In the past three years, Yan Zixiu had thought countless times about what would happen after his master came back.

He thought that he must be angry with Jing Shaoci for a long, long time, until the other party got anxious.

But he also thought, what if little bitter melon was really sad?

Every time he thought of this, Yan Zixiu felt that he had turned back into the little beggar who could be coaxed with a chicken leg.

But now all this is meaningless, Jing Shaoci no longer loves him.

Yan Zixiu folded his hands and raised them flat, bowed deeply to Yin Qinghe and Xie Chence, "Master, uncle."

He was still as peaceful and polite as before, but the hearts of the two people opposite seemed to be tightened by a rope in an instant.

Yin Qinghe had never seen Yan Zixiu look so lost before. Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a miserable life.

He immediately stepped forward to help Yan Zixiu up, and then asked anxiously, "Xiaowu, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, I'm fine."

Yin Qinghe became even more anxious, holding his arms tightly and said, "Are you going to lie to me now?" Yan

Zixiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and all his previous spirit became silent.

"It's Jing Shaoci, right?" Yin Qinghe put down his hand and rolled up his sleeves, "I'm going to find that brat!"

But Yan Zixiu grabbed his wrist and said, "Master, don't go."

"How can I not go?!" Yin Qinghe's chest was heaving violently, "Xiaowu, don't worry, I have found a way to break the curse, wait..."

"You really don't have to go." Yan Zixiu's tone was extremely calm, "He doesn't want me anymore."

Yin Qinghe's chest tightened, and he hugged him directly into his arms, choking and saying, "It's Master's fault, it's all Master's fault..."

He also wanted to come back earlier, but the Futu flower that can break the curse will bloom in five years. When he found it, it was just a bud. He was afraid that others would snatch it away if he left, so he had to stay there day and night.

He rushed back as soon as he picked it, but he never thought that he was still a step late.

Seeing Yan Zixiu like this, Xie Chence's eyes also showed throbbing pain.

Yan Zixiu patted Yin Qinghe's back soothingly and said softly, "Master, you are right."

But these words did not comfort her at all, Yin Qinghe hugged him tighter instead.

"Xiaowu, some things are better to be solved, Jing Shaoci must know the truth." Xie Chence said solemnly.

Yan Zixiu listened to his words, but just smiled and said, "Uncle Master, please comfort Master."

At this time, Yin Qinghe stood up and wiped his eyes, then said firmly, "Xiaowu, wait for me."

Unexpectedly, Yan Zixiu stopped him for the first time as soon as he finished speaking, "Master, I beg you."

The word "beg" instantly made Yin Qinghe feel countless sadness.

What to do? His little five is so pitiful.

Yan Zixiu brought them back to the hotel where they were filming. Li Fengzhi went out of town, and the assistants didn't know Yin Qinghe and the others.

When they arrived in front of the room, Duan Shaoheng, who had been silent, said, "Brother Xiu, I'll ask for leave from your martial arts instructor for this afternoon. Remember to eat." Yan Zixiu

nodded slightly, "Thank you."

Yin Qinghe was completely out of spirits and didn't pay any attention to Duan Shaoheng. Instead, Xie Chence looked at him obscurely, and then looked at Yan Zixiu.

After entering the room, Yan Zixiu asked, "Master, uncle, what would you like for lunch?"

The calmer he was, the more uncomfortable Yin Qinghe felt.

It's better to be angry or cry, or even curse, than to act as if nothing happened.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Yan Zixiu said to Yin Qinghe, "Master, you don't need to worry about the past. I have decided to ascend."

Yin Qinghe suddenly widened his eyes, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

Because he knew that Xiaowu really wanted to let go of everything.

Xie Chence could no longer hold back his temper and said, "Xiaowu, Master will take you to teach that kid a lesson. I'll hold him down and you can beat him up."

Yan Zixiu laughed helplessly and said, "Master, how come you are the same as Master?"

After that, he picked up his phone and said, "There is a hot pot restaurant nearby. The taste is pretty good. Let's go together."

Yin Qinghe wanted to say something, but Xie Chence held her shoulders.

"Okay, let's go eat hot pot."

The two of them accompanied Yan Zixiu for an afternoon. In the evening, Yan Zixiu opened a room for them on the same floor and then went to the training ground alone.

"Chen Ce, Xiao Wu is about to leave, aren't you anxious?"

