Chapter 87 Confiscating Su Jiuer’s “Magical Weapon”

This is really a miscalculation.

Su Jiuer still overestimated Yan Yunxiao's acceptance ability.

She originally thought that Yan Yunxiao knew that she often had memory loss, and that there was a prescription for this medicine, so she knew that she had a strange disease.

But Yan Yunxiao not only failed to get out of the whirlpool of memory and reality, but was also backlashed by the emotions in the memory. When he tried hard to use his current consciousness to control the emotions of another personality, it would inevitably hurt himself.

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To describe it in a more vivid way, this can also be called the inner demon.

Especially under this kind of system, the theory of gods and ghosts has a great influence on people's thinking. If you want to talk science to them, it will definitely not be accepted by everyone.

He seems to be unable to face up to his other personality, and has already developed the idea of ​​killing the other person, eager to take back the sovereignty of his body.

And I was overwhelmed by the true and false, false and true memories, so I became angry and angry.

With this mouthful of blood spurting out, Su Jiuer's elegant skirt blossomed with flaming red plums. She rushed forward to support Yan Yunxiao, and then called out urgently, "Yan Yunxiao?"

Yan Yunxiao only looked at her with an extremely blank and fragile look, which seemed to cast doubt on the authenticity of her existence.

In addition, there is an indescribable emotion towards Su Jiuer.

He didn't know how to describe it, but he remembered that in his memory, Su Jiu'er held him, coaxed him to sleep, and comforted him with that gentle and affectionate feeling that was so nostalgic.

This is the other side's emotion towards Su Jiu'er.

But when he wanted to deeply explore the source of this emotion, he seemed to have encountered a wall that blocked his steps, and he felt that as long as he broke through the barrier, everything would have the answer.

So the consciousness issued instructions and frantically explored every inch of memory.

There were cracks, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

His brain seemed to be torn in half by himself, and his breathing was blocked in his chest. He was in a dilemma. His face became ferocious due to the struggle, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand to Su Jiuer and held it tightly.

down her throat!

Su Jiuer felt that he reached out to her because his act of retrieving memories made him feel unknown and fearful. It was a normal reaction for him to want to kill himself.

But when he pinched his neck, Su Jiuer clearly felt his inner struggle.

In the end, he slowly let go of his hand, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he looked at Su Jiu'er with a confused and complicated look in his eyes.

Then he fell forward heavily, his head resting on Su Jiuer's chest, and he fell into her arms.

Su Jiuer lifted his face and took a look, only to realize that he was half asleep and unconscious.

At that moment, she reached out and felt for his pulse behind his ear. She felt that the beating was still very strong, and then she felt relieved.

She really didn't expect that the sudden retrieval of memories would cause such great harm to Yan Yunxiao. That night, Yan Yunxiao suffered from a high fever.

When she dragged Yan Yunxiao's heavy body to the couch, Yan Yunxiao had already started talking nonsense.

Yan Yunxiao dreamed of going to the streets of the imperial capital, where blood flowed like a river, and he stood in the middle of a pool of blood. People all over the city surrounded him, cursing him and casting vicious glances at him. He looked around confused and asked questions over and over again.

Own.

Did i do something wrong?

Did I really do something wrong?

These were the two sentences he muttered.

Su Jiuer didn't know what he meant, so she could only reply perfunctorily, "It's not wrong. Nothing in this world can be called absolutely right or wrong."

"We can only talk about cause and effect."

I don’t know if he heard me or something, but he really became quiet.

Su Jiuer wiped his unique face clean, and the paleness that hit his face made his gorgeous face even more cold.

She took out her silver needle and poked Yan Yunxiao's face twice in the air, making an expression like "Mother Rong is pricking Ziwei."

You pinch me with your hands during the day, and I stay up late at night to treat you.

This is the tragedy of not having the right to personal freedom.

Who made this man the supreme ruler of this dynasty!

The situation is turbulent. Only by uniting with this tyrant can Su Jiuer have a chance of success.

Forget it, for the sake of cooperation, I will spare you.

With this thought in mind, she inserted the silver needle into Yan Yunxiao's body to relieve his stagnation.

In addition, she took medicine for most of the night, fed it to Yan Yunxiao with her own hands, and changed out all the dirty clothes.

After everything was done, it was almost dawn, and Su Jiuer lay down beside the bed and fell asleep.

When the sky turns white, Yan Yunxiao's biological clock automatically wakes him up.

But he felt very clearly that his body was very tired. In addition to the numbness in his brain, there was a sense of soreness in the muscles and bones all over his body.

He opened his eyes and was in a daze for a long time before he saw clearly the light blue curtain of Fuyang Palace.

Memories of last night flooded into his mind, and he subconsciously stood up and covered his chest, frowning.

Then he found that his clothes had been changed, and the curtains were lifted. Su Jiuer was lying on the side, sleeping soundly, with slightly red cheeks and stretched out eyebrows.

In her sleep, she was not wary of herself at all.

He stood up, picked up Su Jiu'er's little body, and gently placed it on the outside of the bed. Then he lay back on the inside again, leaning on the pillow to look at Su Jiu'er's sleeping face.

Overnight, many questions popped up in his mind.

In addition to her own strange illness, there are also: For example, how did Su Jiuer know medical skills? If she is not from King Qi and the Queen Mother, then who is the person behind her? There is also the bargaining chip of freedom of exchange.

Everything is so fascinating to explore.

He saw that Su Jiuer's fair neck was already a large red patch. Because Su Jiuer's neck looked very fragile, Yan Yunxiao would often pinch her fatal weakness.

His eyes flickered again, and he saw Su Jiuer's ordinary jade bead pendant.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up, and the pendant slipped from Su Jiuer's neck and fell on the couch.

He picked it up and looked at it repeatedly in his hand. He found that it had no special features, and the material of the jade was very average, not half as good as the double-peduncled hairpin from Wanbao Pavilion.

In the theory of ghosts and gods, everyone has some "magic weapons" in their hands, so Yan Yunxiao subconsciously thought about it in that direction.

Then he lifted it up and shook it, imitating Su Jiuer's example. The beads shone brightly as they shook. Everything in the room was normal and nothing unusual happened.

But he still put away the bead pendant and confiscated Su Jiuer's "casting weapon."

He looked at Su Jiu'er like this for more than half an hour, and then Su Jiu'er woke up from a daze, and his eyes were blurred and he could see Yan Yunxiao's face clearly.

She seemed to be thinking that Yan Yunxiao's fever had not subsided last night, so she said vaguely, "Are you awake?"

Then he stood up and reached out his hand towards Yan Yunxiao's forehead.
Chapter completed!