Chapter 251

the second day

"Xiao Ming, let's go down the mountain."

He carried the basket early. The basket was full of wild fruits picked yesterday. He came out with a happy face.

Chen Xiaoming's figure came out of one side of the room. He was cut off from his memory. At the moment, he looked confused about what he wanted to do.

Where is it? What do you want to do? Where are you going again?

I don't know anything, so after thinking, Chen Xiaoming decided to stay here for the time being.

Don't get me wrong. He Chen Xiaoming didn't stay because of Bai Qian, let alone greedy for each other's body.

He's just a simple lecherous!

Eh, I wonder why such an idea flashed in my mind.

I took a look at Bai Qian's peerless face in front of me. Sure enough, I was still

Chen Xiaoming cut off the idea. What bad ideas dared to echo in his mind.

"Well, let's go."

It was agreed yesterday that they would go down the mountain with these wild fruits in exchange for some food. Otherwise, they would not have enough to eat with the wild fruits.

Chen Xiaoming doesn't care. It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat, but Bai qian can't.

They went all the way down the mountain and walked along the path to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The market town is located at the foot of the handsome mountain, but there are also many residents. It is very lively. All kinds of strange and interesting gadgets have attracted Bai Qian's eyes, just like a child. It is very happy.

Chen Xiaoming followed all the way. Those strange gadgets seemed to have blurred images in his memory, but they were very vague.

I don't know if it was because I didn't cut it all when I cut it, or for some other reason.

However, Chen Xiaoming doesn't care about these at the moment. Now he has no mind to think about what he was thinking before.

They went to the market with Bai Qian. When they were ready to change rice, a Jianghu Taoist stood in front of them.

"Girl, where do you come from?"

He stopped Bai Qian and Chen Xiaoming, stared at the fan in Bai Qian's hand, and asked maliciously.

"I picked it up."

Without much thought and knowing the Taoist's mind, Bai Qian blurted out directly.

Chen Xiaoming looked at it quietly. He always felt that the Taoist deserved to be beaten.

Listening to Bai Qian's words, the Taoist's eyes lit up. He was worried that Bai Qian had something to do with the fan owner, but now it can be ruled out.

"Girl, can you sell me this fan?"

Pointing to the fan in Bai Qian's hand, the Taoist priest's rat eyes glittered with treacherous light.

Chen Xiaoming frowned, which made him very unhappy, but the other party didn't do it after all, and he didn't want to rush in front of Bai Qian.

Bai Qian shook her head. This fan is the first thing she found. She wants to keep it as a souvenir.

Seeing that the Taoist couldn't get it skillfully, he directly grabbed the fan in Bai Qian's hand.

"Pa."

With a dull noise, he saw that the Taoist's hand was grasped by Chen Xiaoming. The seemingly thin hand was stronger than iron pliers. No matter how the Taoist struggled, he couldn't shake a penny.

"You've been unhappy for a long time, and you dare to do it!"

The Taoist priest's face, in Chen Xiaoming's eyes, is so badly beaten. Now the other party wants to make a shallow dialogue.

"Sure enough!"

With a light sound in his mouth, he slapped on the other side's face. With a heavy force on the Taoist's face, he saw the Taoist bleeding at the corners of his mouth, flying out in an instant, falling to the ground and unconscious.

"Xiao Ming, won't he die?"

Thinking that Chen Xiaoming is an immortal, this random cactus is not acceptable to ordinary people.

"It's all right. He's not dead."

Turning around, he explained slightly that he controlled his power. However, immortality is immortality. He doesn't guarantee whether he will be paralyzed in the future.

"Let's go back first."

Looking at the more and more people gathered, Chen Xiaoming felt a little agitated. Holding Bai Qian's jade hand, he got up and walked outside the market town.

Bai Qian was protected by Chen Xiaoming, squeezed away the crowd, followed Chen Xiaoming and went all the way up the mountain.

The Taoist lay on the ground, not knowing his life and death, and did not leave. Bai Qian was also afraid that Chen Xiaoming would get into trouble.

All the way, when they left, a woman in black looked at the back of Bai Qian and Chen xiaoming from a distance, flashing a deep color.

"The smell?"

It's a little uncertain, but when Chen Xiaoming shot before, he unconsciously leaked his breath because he didn't fully control his power.

But the leaked breath is too strong. She can't see what kind of cultivation Chen Xiaoming is?

So, and therefore, she didn't dare to rush forward?

All the way back to Junchao mountain, Chen Xiaoming is still ready to comfort each other, but he sees that Bai Qian has already ignored it.

Sitting alone on the steps in front of the house, Bai Qian dragged his cheeks and thought about something. After a long time, he got up and came to Chen Xiaoming.

He stared at Chen Xiaoming with extremely serious eyes, which made Chen Xiaoming feel angry.

"Xiao Ming, why don't we live on the mountain and don't go down the mountain in the future."

Although the world at the foot of the mountain is interesting, Bai Qian doesn't know why he still wants to live on the mountain.

"Yes."

Staring at Bai Qian, Chen Xiaoming smiled and nodded. The latter saw that Chen Xiaoming agreed and smiled like a child.

Time goes by.

In a twinkling of an eye, half a year has passed. For half a year, Chen Xiaoming has been accompanying Bai Qian. He lives on this handsome mountain. He works at sunrise and rests at sunset. His relationship with Bai Qian is getting closer and closer.

However, this kind of intimacy is not like for Bai Qian.

Just like at the beginning, her purpose of watering was just to have someone to accompany her.

Over the past six months, Chen Xiaoming has changed a lot. With the passage of time, some basic memories in his mind have gradually recovered.

The restoration of the power of the soul brings back some basic common sense, such as the simplest cognition and some behavioral judgments.

With the recovery of these memories, Chen Xiaoming gradually regained his feeling.

Unfortunately, the power of the soul has been completely restored as usual, and Chen Xiaoming's memory is only these.

Some important parts, together with their previous experience, have been cut off and can't be recovered.

"Alas, did you lose your mind before?"

Sitting in the shade of a tree, Chen Xiaoming sighed and hated what he had done before.

This is just like the operation of mental retardation. The people who make themselves are neither human nor ghost. What is the picture.

He doesn't even have a complete memory now. He doesn't know what to do next.

"Forget it, I'd better live by myself."