Chapter 73 Forget Kunlun

When I woke up, it was already a month later.

is the room I am familiar with, because I will live here every time I come to Kunlun Mountain. I habitually reached out and touched it. I didn't touch the fluffy fox hair as usual, but a meat ball. I reached out and poked it hard, and the ball cried out.

Xiao Tuanzi cried and shouted, "Mother...Mother..."

Is this? I'm a little confused, because this is a baby's cry. I don't remember when there will be a baby in Kunlun Mountain, and I'm still sleeping in my**. But what makes me more depressed now is one thing. Can he not cry? This extremely loud voice is even worse than the most unpleasant sound of broken gongs in the world, and its ears are cocoons.

I want to hug the ball, at least to shut him up for the time being, but I have no choice but to find an extremely cruel fact that I was tied up, to be exactly tied with gauze like an Egyptian mummy. My heart skipped. Was Kunlun Mountain attacked, and then we were all kidnapped and entangled into mummies?

After thinking about it, I don't think it's possible, because Kunlun Mountain has been stronger since the arrival of the second brother, but it's strange that I only remember that the second brother is now in Kunlun Mountain. I don't know when he came and when he is now?

There was a messy sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was suddenly pushed open. I am familiar with these footsteps, including the fifth master's, the second brother's, and one I'm not familiar with, which is very light and light.

How about it? Why did the child suddenly cry? This is the voice of the second brother. Although this sentence should have been urgent, it is always calm and undulating from his mouth, as if it were a very common thing.

I whined twice, and suddenly only felt quiet around me, and even the crying of meat/tuanzi was much smaller. Then there was a gust of wind, and the light in front of me was blocked, and my second brother's worried eyes broke into my sight.

Those eyes are still as bright as ever, but they are red. It is not difficult to see that the second brother has not had a good rest recently. I greeted with a smile, but found that the sound of this mouth was just whining, like a mute. Yes, he is a mute and can only make a sound when he can't speak in a hurry.

"Wei..." The second brother didn't care about asking my reason, or didn't have time for me to ask any questions. For the first time, he held me in his arms and held me tightly, as if he had recovered. He was afraid that he would lose it again. His body trembled uncontrollably. The corners of my eyes were a little sour, because the second brother was My eyes are strong and dark. How can you treat me like this?

After a while, a slight cough interrupted the second brother. He said, "Since the future has woken up, the rest has to recover slowly." I turned my eyes and looked at the speaker. The voice was beautiful and there was a faint ethereal, but when I saw the person, I was stunned and unfortunately became a nymphomaniac.

Inside, does this man want to be so good-looking and evil! I usually think that the second brother is good-looking, but compared with the man in front of me, one is a fairy and the other is a mortal, not at the same level. Of course, this is not belittling my second brother. How can I be willing to do it? It's just that this man is so beautiful that I'm so handsome.

Looking back, I just looked at him doubtfully. Why is the name he called me 'Future' so familiar? No one I know would call me that? I put my eyes back on my second brother and asked.

The second brother looked at me entangledly, reached out and gently touched my mummified head, and said to the fifth master, "Master, when can you recover?"

I don't know what the fifth master is doing. It's too far away and I can't turn my head or see it. I just heard him say, "I have to wait for Xiaobai to come back and see if it hasn't found the medicine. If it doesn't recover, it will take a few days. If there are other..." The fifth master pondered, "It's okay if you don't recover, do you want to Does she continue to go back?"

I looked at my second brother puzzledly, hoping that he could answer what they were talking about for me? He kept winking at the beautiful man, but they all ignored it, which made me very resentful. I protested twice, but the beautiful man only threw a doting look and decisively ignored it.

And sadly, I was immersed in the eyes of a beautiful man. Oh, my God, I completely fell into it. Is it possible that this beautiful man fell in like me? I thought stupidly that he still like it... That always feels unrealistic, because the second brother is an upright man.

The second brother was silent and said, "The rest depends on her creation." He turned his head and looked at the beautiful man and said, "Thank you very much for asking this son to take care of her after her sister's illness."

What? Is it so light or give me to another man in front of me? The second brother is too bad! Even if you don't like me, you can't push me out. It's true that this man is good-looking, but it doesn't mean that he is my dish! I whined twice, and the tears fell without brewing, wetting the bandages wrapped around my face, and it was so wet and uncomfortable.

