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Compared to the quiet of the small house, the Liu Residence was bustling with noise and excitement. Prince Long Eight and Clove came to stay at the Liu Family Village. The two young people were having a good time. The amnesic lilac is curious about all the grass in the Liujiazhao village, so Dragon 8 can only be a free tour guide. After knowing the entire village like the back of her hand, she suddenly became very interested in the Liu residence. Once her young mistress lost her temper, everyone could only follow her and make a ruckus in the mansion.

That day, seeing a servant come out from the backyard in a bad mood, Clove asked, and found out that there was a patient in the backyard who had been bedridden for a long time, but who ignored him all the time. Her curiosity piqued, she didn't bother to make an appointment with Long Ba to go for a stroll on the mountain, and instead went to the backyard.

Just as he pushed the door open, he was choked by the dust that floated up. In the room, there was a bed, a table, and a chair. It was extremely simple and crude. A man in black clothes was lying on the bed. His brows were tightly knitted, as if he was enduring some sort of pain. However, his expression was as calm as water, neither happy nor sad.

Lilac curiously looked at him and said, "Hey," Yang Jian opened his eyes and looked at her. He could not help but be stunned. But with just that one glance, Lilac suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, mixed with an extremely strange feeling. She looked curiously at him and said: "That's strange. Hey, do I know you?"

Yang Jian looked at her silently. Was the child a guest at Agarwood? Young and full of vigor, it seems that the decision from before was not wrong. However, wasn't this a bit too cruel? So passionately loved, and now completely forgotten because of herself?

He smiled with mixed emotions. Lilac clapped her hands and said, "So you know how to laugh? I thought you couldn't hear me! "

Following that was a series of questions. Seeing Yang Jian only lying on the bed and smiling faintly, he could not help but become slightly displeased, saying, "He didn't say anything, he's really bored to death." By the way, did they say you can't move? My family's Long Ba has a lot of spiritual medicines. Come, I'll bring you to him! "

She pulled Yang Jian up without any explanation and lowered her head. She saw a strange object under this person's collar. It had a strange shape, but it seemed like she had seen it before. She reached out her hand and took it out to examine it carefully.

It was a small ornament in the shape of a silver moon, with a silkworm rope looped around its neck. The silver moon was carved with strange runes, shimmering with a strange light. Lilac looked at it repeatedly, then looked at Yang Jian and said, "I've seen it before, but where exactly have I seen it before? However, this thing is really pretty! " When Yang Jian saw that she was unwilling to let go of the silver ornaments, his expression could not help but change. He opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to say anything.

A person outside shouted, "Lilac, lilac!" His voice was somewhat anxious, but it was Dragon Eight.

Long Ba waited for Clove to wait for a long time, but no one was around. After asking, he found out that she had gone to Yang Jian's house. In his great shock, Dragon Eight suddenly remembered that three years ago, the Third Mother had indeed taken Yang Jian away. Only, the Fourth Princess had been resurrected, and Chen Xiang and the others had never mentioned it on this trip here. He had almost forgotten about his hated enemy from the start.

He hurriedly rushed over, pushed open the door and entered. He saw Clove standing in front of Yang Jian, and she had her head lowered as she looked carefully at something.

Seeing Long Ba come in, Luan beckoned him over, and smiled: "Little Eight, come look at this. I seem to have seen someone. Silver Armor … That person seemed to be wearing a silver armor … "That's not right, it's not a play, who would wear what armor?" Ye Zichen frowned and thought bitterly.

Dragon Eight's heart pounded. "Silver armor?" He thought to himself, "Yang Jian is the biggest enemy who ever killed her." Although the heavens were pitiable, after the divine axe split open the mountain, it actually ended its own life, allowing the lilac to be reborn. However, her hatred towards Yang Jian is bound to be strong. If she were to really stare at Yang Jian, I'm afraid that all of her memories would be … "

Thinking back to when Lilac was infatuated with Chen Xiang, Long Ba broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly grabbed her arm, and said gently: "What armor, isn't this just a Silver-Moon accessory?" Lilac, if you like it, I'll make you ten or eight, and you can take them with you every day, okay? "Come, let's go out first?"