Xie Chen Ce looked at him and said, "You don't know what kind of personality Xiao Wu has. He will at least finish filming this drama before he leaves. Let's accompany him for a few days, and then go find Jing Shao Ci."

Yin Qinghe felt uncomfortable as if ants were gnawing at his body, "But I can't wait even a day!"

In fact, Xie Chen Ce was the same. How could he not feel sorry for his disciple who had grown up with him since he was a child.

"Then we'll leave tonight."

After Yan Zixiu arrived at the training ground, he found Duan Shaoheng there.

As soon as he saw him, he ran over with a smile, "Brother Xiu, you're here."

Yan Zixiu said "hmm", and then went to the side to pick up the training equipment.

Duan Shaoheng didn't pester him. After Yan Zixiu started practicing, he also went to the side to practice his own moves.

After about ten minutes, Duan Shaoheng said, "Master, I can't do this movement well."

Duan Shaoheng always called him Brother Xiu when they were close to each other in private, but when he asked him for something, he would call him Master.

Yan Zixiu put down the things in his hands and walked over to correct his posture.

"When doing this movement, don't turn your wrist outward, pull it inward and it will be much smoother."

Duan Shaoheng did it as he said, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, "It's not awkward anymore."

Yan Zixiu nodded, and then continued to do his own thing.

The two practiced together until after nine o'clock. On the way back to the hotel, Duan Shaoheng suddenly said, "Every time I'm alone with you, I feel like I'm stealing time."

He turned to look at Yan Zixiu, "They say stealing is addictive. I don't think I can change it."

Yan Zixiu listened to his words, but his expression did not fluctuate at all, "Shaoheng, I am not your lover."

This was not the first time he was rejected.

Duan Shaoheng lowered his eyes to hide the bitterness in his eyes, then looked at Yan Zixiu and smiled, "Even if Master is as good as a god, he certainly can't imagine how deep my feelings for you are."

When he said this, he always used a half-joking and half-serious tone.

Because he always raised his hand sincerely but no one held it, even he wanted to laugh at himself.

At this time, the two of them just walked to the door of the hotel. Duan Shaoheng waved his hand and said, "Brother Xiu, go to bed early, see you tomorrow."

Yan Zixiu did not respond, but just watched him run to the elevator quietly.

After returning to the room, he took a shower first, and then went to Yin Qinghe and Xie Chence to say goodnight.

"You've been tired all day, go back and go to bed early." Yin Qinghe had completely put aside the mania during the day, and pinched his shoulders and reminded him.

Yan Zixiu lowered his head slightly, "I will obey the master's instructions."

After he left, Yin Qinghe's expression immediately changed, and he looked to his side and said, "Chence."

Xie Chence said decisively, "Let's go."

Yin Qinghe and he held hands, and in the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the spot.

When the two arrived at the Jing family, the servants had already gone to the side building to rest, so when the pager rang, Jing Fengyi picked up the phone from the bedside.

After calling up the surveillance screen on the screen, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

Xie Wanxin looked at his abnormal behavior and said in surprise: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

"It's Xiao Xiu's master and uncle."

The couple hurried downstairs to open the door. The first sentence Yin Qinghe said when he entered the room was: "Where is that brat?"

At this time, Jing Shaoci was still looking at the cooperation plan in the study. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the door, and the next second the door fell down.

Yin Qinghe retracted his feet and strode towards Jing Shaoci, then grabbed his shirt with both hands and lifted him up from the seat.

"What did you promise me at the beginning? Do you love Xiaowu so much?! You bastard..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci directly pushed his hand away, and then brushed the wrinkles on his shirt with his fingers expressionlessly.

"This is the Jing family. If you want to find Yan Zixiu, go somewhere else."

"Fuck!"

Yin Qinghe could no longer suppress his anger and punched him in the side of his face.

His punch was very powerful. If Jing Shaoci had not been protected by Yan Zixiu's cultivation, his jawbone would have been dislocated.

Xie Chence stepped forward and hugged Yin Qinghe's waist, and said anxiously: "Xiaohe, calm down. You beat him up, but Xiaowu is still worried."

"I calm down, fucking chickens and rabbits in the same cage!" Yin Qinghe pounced and kicked Jing Shaoci, "What did you hear from him!!"

Jing Shaoci raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the position of the tiger's mouth.

