This broken mirror is big and round

Chapter 69 Return the Clothes to Me

Nie Yan closed his eyes again, trying to sort out his emotions.

Then he moved tentatively for a while, maybe because he slept for too long, his legs and feet were still a little numb.

When he opened his eyes again, he stared at Qin Guifeng for a moment, and under Qin Guifeng's delighted gaze, he suddenly reached out and rubbed the blood on his forehead forcefully.

Qin Pifeng seemed to be taken aback for a while, and then hid back, looking at Nie Zhen suspiciously.

"Nie Chen?"

Nie Xuan ignored him, just grabbed Qin Guifeng's collar, forced his head down, and rubbed it down persistently.

Seeing Nie Zhen's stern expression, Qin Biefeng shrank a little from his familiar clear eyes, which were covered with a layer of gray. Then he remembered what the writing on his forehead represented, and suddenly covered it awkwardly.

"You can't rub it," he stared at Nie Zhen earnestly and said, "Nie Xuan's, my husband."

"roll!"

When Nie Xuan heard the words, he felt full of absurdity. What he had longed for in such a humble way, now only had great irony in his eyes.

So he swung his arm mercilessly, almost knocking Qin Bandit out of the door with his palm.

Qin Guifeng slammed into the door frame so hard that the boards on his legs fell off. He lay on the ground and struggled for a long time but couldn't get up, so he anxiously crawled forward.

Nie Xuan had already got up, staring blankly at the intertwined scars on his wrists, a bit of haze added to his face.

But he suddenly remembered something, and tremblingly touched his left eye.

—— These are Qin Bandit's eyes.

He sneered, remembering that he once envied "He Yunshang" when he lost his memory, and firmly believed that Qin Pifeng had a deep love for "He Yunshang", so much that he even gave him his eyes.

But when he really became "He Yunshang", he had nothing to think about except that he was innocent and ridiculous.

"If we exchange it back, won't we owe each other?"

He lowered his head, looked at Qin Bandit at his feet and murmured softly.

And Qin Banditfeng just came over with great effort, raised his hand and carefully pulled off the corner of Nie Xuan's robe.

He said in panic, "Nie Xuan, don't forget me."

It turned out that he thought that Nie Zhen had really forgotten him, so he treated him like this.

Nie Xuan looked at him anxiously again, and said incoherently: "Nie Xuan...give me food, wear new clothes, and...be my wife, kiss and hug, and take a bath together... "

"..."

These few broken explanations trying to recall his "memory" made Nie Xuan pause for a moment, actually remembering the "first encounter" between him and him at the foot of Bushou Mountain, which seemed like a lifetime away.

It's really strange, Nie Xuan thought, why did Qin Bandit appear there by such a coincidence when he lost his mind?And why did he easily develop a good impression and dependence on himself?

Is it evil?

"I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me," Nie Xuan looked at him gloomily for a while, but suddenly squatted down, "This clothes...you give it back to me."

As he said that, Nie Xuan didn't wait for Qin Pifeng to understand what he meant, so he started to untie his belt roughly.

"...Nie Xuan!?"

It wasn't until Qin Guifeng was forced to take off half of it that he finally figured out what he meant, and told him to roll over stubbornly while being surprised.

"This is, it's for me!" He tried to put it back on with one hand, dressed in a mess, and said with a rare tough expression, "Give it to me, Nie Zhen——"

But before he finished speaking, Nie Xuan grabbed his throat.

"You don't deserve it," Nie Yan glared at him with red eyes, exerting a little force between his fingers, as if he wanted to crush him, "You've pestered me for so long, new and old grudges are settled, you think I'll save your life !"

"..."

Qin Pifeng's face turned blue from suffocation, and he couldn't say a word, but his gaze towards Nie Zhen was still full of persistence and nostalgia.

Seeing that he was not moving, Nie Xuan only stared at him firmly with that one eye, and recalled in a trance that when he protected himself several times, he also had such a firm appearance, as if everything in the world was the most important.

Unconsciously let go.

Then he suddenly mentioned it again, obviously furious because of the momentary softening of his heart just now, and went to tear his clothes again without hesitation.

"I will return the eyes to you, and you must return my things."

Therefore, Qin Guifeng had no power to resist Nie Zhen at this moment. The result of his desperate resistance was that his fixed arm lost its support, and the large wound that had been carefully bandaged in front of him oozes blood again. .

As if he still didn't feel it, he firmly pressed the only piece of fabric left in his hand, whimpering and refusing to let go, as if he would lose everything if he let go.

"Qin Bandit Feng!" Nie Xuan roared, "What the hell are you doing! I won't forgive you if you play tricks like this!"

"You just became stupid, I just feel disgusted when I see you!"

Nie Xuan roared, and with all his might, he tore the corner of the fabric into shreds.

"I won't kill you yet," and seeing Qin Guifeng looking at the rags in his hand unacceptably, Nie Zhen got up again tremblingly, and said decisively, "I will borrow your eyes for a while, and wait for me to get the rags that I should ask you." I will pay back all my debts, and finally I will settle your debts!"

After finishing speaking, Nie Zhen tightly squeezed the torn clothes in his hand, unwilling to stay any longer, so he wanted to leave here.

What he was actually afraid of was himself. Once he recovered his memory, he suddenly didn't know who was himself.

But the impact of memories on him was too strong, he had no choice but to force himself not to crave all the sweet dreams after amnesia.

"Nie Chen..."

But the voice of grievance came from the ground again, he frowned and looked, Qin Guifeng hugged his leg like a child.

His blood-stained chest was pressed against Nie Zhen, and he looked up at him pitifully.

"Nie Chen, I'm in pain."

"..."

Nie Xuan wanted to kick his leg away, but it weighed a thousand catties.

And just as his eyes flickered, his expression changed suddenly, and he rolled on the spot without hesitation holding Qin Banditfeng, and then looked back, only to see that where they were originally standing was already a knife sticking out a sharp knife. backstabbing.

It is the crossbow of eternal hatred.

Nie Xuan sneered, before I went to find you, you came to the door first.