In the room where only the dim torches on the wall shined with dim light, a damp breath flowed in the air.
On the large but undecorated bed was a thick mattress, with a sleeping young man lying on it.
The young man was only wearing a coarse linen garment that ordinary children usually wear, with a thick gauze wrapped around his forehead. In the hair that no one saw, countless hair strands had already been soaked in black blood.
The white-robed priest beside the bed leaned down slightly, trying to see the young man's face clearly. Under the dim torch, the face was just that of a handsome young man.
He lightly touched the boy's cheeks with his hands and then immediately took them back, frowning slightly.
Why is it so hot?
The woman in black robes beside the white-robed priest noticed something, and turned sideways beside him and said, "Master Priest, he was already like this when he was brought back by the protector. I heard that he had a high fever all the way back to southern Xinjiang. Hardly any waking moments.”
Qing Ling tilted her head and did not answer Yixia's words, but her eyes fell on his head.
She touched the back of his head, and the clots of blood stung Qing Ling's fingertips.
"Where's the girl?"
"The Guardian said that they did not find the whereabouts of the girl. He was also found by people from Yunzhong City. It is said that he was seriously injured during a desperate resistance."
"The leader actually allowed them to hurt people like this?" Qing Ling was a little surprised.
"Yes, the leader just called his subordinates over and handed him over. The leader asked his subordinates to convey the message for him." Yixia paused slightly, "I believe that the priest will save him. If he can be saved, Even if he is not alive, please ask the priest to give him his due value."
A somewhat contemptuous smile flashed across Qing Ling's lips. As expected, he was still his usual style.
Qing Ling raised his right hand slightly and waved two slender fingers. Several silver-light spiritual butterflies appeared from his fingertips and flew towards the sleeping person on the bed.
The butterfly stopped on his pale lips.
After an unknown amount of time, the silver light on Spirit Butterfly began to change color. The silver light gradually weakened, followed by a red light like a flame.
As if being burned by flames, the spirit butterfly between the young man's lips flapped its wings desperately.
In an instant, its body began to emit light smoke, and it shattered in front of the two people's sight.
The color of the boy's lips began to gradually warm up.
Yixia's face changed at this moment, and she whispered: "Master Priest, he's awake."
The person on the bed slowly woke up.
A sharp pain came from the back of his head, and he couldn't help but crack his mouth in pain. I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, but was held down by a cold hand.
"Don't move, you're seriously injured."
A voice sounded in his ears, as cold as the coldest wind in winter.
He shuddered inadvertently.
His heavy eyelids finally adjusted to the dim light in the room, and he could clearly see the person talking to him.
Her long black hair was tied back casually with only a very bright flower. Those dark brown eyes looked at him, like an extremely endless abyss, as if they were about to suck him in.
But that face looked like that of a teenager.
"Who are you, me, where am I?" He wanted to speak, but found that his voice was terribly hoarse, and the pain in the back of his head came one after another, making his voice tremble a little. .
"Do you still remember what happened to you?" The young man in white robe leaned down slightly and pulled back the broken hair on his forehead. His fingertips touched the skin on his forehead, which was extremely cold.
The flowers in his hair circled the tip of his nose, and the pain seemed to have subsided a little?
But--
The boy on the bed suddenly frowned, why was he hurt? What happened to him?
It seems like he can't remember anything?
"Who am I? Who am I? Why can't I remember anything?"
Seeing the person on the bed curled up in pain, Yi Xia seemed to have noticed something was wrong with him: "Master Priest, he seems to be unable to remember anything."
Qing Ling said nothing, but the hand resting on his forehead began to shine with silver light.
The bright light instantly enveloped the young man on the bed, and the originally dark room became dazzling.
As if a cup of tea had passed for so long, the light gradually faded.
The young man's painful feeling seemed to gradually fade away with the light.
"It is estimated that the severe injury to the back of his head caused his memory loss." Qing Ling retracted his hand and glanced at the woman beside him. "His injury means that the spell is of no use to him."
After several years of companionship, she understood what Qing Ling wanted with just one glance. She quickly stepped forward and helped the young man on the bed up.
Qing Ling bent down and knelt on one knee in front of the bed so that she could keep eye level with the boy.
The young man looked at him: "Who are you?"
Qing Ling smiled slightly, and the gentian flower on her forehead gave off a pale golden light.
"I am Qingling, the priest of the Mingyue Sect. You are the son of the saint of our religion, named Wuyunge. The saint sacrificed her life for our religion. You will inherit all the missions of the saint and give everything you have to the Mingyue Sect."
The torches on the wall were still burning brightly, and the dim light of the fire shrouded half of the three people in the room in darkness.
Looking into Qing Ling's abyss-like eyes, Wu Yunge's mind went blank. At that moment, he seemed to be possessed by a demon and subconsciously answered yes.
And at the moment he responded, the girl who had been unconscious on the bed in Yaowang Valley, thousands of miles away, woke up instantly as if she was stung by something. He shouted in fear: "Brother."
Cold sweat instantly ran down my spine.
Hongzhuang, who was sleeping beside the bed, was suddenly woken up by her scream. Before he could recover, he saw that the girl on the bed was already awake, and he was pleasantly surprised and wanted to go find the Valley Master.
Mi Wu had already opened the door.
"Valley Master."
Mi Wu came to the bed and sat down. He just grabbed her hand and took her pulse.
"I heard the sound just now. It was full of energy. It seems that the poison is almost gone."
However, Xiao Xingwan withdrew her hand in horror, hurriedly got up and curled up into the inner corner of the bed.
Looking at the beautiful woman sitting by the bed, her eyes were full of wariness. She looked around, but she didn't find the person she was looking for.
"Where's my brother?"
"Your brother?" Mi Wu held up the hairpin in her hair and smiled. The smile was as bright as the brightly blooming peony in her hair. "You are still sober since you entered the valley, so you should definitely find him. But. What I want to tell you is that you have entered the Medicine King Valley, so it has nothing to do with the past. This is the condition your brother agreed to for me to save you."
Mi Wu stood up: "Little girl, remember, I am your savior. From today on, you are a member of my Yaowang Valley. You'd better keep the past things rotting in your belly. Hongzhuang, Take good care of her."
Xiao Xingwan was curled up on the corner of the bed, but she was still trembling. Her last memory was the night when Xiao Xingchen hugged her.
Where did her brother go?
At that time, she had never thought that this separation would last more than ten years.