Lilac shook her head. "No, I just like it. I won't go." Long Ba panicked. "You like it? "Alright, I'll help you remove it." As he took it from Clove's hand, he couldn't help but let out a cry. He felt that there was a strange flow of true essence within this object that was immediately concealed. He looked around and saw Yang Jian looking at the accessory in his hand with a strange expression. He was stunned for a moment before thinking, "Yang Jian was once the God of Justice. Although his character is bad, his skills are not bad. The things that he carries around with him may also be extremely dangerous magical equipment.

He didn't hesitate and said, "Lilac, since you like it, I'll give it to you." Increasing the strength in his hand, with a tug, Yang Jian frowned slightly. The silkworm's thin rope had sunk deep into the back of his neck, but it was unable to break.

Clove couldn't bear it any longer. "Be gentler. You're bleeding." Dragon Eight said, "Why be polite to such a person? Lilac, watch me get it for you! " Seeing Yang Jian staring at the silver ornament and thinking that he did not want to part with it, he got angry. He picked up Yang Jian's body, removed the rope from his head and neck, then released his grip, and threw him heavily onto the bed.

The moment the thin rope left Yang Jian's body, the silver ornaments on the chain suddenly glowed. Dragon Eight felt his hands go numb, as if he was struck by lightning, and staggered backwards. When the light beam struck Yang Jian's body, he was immediately knocked to the ground. With a bang, his forehead hit the corner of the bed, causing blood to immediately drip down.

Clove cried out in alarm, "Dragon Eight, what are you doing?" Walking forward to support Yang Jian, he saw that Yang Jian's face was pale, with a faint but bitter smile. He had clearly never seen it before, but he was deeply impressed. For a moment, he was dumbfounded.

It was as if his entire body was being roasted by fire, and thousands of small knives were stabbing and stirring all over the place. The zhen qi that had been messed up by Yaoji a few days ago was once again being abused. In the instant before he fainted, Yang Jian knew that compared to the day before, the situation was only worse.

"I've always been unable to act or speak. It's impossible for me to even gamble on this." The unconscious Qin Lie could not suppress his bitter smile, "How much mana was sealed before we went to Karakorum? Fifty percent or more? However, his meridians had been severely injured recently, so how could he withstand such a sudden attack? So what if the bet was won? So what if I take back this mana? This body is still a useless piece of trash who can't even speak or move. "

The sweet taste in his throat finally caused him to bleed. Even though Long Ba hated him to the core, he couldn't help but panic as he brought Clove to ask for help.

Thus, three years after they picked up Yang Jian and left him at home, the three madams entered the house for the first time.

With mixed feelings, she pressed Yang Jian's left wrist, causing the third mother to be slightly shocked. The meridians in Yang Jian's heavily injured body were once again shattered by a tyrannical force. Although he had true essence to protect his heart, his inner breathing was also extremely chaotic, and was almost uncontrollable. He then asked Dragon Eight about the details of the process, before carefully inspecting the silver moon ornament and guessing, "This accessory was obtained from the time he killed the demon a few thousand years ago. I don't know what it can be used for. Perhaps you touched the mechanism while playing with him, and coincidentally injured him. "

She activated her true qi and stuck it on Yang Jian's chest as she flowed in. Zhang Xuan touched it with his palm, and his heart jolted. As far as he could remember, his chest was warm and thick. When he was young, he loved to hug himself and sing nursery rhymes to tell stories. But now, he was so thin and weak, even his heartbeat was slow and laborious. In that instant, her heart became empty, and she could not bear to look at Yang Jian's unconscious and lonely face again.

Seeing her stunned, Long Ba lowered his head apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Third Saintess, I didn't mean to hurt him." The Third Mother came back to her senses and sighed, "Ao Chun, you don't have to blame yourself. "Yang Jian, your Eastern Sea Dragon Palace is too much. You didn't want to take revenge at first, but you accidentally injured him. Long Ba calmed down and asked, "Then is he in serious trouble?"

