Chapter 286 Your Two Months Are My Thirty Years
These words exploded like thunder.
The teacup in Ye Lingyu's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and Lou Chongxiao stood up suddenly.
"Thirty years? Huo Huo, we just met more than two months ago. When did you stay in the demon clan for thirty years?"
Hearing this, Gao Huohuo looked at Ying in disbelief.
Two months? What about the thirty scratches she'd made on the stone wall with her fingernails?
Then he let the ghost blood vine wrap around Ying, hung him in front of him, and patted his face.
"Your two months are my thirty years. The demon cultivators are indeed cunning and cunning."
When Gao Huohuo looked up again, the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.
"Feng Lan, lock up these two demon cultivators. I want to interrogate them personally."
"Junior Sister," Lou Chongxiao said with courage, "Perhaps there is some misunderstanding? Fellow Daoist Zhong and Ying..."
"I'm not your junior sister." Gao Huohuo narrowed his eyes, and the ghost blood vine was ready to move.
Zhong Hanshang and Ying looked at each other and did not resist.
Before being taken away by the fox guards, Zhong Hanshang turned around and looked at Gao Huohuo deeply.
"Huo Huo, believe it or not, I never meant to hurt you."
Gao Huohuo snorted coldly and turned away.
"What on earth is going on?" After Gao Huohuo left, Ye Lingyu anxiously grabbed Lou Chongxiao and asked, "How could Junior Sister become like this?"
Lou Zhongxiao shook his head blankly, "I don't know either... Junior Sister never spoke to me in that tone before."
"Let's ask Master and the others! I hope they can find a solution."
Inside the main hall of the Shadow Moon Sect, the light of the communication jade slip gradually dimmed, leaving the room in silence.
Zhao Feiyue was the first to break the silence: "Little Junior Sister, have you lost your memory?"
Lin Qingxue gently stroked the dust-repelling bead on the sword tassel that Gao Huohuo had given her, and whispered:
"According to what Third Senior Sister and the others said, it is indeed so, but I don't know what Junior Junior Sister went through in the Demon Tribe?
Why did she say she was trapped for thirty years?"
Hu Daji said, "I once read about a time array in a book that can make the flow of time inside the array different from that outside.
Huo Huo may have been trapped in the formation for thirty years, while only two months have passed in the outside world."
Shen Cangxuan nodded and continued to analyze:
"It's possible. The reason Huo Huo lost some of his memories was probably because something went wrong when fusing his clones."
"Master, I want to go over and take a look myself. Maybe I can help."
As soon as Lin Qingxue finished speaking, several other disciples also asked to go together.
Shen Cangxuan thought about it and agreed to their request.
Meet more familiar people, maybe you will remember it sooner.
Now, there were only two of them left in the Shadow Moon Sect, and even Bai He went with them.
On the second day, Gao Huohuo discovered that another group of people from the fox tribe had come.
When she stepped into the living room, nine pairs of eyes were directed at her.
Gao Huohuo paused slightly - these people were looking at her in strange ways.
It's like looking at a cat or dog that has been lost for many years, feeling surprised, happy, and a little cautious.
"Feng Lan, when did your fox tribe become so hospitable?"
Hearing this, Feng Lan coughed and then replied respectfully:
"Your Highness, these people all said they were your senior brothers and sisters, and I didn't dare to stop them!"
"Senior brothers and sisters? None of you have as high a cultivation level as me, yet you still call yourselves my senior brothers and sisters. It's ridiculous!"
The eight people who were caught in the crossfire looked at each other, then turned and looked up at the sky.
Junior sister opened fire at full force, not even sparing her own people?
Only Bai He looked at Gao Huohuo eagerly. He wanted to go up and talk to him but was worried that his junior uncle would be upset again.
"What about those two demon cultivators? I want to interrogate them separately."
When they heard that Gao Huohuo wanted to interrogate Zhong Hanshang and Ying, everyone in the Yingyue Sect was a little worried.
Finally, Ye Lingyu said with a look of disapproval:
"They've made me suffer so much, it's okay for me to collect some of the interest myself."
The Fox Clan Prison.
The stone steps in the dungeon were cold and damp. Gao Huohuo took each step heavily, deliberately making crisp sounds with his boot heels.
She wanted the half-demon to hear that his judge had come.
"Open the door," she said to the guard, her voice as cold as ice.
The iron bars creaked open, and in the dim cell, Zhong Hanshang sat against the wall.
When he looked up, a ray of light fell on his face through the small window high up, outlining the outline that was inexplicably familiar to her.
Gao Huohuo clenched his sleeves tightly.
"You're here." Zhong Hanshang stood up, and the chains rattled.
His voice was soft, but it was like a blunt knife slowly filing at her nerves.
She raised her chin, and the ghost blood vine raised its head like a venomous snake. "Don't pretend that we are very familiar with each other. You answer whatever I ask."
Zhong Hanshang did not respond, but just looked at her quietly.
An indescribable emotion surged in her chest, and she suddenly wanted to tear this calm face apart.
"The first question—" Gao Huohuo took a step closer, but was caught off guard by the scent of pine wood mixed with rust on him.
The smell was like a fine needle, piercing precisely into the cracks in her memory.
Her breathing stagnated, and the question she had prepared was stuck in her throat.
Zhong Hanshang suddenly raised his hand, and she immediately took a half step back, and the ghost blood vine grew out violently.
"It's just the straw."
He smiled bitterly and picked up a stalk of dry grass from her shoulder, his movements as familiar as if he had done it a thousand times.
When his fingertips accidentally brushed the shell of her ear, a shiver ran up her spine, startling her so much that she almost summoned vines to attack.
It's so weird.
Gao Huohuo stared at his palm - it was trembling slightly.
The ghost blood vine squirmed restlessly around her wrist, and she could feel its desire for Zhong Hanshang's blood.
But when she was about to urge it, the tip of the vine curled up hesitantly.
"What did you do to my ghost blood vine?" she asked sternly.
"Huohuo, maybe it's not what I did to it, but you forgot me, but it still helped you remember me."
Zhong Hanshang stepped forward and took out his Jinghong Sword.
"Where are your Ziying and Hanguang? They both remember what happened between you and me."
"Nonsense!" She pressed her temples hard, where a throbbing pulse was throbbing. "The demons are best at deceiving people—"
"You loved sweet-scented osmanthus cakes the most," Zhong Hanshang said suddenly. "You used to like wearing red clothes, and you would pick your fingers unconsciously when you were thinking."
He took a step forward with each sentence until the ghost blood vine pressed against his chest.
Gao Huohuo was struck by lightning, but heard the chains rattling - Zhong Hanshang took the opportunity to grab her wrist.
The moment their skin touched, a burst of heat exploded from the point of contact.
Countless fragments flashed before her eyes: the disdain they had when they met in Anhe, the joint battle in Luoxia City, and the life-and-death dependence of the demon clan...
"Let go!" She screamed and threw him off. The ghost blood vine whipped uncontrollably against the stone wall, leaving a deep mark.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if trying to break free from some invisible restraints.
The feeling was horrible - he hated the demons, but when this half-demon touched him, every inch of his flesh cheered.
Zhong Hanshang was knocked against the wall by the aftermath of the vines, but he still looked up at her stubbornly.
"Your body remembers me, doesn't it?"
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