Ling Moxue was wondering if at his level, even filming was a flag.

Maybe it's just a coincidence?

It's not his coincidence, but hers, Ling Moxue's.

So she was the first to appear where he fell.

What will you do when all the plots that you have imagined, expected, and imagined actually appear in front of you?

At least the first idea has been broken.

I really can't let him be a slave, and I don't want to see him bowing his head. That's not the Xia Guixuan I want.

But do I want him to be my apprentice?

Just like he once took him on a walk through Zelt, becoming his teacher along the way.

Ling Moxue's lips twitched, and she tilted her head slightly under Xia Guixuan's expectant eyes: "Whatever you want to learn, I'll teach you... Master and disciple don't have to."

Xia Guixuan blinked his eyes in surprise.

Ling Moxue complained as if she was talking to herself: "I'm not like some people who are self-righteous and want to be a teacher. Whatever they say can be turned into preaching, and when they fall in love, they can be turned into disciples."

Xia Guixuan: "..."

Why does it feel like the person you are talking about is a bit familiar...

Ling Moxue turned back, feeling a lot more relaxed for some reason, as if some of the things she had been struggling with had unknowingly disappeared, just like she had just passed through Nankeyi's dream, and her obsessions had dissipated in her dream.

She smiled slightly: "Do you think our conversation is a bit strange?"

Xia Guixuan shook his head.

Whether the dialogue is strange or not is another matter, but this girl is really beautiful.

The iceberg-like expression suddenly smiled, becoming even more beautiful, like spring returning to the earth, and like snow lotuses blooming on the snow-capped mountains.

Why didn't he doubt the so-called "artist under his banner"? Not only because he saw her fighting for her life and felt she was worthy of trust and respect, but also because he felt at first glance that this girl was very familiar to him and that she was a very close person to him.

A Hua's judgment is correct. How can someone like Xia Guixuan seal his memory in one fell swoop? Sealing the memory is not amnesia. The memory is still deep in the soul sea, but it is wrapped up by his own soul power, like a capsule.

.As time goes by, the capsule will dissolve on its own and the memory will awaken. In fact, it won’t take more than a few days.

If there was no external influence at all, it would only last three days. If a liar really wanted to deceive him, when he woke up after three days, the liar's ashes would have been raised.

If there is external stimulation, such as this familiar conversation between girls, maybe he will fully recover as he talks.

In addition, the strength is only due to the injury and weakness, and the temporary forgetfulness of the rules and skills caused by the sealed memory. After the memory is revived and the person recovers from recuperation, the combat strength will be restored. There is no so-called loss of skill.

Of course, if this kind of injury relies on self-healing, it will take a long time. If such a huge force operates to find medicinal materials, it will be easy.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Xia Guixuan's decision. As long as A-hua is reliable, there should be almost no danger.

Fortunately, there was still no danger... or rather, I should be grateful to the girl in front of me.

The so-called amnesia and weakness under this premise are obviously not the "dog blood" that Maya thinks, but more like looking back.

Complete some unfinished relationships and make up for some unfinished gaps.

And...enter into the hearts of some people.

Xia Guixuan finally said: "I don't think there was anything strange about our conversation. The girl is very kind."

"Is it considered kind to ask you to kneel down and call your master?"

"That's obviously not the girl's true intention."

Ling Moxue curled her lips, "As long as you can, I will make you kneel down and watch you cry."

never mind.

She sighed, walked slowly to the bedside, and reached out to take Xia Guixuan's pulse: "In a normal conversation, the most important focus should be on asking about your injury, not on being a slave or apprentice."

Xia Gui

Is it because my relationship with this girl is closer than I imagined?

Ling Moxue lowered her head and said softly: "Actually, I should have paid more attention to my injury...but I couldn't help it..."

She paused for a moment and did not continue speaking. She just lowered her head to check her pulse.

Between the slight trembling of the eyelashes, there is a softness and confusion that is completely opposite to the previous battle.

There is a faint body fragrance on her body, which smells very good.

