The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 93 Li Meng ([-])

It was an enemy, not a friend. This terrifying soaring sword energy definitely came from an evil person. It was clear that it wanted to be the oriole that came from behind and catch the four of them in one go.

The three people who surrounded him also noticed the heavy blow coming from far away from the mountains and seas, and their expressions changed.

Huo Xiang took advantage of the three people's distraction, shouted loudly and punched down, but it was the cold sword he was holding earlier.

This cold sword is not the divine sword that young Huo Xiang wore when he became famous, but seeing that it is covered with silver frost and has a strong coldness, if it flows into the Jianghu court, it will definitely be the best one that people in the world of martial arts flock to.

Now he was punched to pieces without mercy.

A streak of cold snow rushed up with a shrill wail, and flew away the three magic weapons that were suppressing him.

Looking at the green surroundings, it is spring and summer, but six-sided ice flowers are floating on the top of the mountain. The biting cold of the ice cones roars upwards, violently colliding with the far-reaching sword energy in the air.

"boom!!"

After the loud noise, there was an eerie silence, and the space vibrated and distorted.

Wan Yanjing flew out directly, and her vision began to rotate. From the corner of her eye, she saw that the mountain peak was split diagonally from top to bottom, and the broken section slowly fell down the cliff.

Ah, this, Wanyanjing secretly thought to herself, she could probably guess that this was one of the times Huo Xiang was beaten by a group of people.

Falling off a cliff, alone, surrounded by weirdos, ambushed from behind... The only thing that can gather all the elements is this time when Huo Xiang fell off a cliff and lost his memory more than a month ago.

She lowered her head and took a look, and she saw what shocked her before. She could see the hole from the front to the back, the size of the cup rim.

At that time, she teased Huo Xiang as if he was watching a play, saying that he was as hurt as a rag doll. Now this scene reappeared in her body, leaving only a sadness that could be felt even if she didn't feel the same.

The cause and effect of Huo Xiang's serious injury was closely related to her falling into a dream, which she had always wanted to find out. Now that she finally saw this memory, it didn't seem to help the truth.

Why is Huo Xiang, the God of War, a wealthy and powerful prince with great military exploits, willing to die?
Is it just to get rid of the Nalash subsystem?
The system helps him become king, so what's wrong with that?
If you really wanted to die, why didn't you just find a small corner to commit suicide? Instead, you fought those three people to the death with great fanfare, and even implicated countless soldiers and poor Piansheng!

If he didn't die later, what does it have to do with the sword that shot to the sky?
Totally incomprehensible!
She didn't know any of the three people surrounding Huo Xiang. If these three people could still ask around based on their appearance after she woke up from the dream, the owner of the sword that shot to the sky at the end was definitely not something anyone could find.

Wan Yanjing speculated that it was most likely a legendary grand master.

The cold sword was broken, and Huo Xiang, wrapped in blood, fell from the top of the cliff like duckweed and catkins against the ice and snow. It was extremely desolate.

Wanyanjing burst into tears twice, gritted her teeth and held her breath, preparing to face the severe pain of falling off the cliff and being shattered to pieces.

It was very quiet in my ears, which made my heart beat louder and louder.

Huo Xiang's emotions were gradually conveyed to her through the "thumping" heartbeat.

Completely opposite to Wan Yanjing, Huo Xiang seemed to be in a good mood.

? ?
What's the meaning?Happy funeral day?

It's a pity that you didn't die in the end, you just suffered.

Wan Yanjing was lucky enough not to be shattered into pieces. A golden light exploded in her chest and forced her out of her dream. Huo Xiang's voice of surprise and joy rang in her ears: "What's shining? Hey! Wake up." Got it!"

It was probably because the sky was dark and everything in the room was blurry. Wanyanjing rubbed her eyes, squinted and took out the token hanging around her neck, and put it in front of her eyes to take a closer look.

At this time, the token was no longer lit, and the surrounding area was too dark. Wanyanjing could not see clearly, so she could only touch it with her hands.

The token is covered with tiny scratches and cracks and is no longer as smooth as it was originally. "This thing of yours looks like a piece of wood, how can it still shine?" Huo Xiang asked curiously.

Wanyanjing shook her head and put the token back into her collar. She did have some guesses about the token, but there was no need to let Huo Xiang know.

Coming out of the dream this time was quite okay, there was no severe pain or vomiting blood, and there was nothing serious except that her whole body was a little sore, which made her somewhat relieved.

Others dream of good things, but she dreams of losing her life.

Every time she had a dream before, she was either extremely weak or seriously ill. Compared with the tragic scene in the dream this time, she almost thought that she would be seriously ill when she woke up. The current situation is worthy of celebration.

Huo Xiang had been holding back for many days, but someone could listen to him, so he started talking like a peacock: "Do you know that you have been sleeping for five days? I am unfamiliar with this place and I am looking for an inn. You're asking the doctor to give you some medicine, but it's really hard for me to die."

"Thanks to the fact that there are famine refugees outside the city. In the past, they would have checked the road signs. We would have been left hanging outside the city eating and waiting to die."

"Ask me, aren't you curious about how we came out of the underground palace? And those officers and soldiers who were searching, guess how I deceived them with my wisdom, it was really thrilling..."

Wanyanjing couldn't help but find it funny, and asked in an obedient manner: "How did it come out? And, where is Shi Piansheng?"

"Shi Piansheng? Why did you ask him? He went crazy indirectly and almost lost half of my life. I was here to protect you, but he disappeared inexplicably to who knows where. He should still be in the underground palace." Huo Xianglue There were mutterings of dissatisfaction.

Ha, Wan Yanjing sneered in her heart.

This is like losing your memory and not remembering things. If you wait until your memory is restored, your speaking skills must not become—

"Wan Yanjing? Why do I care about her? Why did I abandon my good brother Shi Piansheng to protect this woman..."

After the sarcasm, inexplicable sadness came to my heart.

Scenes of Huo Xiang risking his life to protect each other in the underground palace flashed before his eyes...

After amnesia, Huo Xiang was noisy like a fool. Wan Yanjing should have felt happy. It was so interesting to trick the amnesia Huo Xiang into working hard for her. It would be the best if Wang Xiaolan was also there to see this.

But now she searched desperately but could not find any trace of this pleasure.

Huo Xiang broke his promise to her, and his father, emperor, mother, concubines, concubines, brothers, and brothers were all buried in his hands. No matter what the inside story was or what the difficulties were, it was unforgivable.

It is said that King Xuan of the Qin Dynasty valued his promises and was worth a fortune. He was an elegant gentleman. Although he used military tactics strangely and treacherously, he was a man of great love, justice and integrity.

Which one is more important, commitment and friendship, and which one is higher?

Why did he just go back on his words and lie to her again and again? How could she have offended him or felt sorry for him to incur such revenge?

What makes her most sad is that she herself is nostalgic for the unreasonable protection in front of her.

If there is such a miracle doctor who can restore Huo Xiang's memory, the young Huo Xiang who will smile at her and carry her behind him at the risk of his life will probably disappear.

"Why are your eyes red?"

"It's okay, it's a little itchy, just keep talking."

Huo Xiang talks a lot.

Without bragging and exaggeration, Wanyanjing roughly understood the process of their exit from the underground palace.

(End of this chapter)