Without Xiaolan's call, Yi Yao had already stretched out her hand towards Xiao Lan. Yi Yao did not dare to use force and only gently pinched Xiao Lan's wrist. However, the floating of Xiao Lan's body did not stop, and her lower body still persisted.
Rising into the mid-air.
What's even worse is that Xiaolan feels that the world in front of her is starting to become blurry.
She blinked her eyes hard, stared at Yi Yao who was opposite with a sad face, and said with a hint of hope, "Uncle Yi...you...don't wander...I can't see you clearly..."
"I'm not dangling," Yi Yao grabbed Xiaolan's arm and tried to pull her back to the ground, "What's wrong with you?"
"Not swaying?..."
Xiaolan shook her head.
Then why, you in front of me become like an abstract painting...
Xiaolan closed her eyes deeply and opened them again vigorously.
She suddenly saw clearly.
call……
Okay, okay, it seems that I was just nervous for a moment and my eyes were dazzled...
"Yi..."
Xiaolan's mouth was half-opened, and she was stunned in her current strange posture.
The person in front of me is still Yi Yao.
But his expression completely changed.
Yi Yao no longer looked sincere and full of concern. On the contrary, he stared at Xiao Lan expressionlessly, his thin lips moving constantly, as if he was saying something.
But Xiaolan couldn't hear a word clearly.
"Yi...Uncle Yi...are you okay?" Xiaolan was so surprised that she almost forgot her current situation, "Are you casting a spell?"
In an instant, the slight movement of Yi Yao's lips stopped, and the light in his eyes suddenly became sharp. A pair of willow eyes seemed to turn into blades made of willow leaves, which made Xiaolan tremble.
Xiaolan's eyes quietly moved to her wrist. Yi Yao's hand was still tightly squeezing her wrist, but Xiaolan wanted to run away now.
At this critical moment, could Yi Yao be possessed by evil spirits?
Then... I might really not care about him anymore...
Just as Xiaolan was levitating and trying hard to figure out how to detach her wrist without leaving any trace, Yi Yao seemed to have seen her intention, glanced at her wrist lightly, and spoke.
Xiaolan felt that her scalp was numb.
The voice he made was not Yi Yao's own at all.
It's another man's voice.
"You don't have to worry about him," Yi Yao opened her mouth and said calmly and slowly, "He is already asleep."
Xiaolan's entire body was suspended in mid-air. She raised her head and looked at this strange and familiar Yi Yao stupidly, feeling as if she had really become a fool.
"He...means..."
"He refers to Yi Yao," the face of the man in front of him was still calm, "Don't worry, he knows my existence."
Xiaolan forced herself to calm down.
Although……
Xiaolan looked down at herself floating, then looked up at Yi Yao in front of her.
Although according to the current situation, it seems that just calming down is quite difficult...
"If you don't listen to me anymore or get distracted, you will die."
Xiaolan's ears stood up with a "pop".
Are you talking to yourself?
"I'm talking to you." This "Yiyao" seemed to have heard Xiaolan's inner thoughts.
Xiaolan immediately raised her head again and looked at this "Yiyao".
What surprised her was that this man was no longer as serious as he was just now.
There was a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Wait, are you disgusting yourself?
"You...who are you?" Xiaolan suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, and even a little unconvinced, "You have Uncle Yi possessed?"
"I'm always in him," the man said. "Always in his head."
Is there another soul in Yi Yao's body?
Xiaolan squinted her eyes and looked at him doubtfully.
Could it be a dual personality?
"You don't believe it." The man said concisely.
"Ah, is it so obvious?" Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed now, "I tried to hide it."
"You can't tell at all," the man said indifferently, "but it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. You are going to die anyway. I didn't expect that the person Yi Yao wanted me to see was actually you..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Xiaolan quickly interrupted the message, which contained a huge amount of information and was about to become even bigger, "Uncle, why did you say I was going to die?"
"You can call me Uncle Nian."
Is this the point?!
Xiaolan swallowed the disrespectful words and asked through gritted teeth, "Uncle Nian, who are you?"
"My name is Yi Nian," a hint of pride flashed in the man's eyes, "You must have heard of this name, right?"
"Yi Nian..." Such a familiar name, "That's not right, Yi Nian is not from Uncle Yi's faction..."
"Exactly," the person who claimed to be Yi Nian raised his chin slightly and said in a loud voice, "I am the founder of Yi Nian. The name Yi Nian naturally comes from my name. Now, do you know who I am?"
***
"I need you to help me wake up my life bug." Xia Hua stared at Zhou Ye and said seriously.
Zhou Ye's eyes were timid and dull.
"Can I help with this?" Zhou Ye shrank his neck and asked, "It sounds quite difficult..."
"I'm not sure either," Xia Hua half-sighed and shook her head, "but now you are the only living person besides me. If you can't do it, I really have no other option..."
Seeing Xia Hua's expression of embarrassment, the fire of personal heroism in Zhou Ye's heart suddenly ignited. He puffed up his chest, cleared his throat and said, "In that case, I'll give it a try."
Xia Hua looked at Zhou Ye's appearance and burst into laughter, but the smile on her face did not last long. By the time she spoke, the smile had completely disappeared.
"Zhou Ye, waking up the life bug... is indeed not that simple," Xia Hua said slowly, "You have to be mentally prepared."
The fire of personal heroism has been extinguished again.
Zhou Ye retracted his neck again, "Ah...that's it..."
"It may even be life-threatening."
After Xia Hua finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Ye calmly. Zhou Ye's expression did not change much, but he slowly closed his half-open mouth.
He seemed to be in a daze, but Xia Hua knew he was not.
"Saturday night?"
"Hmm... um," Zhou Ye responded slowly for a while, then nodded, "Yeah."
Xia Hua grinned again, showing a slightly pale smile, "What are you talking about?"
"I...I can do it, Sister Xia Hua," Zhou Ye nodded again, this time with a wider movement, "Sister Xia Hua, I can do it."
Xia Hua suppressed her smile little by little and pursed her lips.