The Third Mother sent zhenqi into his body and helped him bring the chaotic breathing back into his Qi Sea, saying, "My second brother's cultivation is very deep, and he was heavily injured all those years ago, so he can still retain some of his protective zhenqi. When I can make it in time, I can help him gather his Qi. Although people will suffer a bit, they will not have to worry about their lives. "

After pausing for a while, she thought of something and hesitantly said, "Eighth Prince, Clove, today's matter ends here. You don't need to tell anyone else." Although my mother had always been unwilling to see him, after all, their hearts were connected. Since he's fine, there's no need for her to worry about him. "

Yang Jian fell into a coma for eleven days in a row. On the twelfth day, the chaotic true energy finally entered his control under the guidance of the Third Mother. However, just as he had expected, the damaged meridians were unable to recover. His body and pain were the same as before, to the point where his magic power had advanced by leaps and bounds.

From this day onwards, the small house returned to its former tranquility. Maybe it was because they had been separated for too long? At first, when he was weak, he could not bear to face him. However, after days, he completely ignored him. And his expression, which seemed to contain too many things, always made her want to avoid him. Now that he was awake, she had even less courage to meet his slightly moved and confused gaze.

Only after a long time did she finally understand what that gaze really meant, but by then, it was already far too late …

But what the Third Mother did not expect was that there were another pair of eyes that had been quietly observing everything in the room these days.

Still holding the Purple Jade Staff, the one-armed man silently appeared in front of the bed. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the staff was already in front of Yang Jian's throat.

"It's been three whole years. Yang Jian, it seems like you have already forgotten your promise?" he said in a deep voice.

Yang Jian looked at him indifferently, as if he had already predicted that he would come. The one-armed man took back his purple jade staff, smiled slightly and said: "You actually know that I don't want to kill you. See I'm outside? It seems like your magic power has recovered quite a bit. "

He sat on the side of the bed with a sorrowful look on his face and said, "I've always wanted to be friends with you. Unfortunately, this hope is getting more and more distant. You know what? My big brother is dead, and there's also my only nephew, the young man who accompanied me to this broken temple last time. "

Yang Jian trembled. The one-armed man stared blankly into the darkness of the room. His voice did not fluctuate at all, as if he was narrating other people's matters, but was also uncontrollably sad.

"Big brother cultivates in Dao arts. He cannot engage in close combat, and even more so, cannot kill." I gave you time to resume your fight, but he thought I was afraid of your sister and nephew. We fought many times over this matter, but who knew that he … He actually did not hesitate to destroy his beloved son and himself, using the Fuxi Water Mirror to lay down the Deicide Formation, and also forced me to take control of the formation to take revenge. "

Yang Jian's gaze was as sharp as a blade, and he stayed up late. As a god of justice, he had known far more secrets than ordinary people. The Fuxi Water Mirror was a relic of an ancient god. Although no one knew what it could be used for, it could not be considered a lethal weapon. "However, if the God Slaying Formation was activated, even if the Three Purities Four Imperial Guards were trapped within, they would only be reduced to ashes.

The one-armed man's voice was still calm as he said, "Since the formation will be completed in half a year, I need to take revenge according to big brother's last wishes. True Lord, although I promised that I would never seek revenge against your sister before defeating you, I have no other choice now. "

He stood up slowly, as if he couldn't bear the burden anymore. He murmured, "I have pursued martial arts my whole life, but in the end, I have to use a formation to kill and avenge myself. The friend I wanted to make the most in my life, yet I could only become my greatest enemy. However, Yang Jian, do you still want to insist on your protection? "

He turned his head to look at Yang Jian. In Yang Jian's eyes, there was only calmness and waiting, as if he was waiting for him to continue speaking.

The one-armed man let out a long sigh, nodded and said, "I understand, Yang Jian, you should recover your strength after half a year. Thus, when I activate the formation, I will give you a chance. Except, I hope that you are worth it. However, your sacrifice may not be able to reap any rewards. "

The staff rose, and smoke rose from under his feet, hiding the one-armed man in the darkness. Yang Jian pondered for a long time before laughing silently.

"Half a year? He should be able to reform his primordial spirit. Third sister, are you still underestimating your second brother? Do you think that I'm just messing around with the remnants of his protective zhen Qi layer? Your understanding of me is not as good as that of an enemy who has to fight to the death with me. "