Her fingers are soft and smooth, very comfortable.

The blood on the corners of her lips has solidified and has not been wiped off yet.

Xia Guixuan looked at it, then stretched out his hand and gently wiped her blood.

"Pah!" Ling Moxue suddenly waved his hand away and pointed a sword at his throat: "Self-respect."

Xia Guixuan hurriedly said: "I don't mean to be frivolous..."

"Whether you mean it or not." Ling Moxue said lightly: "Not everyone with this face can touch me. Without his memory, he would not be him."

Xia Guixuan looked at her blankly... According to your wishes, I can touch you after I regain my memory?

This relationship...

Is it a girlfriend?

"Should I take this opportunity to instill in you a little more awareness...that you like Ling Moxue the most, and that you should treat Ling Moxue better in the future? Generally speaking, after recovering your memory, this awareness should

There is also a brand." Ling Moxue said calmly: "Forget it, maybe I am stubborn, maybe I am too big-hearted and brainless to do it, and I will never be able to compare with those foxes."

Xia Guixuan felt a little headache.

I don’t know why there is an emotion called distress that spreads inexplicably.

Some emotions are surging, washing away at the capsule wrapped in soul power, as if they are about to melt.

Ling Moxue finally removed her finger from his pulse: "This injury...I would have died a long time ago. I can only say that it is you...but can you tell me why this sword wound that penetrated the ribs was from the young master?"

Siming's sword? She betrayed you?"

Xia Guixuan's head hurt even more...

Some pictures flashed messily, and some names stubbornly impacted the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling Moxue, Little Fox, Shao Siming.

How did you get this injury?

I feel that I have something very important to do, and the sooner the better... Someone is wearing a wedding dress, waiting for me to save...

"Knock, knock," there was a knock on the door.

The two turned around and saw Shang Zhaoye leaning against the door with his arms folded, as if he had been watching for a long time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ling Moxue stood up a little embarrassed: "Master... how is Tathagata?"

Shang Zhaoye shook his head: "He retreated after just a few moves. He was probably afraid of being surrounded by us... and even more afraid that Father God would recover quickly after entering the Star Territory? - What are the specific injuries of Father God?"

Ling Moxue said: "I'm not good at this, my judgment is not accurate, and my pulse is very weak."

Shang Zhaoye finally walked to the bedside and looked at Xia Guixuan's face with a strange expression, but he didn't even bother to check for injuries for a long time, as if he was obsessed with looking at this face.

Ling Moxue coughed dryly: "Master..."

Shang Zhaoye suddenly laughed: "It's true... When he was here, he respected and loved him so much that he felt that his brain was not his own. But when he fell into the mortal world, he didn't have the urge to welcome back the glory of Father God at all.

Willingness, it’s really weird... This shouldn’t be the thinking of a high priest at all.”

Ling Moxue blinked: "Is it because... you think he is actually quite cute like this?"

Shang Zhaoye laughed: "Indeed...not aloof, not serving, not a subordinate, not knowing PUA, not wanting to ride a horse. Just a very cute, smart young man with strong interest and curiosity in everything...I think

Ah, when he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he should have been such a young man, and it was this young man that Shao Siming saw... This is his true nature."

Ling Moxue curled her lips and said, "I thought he was a big pervert in his true self."

"Ahem." The sound of Xia Guixuan's dry cough interrupted the conversation between the master and the apprentice: "Could it be me that you are talking about?"

Shang Zhaoye ignored him and suddenly asked Ling Moxue: "Hey, what do you think... while he is like this, how about overturning him and letting me ride him?"

Xia Guixuan: "?"

Ling Moxue laughed: "Master, you can try it yourself, just like I tried before."

"Forget it." Shang Zhaoye stretched out: "I'll contact Longyou and ask her not to come over. It's more important to find the medicinal materials first. It's better for you to stay with him while his anterior segment recovers."

Ling Moxue's face turned slightly red: "Master, you..."
Chapter completed!