, it was only when he was a child, and it was a childhood that Feng Ye didn't remember.

Wu Yi continued perseveringly, talking about the things he and Feng Ye played in the village when they were young, such as the fish in the river, the bird's nest on the tree, and many, many more. As if made up.

But when Feng Ye heard Wu Yi's words, he had no sense of substitution, he just felt like he was listening to other people's stories.

But the protagonist in Wu Yi's story is him.

After a lot of hard work, Wu Yi finally gave up seeing Feng Ye still had such a dazed expression.

He stretched his neck to look at the scars on Feng Ye's body, and muttered in his mouth: "The whip didn't even hit your head, how could you forget it?"

Feng Ye also wanted to know this question very much, but no matter how he lost his memory, the amnesia had already become a fact. What he wanted to know more now was who he really was.

He asked Wu Yi for confirmation: "You said my name is Feng Ye?"

Wu Yi nodded.

Feng Ye recited the name lightly in his heart again. Unlike Wu Yi's experience of being like someone else, he seemed to accept the name easily in his heart.

Knowing the name, Feng Ye asked again: "Do I have any relatives?"

This time, Wu Yi paused before replying: "Yes."

There was a little joy in Feng Ye's eyes. This was the first time he felt joyful after waking up.

Family meant belonging, and it meant he wasn't alone in this strange world.

But before this gleam of joy could really infect his eyebrows, Wu Yi immediately said: "They are all dead."

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It's shorter but shorter.