Second brother, did I do something wrong again? Don't let me leave you. I don't want to leave here. Suddenly, my heart was empty, so scared, so sad, I always felt that I had lost something, as if I had never got anything... The head wrapped into a steamed bun was faintly painful, as if something was about to rush out. I wanted to raise my hand and hug my head, but I had no choice but to roll around.

"Mother queen... Mother queen..." The milky sound of meat/tuanzi sounded again. He watched the play for a long time and finally participated in it, but my head did not stop the pain, but became more intense, because I wanted to figure out the identity of the meat/tuanzi. Who was the mother queen he called?

"This..." The beautiful man hesitated when he heard the meat/tuanzi talking, and the second brother and the fifth master obviously seemed to think of meat/tuanzi. The air in the room was still for a few seconds, and the fifth master sighed and said, "No one can stop her fate. No one can change it. No matter how strong your ability is, you can't change your life after all."

This is the second time I've heard the fifth master say that he changed his life against the sky, but I still don't know who he is talking about? Is it me? Because I have suffered many times, thinking that now that I am wrapped into a mummified and placed here, I have obviously experienced some inhuman disasters, which has brought trouble to everyone and attracted the attention of beautiful men.

Is this worth it? I thought about it evilly.

The headache continued. The beautiful man came over and gently picked me up and sat up straight, and then massaged my head slowly and gently with his hands. The strength of both hands was just right, and it really didn't hurt so much when I pressed my head a few times. I stared at my second brother angrily and said that I hated him.

The second brother didn't stare at me surprisingly, but sighed, "I'm so worried." This is the only time in his life that the second brother showed his feelings for me. The worry in his eyes was so deep that I suddenly felt that the second brother had always cared about me, but he was as gentle as his eldest brother and never put his feelings on his face but in his heart.

The fifth master is dispensing medicine on the table, and his figure is still so upright, but it seems to be much thinner. When he turned around, I was really stunned.

The hair is scattered and dry like straw on the head. A face is obviously much thinner, and the two eye sockets are deep. The two dark eyes seem to fall out. It's horrible. If you act in a ghost film, you don't need to wear makeup. The decent robe in the past is like hanging on a shelf at this time, and the body is thin and painful.

My nose was sore, my throat was whining, and my tears fell uncontrollably. Although the second brother is still outstanding, it is not difficult to see his hidden fatigue, just because the second brother only worries about me, but the fifth master has to try his best to boil pharmaceutical water for me, and I lie motionless like a dead man.

"Silly child, don't cry. Your eyes are hard to keep. If you cry again, it won't look good." The fifth master smiled, came over with a thick black and bitter potion, scooped it and put it into my mouth. Bitter~~ It's really bitter. I cried and frowned, but the protest was ineffective. The medicine was still fed into my mouth spoon by spoon.

I looked at the gentle movements of the fifth master, as if I was afraid of hurting a precious treasure. I suddenly wanted to understand what happened during my coma. Why did my second brother, who had always been very cold to me, change his mind? Why did the fifth master, who always taught me a lesson, scold me as usual when I woke up? They were all afraid. Although they tried to hide it, I still felt it, because the beautiful man holding me behind me was shaking uncontrollably, and they were all afraid.

But I can't say anything but make a weak and helpless whine, but they are busy with each other. Only the beautiful man still maintains his original posture to help me rub my swollen head.

He whispered, "Are you hungry?"

I shook my head and looked at the meat/tuple with my eyes, because the little guy stared at me with wide eyes and crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. Seeing me grinned, I looked so cute.

The beautiful man said, "He may not have slept well. You will be fine when you wake up. I'll take you to breastfeed the wet nurse later."

I moved my head and wanted to know the name of the beautiful man, because the beautiful man seemed to know me. But I searched the whole memory. Whether in the past or 18 years old in modern times, I don't remember that I knew such an evil man, so I was really itchy!

The beautiful man looked at me doubtfully with a pair of dark eyes. Only then did I notice that there was a little enchanting red in the depths of his pupils beating slightly like a candlelight, as if there was life, as if it was beating slowly with his heartbeat.

When he saw me staring at him straight, I asked him with a smile: Who are you?

He was stunned, and then frowned and stared at me for a long time. I used my mouth again, and then he lowered his eyelids and said lightly, "Do you really don't remember me?" He was like a seedling who had been ravaged by a gust of wind and frost, and lost his anger.

Now it's my turn to be stunned, because he used to remember. Did I know him, but now I forget, that is to say, my memory is incomplete and I forget a lot of things?