Mu Yan stretched: "I plan to go to bed first and go to the Jiyu Forbidden Area tomorrow morning."

"Don't go to Jiuli Tribe?"

Mu Yan thought for a while and said, "I won't go for the time being. What Master Xiaojiu said makes sense. Going rashly may be to die. What's more, I don't know what happened to Di Mingjue and Li Weiran now."

"I understand." Chu Moli nodded and pushed the wheelchair into the room.

Mu Yan frowned in confusion, thought for a while, and had to enter the room that Han Chujiu prepared for her.

After closing the door, he immediately entered the space and asked, "Qihuang, do you think that the third senior brother today is a little different from usual?"

Qihuang was looking at the galaxy ahead, but no answer for a moment.

Instead, the little yellow chicken rolled to Mu Yan's hand, rubbed her with her furry body, making a gurgling sound.

"Qihuang?"

Mu Yan's voice brought Qihuang to his senses.

The young man's narrow phoenix eyes were a little wide at this time, but the dark eyes were filled with confusion and panic.

"Qihuang, what's wrong?"

"I have seen those houses."

"What?"

Mu Yan was startled and asked quickly, "Where have you seen it? Have you been to Jiuli Tribe before?"

Qihuang shook his head, "I don't know what Jiuli tribe, but I have indeed seen that house."

“Where?”

"In... in..." Qihuang's brows frowned deeply, "Is Baili Liuyin... Baili Liuyin? No, no, I didn't see it next to Baili Liuyin, where did I see it? Why... I... I... I can't remember..."

Mu Yan was startled when he saw the look on his face becoming more and more painful, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

He quickly stepped forward and pressed his forehead with his palm, and his divine power poured into him, "Qihuang, calm down, be good, don't think about it if you can't remember it. Perhaps it's because of the lack of half of your soul that you have lost a part of your memory. It's no big deal."

"Look at Di Mingjue, I and Xiaobao, have forgotten before."

"But so what? Those who should meet will always meet, those who should belong to us will always belong to us, and feelings and traces left by the past will not dissipate due to the loss of memory."

Qihuang slowly raised his head, and his confused and chaotic eyes gradually focused, reflecting Mu Yan's shadow.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Mu Yan into his arms, tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, trembling and refused to let go.

Mu Yan was stunned by his actions. After a while, he realized, and reached out and patted his back: "Qi Xiaohuang, it's okay. No matter what the memory you forget is, it has nothing to do with your future. If you have sister, I will protect you, and no one can hurt you again."

...

Naughty kids are really not easy to comfort.

Mu Yan didn't know how long it took for Qihuang to be treated as a human-shaped pillow.

When Qihuang fell asleep and was able to escape, Mu Yan was frozen.

She touched the little yellow chicken sleeping beside her, and took a little good luck before she was ready to leave the space.

However, as soon as the spiritual consciousness was about to exit the space, the hem of the clothes was caught.

"Jun Muyan."

Qihuang opened his eyes at some point, looked at her with red eyes, and said hoarsely, "I want to go to Jiuli Tribe, I must go to Jiuli Tribe to see it."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his body seemed to have become transparent again.
Chapter completed!