But the wound was a bit big, and the blood started to flow again just after wiping it.

Xie Guanxin was listening to the noise upstairs in the living room downstairs, and said anxiously: "Husband, are we really not going to go up and take a look?"

"No." Jing Fengyi clenched his right hand, "Our son treated Xiao Xiu like that, it is reasonable for the master to come to settle the score."

Yin Qinghe was so angry that his throat tasted blood. He yelled at Jing Shaoci: "Think about it carefully, even if Xiaowu was fake to you, he was always real to me, right?! Emperor Hong cut open my abdomen to take out the elixir, how stupid must Xiaowu be to be with Lu Wuchen, the prince!!!"

"You only remember what happened before the thirty-two years of Chongwu, what about the thirty-three and thirty-four years? You can't remember anything after that, don't you think it's weird?"

Yin Qinghe's words were like using one hand to push Jing Shaoci into a bottomless abyss in the cold winter.

His whole body was numb and cold, as if countless sharp objects were piercing his nerves repeatedly.

What happened after the thirty-two years of Chongwu, why can't he remember anything at all.

Why can't he remember, why? !

Jing Shaoci asked himself repeatedly, and the little blood on his face faded away at this moment.

Although Yin Qinghe was cursing, she was also heartbroken to see him like this.

"I wanted to take Xiaowu away three years ago, but he said that you would be sad if you couldn't see him when you woke up."

Yin Qinghe was so sad that he couldn't breathe. "But what about you? You don't want him anymore, right?"

Jing Shaoci stood there without saying a word, blood dripping down his jaw to his chest.

Yin Qinghe smiled sadly, tears overflowing from his eyes.

"I once said that Xiaowu should live well, even for you."

He looked at Jing Shaoci, "Do you know why I said that? Why would such a strong man have the thought of dying?"

At this point, Yin Qinghe roared directly: "That's because he was in too much pain when he was alive. He couldn't live anymore. Do you understand? -!!" Seeing this

, Xie Chence immediately raised his hands and hugged him in his arms.

Yin Qinghe grabbed his clothes tightly, and couldn't help uttering a sob from his throat.

Xie Chence wrapped his big hand around the back of his hand, then looked up at Jing Shaoci and said, "You must think that Xiaowu approached you intentionally with his memory, but you are wrong."

His eyes were filled with deep disappointment, "If Qinghe hadn't sealed all the memories about the Fengwang Mansion, Xiaowu wouldn't even have the idea of ​​reincarnation."

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the fact."

Jing Shaoci felt as if his chest was cut open by a sharp blade, and his internal organs flowed all over the floor, instantly making his eyes go black.

He staggered back two steps, and his lower back hit the table directly.

Seeing him like this, Xie Chence didn't want to say anything more, and hugged Yin Qinghe and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, when they reached the door, Yin Qinghe held his arm and said, "I have one last thing to tell him."

After saying that, he turned to look at Jing Shaoci and said, "The reason why you lost your later memories is because Lu Wuchen cast a death curse on you. I have been looking for a way to break the curse for the past three years. Today I found it, but you are not worthy of it."

If Jing Shaoci recovered all his memories, he would definitely pester Xiaowu. He didn't want to see Xiaowu suffer anymore.

****

After Yan Zixiu returned to his room, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

He sat cross-legged and tried to calm himself down.

But after more than ten minutes, Yan Zixiu opened his eyes and strode out of the bedroom. After

arriving at the door of Yin Qinghe's room, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell, but after waiting for two or three minutes, there was no response from inside.

He summoned a little paper man and crawled under the door, only to find that the room was empty.

He frowned hard, returned to the room, and teleported directly to the Jing family.

As soon as Xie Chence and Yin Qinghe came out of the gate, they saw Yan Zixiu standing there with his back straight.

"Xiaowu."

The two hurried down the stairs, and just when they walked in front of Yan Zixiu, Jing Shaoci actually chased them out.

Yan Zixiu looked up at him, and then said in a very calm tone: "Mr. Jing, I'm sorry to bother you. Please don't blame me."

After that, he said to Yin Qinghe: "Master, it's getting late, let's go back."

Jing Shaoci stood there, feeling cold all over, and couldn't muster any strength. He found that Yan Zixiu

had returned to the way he was when they first met, distant and indifferent, cold and aloof, without the slightest breath of a living person.