After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 115 Of course I remember you, Su Jiuer
This is Su Jiu'er's voice, he can't hear it wrong.

If Su Jiuer would stay by his side all the time, then there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of.

Such reassurance made him gradually relax, and he gradually gave up struggling, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and his brain went dark.

Patients are often troubled by this kind of disease. Anyone who is a person will probably be afraid of another consciousness of their own.
What's more, that consciousness is still an unsound consciousness. It not only occupies your brain, but also controls your body.

Su Jiu'er looked at him with blank eyes, and was led by her hand as he walked forward in a daze, in a daze.

In fact, what she wants to tell Yan Yunxiao is not to resist her other consciousness too much, because this consciousness originates from yourself.

The best way to solve the problem is not to escape, but to face it.

Don't be defeated by yourself.

Now Yan Yunxiao is like a puppet, being led away by Su Jiuer, and his gaze gradually gathers when he reaches the street.

He stopped suddenly, and his hand broke free from Su Jiu'er's grasp.

Firelight?He seemed to have seen the fire just now, so where is his mother and concubine?
His gaze was still a little dazed, and then he began to look around with a hint of urgency. He was looking for the fire light, and he was going to save his mother and concubine!
"where, where"

He murmured, looking around blankly.

But what he saw was an empty street, a dark night, so dark that it was frightening, quiet as if he was the only one left in the world.

Su Jiu'er didn't dare to stop him rashly when he was overly emotional, so she frowned and watched his actions nervously.

His eyes fluttered as usual, with a huge emotional contrast, sometimes he was dazed, and sometimes he was frightened by the surrounding environment, and in the next second he started to run wildly all over the street.

His mouth is still whispering, where is it?Where?
If Yan Yunxiao's height and physique really allowed him to run, how could Su Jiu'er catch up.

She hurriedly followed behind, watching where Yan Yunxiao was going, but after chasing for two streets, Yan Yunxiao disappeared after turning a corner.

Su Jiuer suddenly panicked.

She tentatively called, "Xiaoxiao? Xiaoxiao?"

"Xiaoxiao, can you hear me? I'm Jiu'er, where are you?"

There was silence and no one answered.

Especially now that Su Jiu'er has no lighting tools, she can only see through the faint moonlight, not letting go of any corner.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Just as he was looking for it, there was a very rhythmic crashing sound in the quiet alley.

Although the voice was small, it sounded very familiar.

Su Jiuer suddenly turned her head and looked towards the corner at the bottom of the alley. There were many bamboo baskets and baskets piled up there, and there was a big bamboo woven sun mat leaning against the wall.

She walked over slowly, and saw Yan Yunxiao sitting between the bamboo mat and the wall, it seemed that the small space made him feel safe.

He didn't know where his mask was thrown, and the back of his head was still hitting the wall again and again. This was the source of the extremely rhythmic sound Su Jiuer heard.

There are also words in the mouth.

Where, can't find it.

If it is said that Su Jiu'er in the past simply felt sorry for such a sick patient.

Now she just loves Yan Yunxiao like this.

His decadent appearance, empty eyes, and "can't find" in his mouth are all scars from the past.

It was devastated, but it was also helpless.

Because time has passed, he can't do it all over again.

Instead, he was involved in such an endless vortex.

She leaned over slowly, then squatted down, tried her best to make herself look not threatening, and tentatively whispered, "Xiaoxiao."

He seemed to be able to hear Su Jiu'er's voice, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't feel like giving her a response.

Su Jiu'er stretched out her hand and gently touched his big palm hanging on the ground, but as soon as she touched it, he shrank back into the wall as if frightened.

This sudden movement directly knocked over the bamboo woven sun mat leaning against the wall, and the mat collapsed like this, smashed on Yan Yunxiao's body, and then fell to the side.

The bamboo woven sun mat was very light, so it wouldn't cause any trouble if it was smashed, but it frightened Yan Yunxiao in this state.

I saw him sitting on the ground with his knees bent, suddenly covering his head with his hands, trembling all over.

Su Jiuer suppressed the soreness in her heart, rushed forward and hugged him tightly, covering his head with both hands, coaxing, "Don't be afraid, Jiuer is here, Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid."

His body trembled violently, as if he really wanted to break free from Su Jiu'er, but his limbs became stiff because of fear, and he couldn't break free.

Su Jiu'er just hugged him like this, coaxed him, stroked his head again and again, and then she pinched Yan Yunxiao's back of his head a few times to relieve the tense nerves.

After a while, he finally stopped trembling with fear.

Yan Yunxiao will always remember the deodorant fragrance on Su Jiuer's body, which is a bit sweet in the green.

He buried his head on Su Jiu'er's chest, and after the childish personality consciousness became clear, the fragrant and green scent lingered in his nose.

Su Jiu'er would call him from time to time to see if his out-of-control transformation period had passed.

"Xiaoxiao?"

The person in his arms moved, and then looked up at Su Jiu'er blankly.

Su Jiu'er lowered her head and looked at him, and he stared at him for a long time.

Su Jiu'er thought that the first sentence he spoke was probably the same sentence, "I've seen you."

But no.

After looking at each other for a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand, took off Su Jiuer's mask, saw her face clearly, and then shouted word by word.

"Su, Jiu, son."

Just looking at those eyes, he felt extremely familiar.

When looking at each other, he searched in his mind for information about this face.

Yet everything in his head is blurry, and he can't make out any people in the scene.

The only thing I can see clearly is the few nights spent with Su Jiu'er in Fuyang Palace.

He remembered that Su Jiu'er had written her name in his palm.

Su Jiu'er raised her eyebrows, and seemed a little surprised by his first sentence this time.

If Yan Yunxiao's eyes were not too childish and dull now, she would even think that the person calling her name was Yan Yunxiao's violent personality.

She touched Yan Yunxiao's head, bent her eyes and smiled, "So Xiaoxiao still remembers me."

Yan Yunxiao looked at Su Jiu'er firmly, and said seriously.

"of course I remember."

"I will never forget Jiu'er."

I don't want to forget either.

After all, there are so many pictures in his mind and memory, but none of them can let him see his face clearly.

If even Su Jiu'er has forgotten, what else is on his mind?
He frowned and covered his head with his hands, and his head began to ache again.

He can't let him think too much at all, because he himself is the split consciousness of Yan Yunxiao's illness. Once he thinks too much and has the idea of ​​competing for his body, it will really be over.

(End of this chapter)