That night, Zhao Yan invited Zhang Peng and the others. In fact, a meal costs only a few hundred yuan. For Zhao Yan now, it's just a drizzle.

Usually he doesn’t invite a guest or not, and money is no longer what he considers. If he doesn’t invite a guest, it’s all up to see if he is happy. As long as he is happy, it’s okay to treat guests every day.

When he returned to the dormitory, it was already after 9:30 at night. Zhao Yan was a little drunk, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, his steps were light and heavier, and he was shaking.

Walking into the dormitory and into the bedroom, Zhao Yan staggered to the edge of the bed, slanted his body, threw himself on the bed, spread his hands, and looked at the ceiling with half-squinted eyes.

I am drunk today...

When he was drinking tonight, he thought so in his heart. He had ideals and pursuits before, but suddenly he learned that he might have a perverted enemy and could find him at any time to turn him into a pile of bones. Zhao Yan suddenly became confused about the future and felt that nothing was meaningless to do.

Pu Faxian, the spring and autumn moment...

These two names have been lingering in his heart, like nightmare, and cannot be removed.

The memories that came out of his mind told him that he should have a task to come to the Ming Dynasty, but he doesn't remember it now. The memories in his mind also told him that he should be able to trace back the magical time, but he doesn't remember it either.

None of these are fatal. What is fatal is that the extra memories tell him that a guy named Pu Faxian may have also come to the Ming Dynasty and may come to him at any time, and he can instantly turn him into a pile of bones.

Zhao Yan also thought: Maybe that guy named Pu Faxian also forgot his past memories and the spring and autumn moment, but this was just his luck mentality after all. He could not be sure whether that guy came to the Ming Dynasty, whether he still remembered the purpose of coming here, and whether he could still use the spring and autumn moment.

"How should we use the time back to the end?"

Zhao Yan suddenly muttered to himself. Last time he saw Time Retrace with his own eyes, but it was not his own use. That night, the bullet shot through his head. Time Retrace somehow appeared on his own. Time retraces him and brought him back to life.

"Do you have to shoot me again to study how time retracement is launched?"

Because of drunkenness, Zhao Yan talked to himself all the thoughts, with depression and mockery on the corner of his mouth. Of course, he could not shoot himself in the head with a gun. If the time retracement did not start, wouldn’t he have killed himself?

Suddenly, Zhao Yan's scattered eyes froze, and he suddenly sat up on the bed, turned his eyes thoughtfully, and murmured: "Maybe I can try to cut myself?"

Zhao Yan didn't have the courage to shoot bullets in his head, but he was confident that he could still make a move with one stroke. He thought of it and did it. Zhao Yan immediately got up and walked to the desk, and found a folded fruit knife from the drawer.

"bass!"

The fruit knife opened, and the silver-white blade reflected light under the light. Zhao Yan stretched out his left hand and glanced at the back of his hand. After thinking about it, he turned his palm up. There were too many blood vessels on the back of his hand and could not be cut.

It is always difficult to scratch yourself with a knife. Zhao Yan looked at the palm of his left hand and was a little hesitant. He didn't have to think about it and knew that as long as he cut himself with a knife, no matter which part he cut, it would definitely hurt.

After gritting his teeth, Zhao Yan's desire to master the time retracement still prevailed. He immediately raised his face and held the blade with his left hand out of sight. Although he could not see it, Zhao Yan could still feel the contact between the blade and the palm.

"Damn it! I'll fight!"

Zhao Yan suddenly gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled the right hand holding the knife hard, and the fruit knife pulled out of the palm of his left hand. At the same time, Zhao Yan also felt a pain in the palm of his left hand, and Zhao Yan tightly pursed his lips reflexively.

When I looked down, there was indeed blood on the blade.

Spread out my left hand, and there was an inch-long knife edge in my palm, and blood was pouring out.

Zhao Yan did not rush to stop the bleeding, but stared at the wound in his palm with his eyes, hoping that the time retracement could be automatically activated and the time had just flowed back. If this wish could be realized, the wound in his palm should be able to heal automatically, and the blood that had just flowed would retract back.

At this moment, time seemed to go very slowly. Every second in Zhao Yan's feeling was longer than usual. A minute passed, and the blood had dyed his palms red. However, the time that Zhao Yan had anticipated never appeared.

"Ha! It's so spicy Gobi!"

He cursed depressedly, Zhao Yan was disappointed in search of a wound cloth in the desk drawer to stop bleeding. He was inevitably shattered here and green there when practicing boxing. Therefore, the drawer often contains wound cloth and splattered medicinal wine.

When he applied the wound to the wound, Zhao Yan was already upset. He had been injured a lot before, and time retracing has never happened. He had long estimated that he had scratched himself with a knife, and it was very likely that the time retracing would not trigger time retracing. However, the lucky mentality just now could not be eliminated. I was lucky to look forward to this time differently. After all, time retracing had been triggered once before.

Unfortunately, his lucky expectations were not fulfilled, but instead he seemed stupid to cut himself with a knife.

After pasting the wound cloth, Zhao Yan staggeredly took the toiletries and went out to wash with one hand. When he returned to the bedroom, he went to bed directly. His drunkenness gradually surged. He could no longer do anything tonight, so he could only go to bed early to rest.

However, it was still early at this time. Even after getting into bed, Zhao Yan was dizzy, but he couldn't sleep for a while and had no sleepiness.

Bored, Zhao Yan picked up the cell phone that he had just thrown at the bedside, used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, check if anyone sent him a message on Lianxun, and also checked the news on Lianxun.

"Are you in good health? Is there anything unusual?"

As soon as the Lian signal was on board, Zhao Yan saw a message sent by Huo Qinqin. It was more than an hour ago when the message was sent.

Two simple short questions made Zhao Yan instantly remember the early morning two days ago. When he just woke up, he saw Huo Qinqin sleeping soundly on the telescopic lounge chair next to the door of the ward.

Because I remembered this picture, the two short questions sent by Huo Qinqin on the couplet signal became concerned in Zhao Yan's eyes.

Care is true and false. Some people's care is just a formality and superficial skill, but Zhao Yan knows that Huo Qinqin cares about him is real.

He is not a heartless person, nor a stern heart. Zhao Yan himself knew that he had been moved by Huo Qinqin. Recalling the goodness Huo Qinqin has been to him in the past two years, a touch of tenderness appeared in Zhao Yan's eyes.

In fact, he was moved when he woke up in the hospital two days ago when he saw Huo Qinqin accompanying him in the ward, curled up and sleeping on the recliner.

But he still couldn't accept Huo Qinqin's love. He didn't choose to be with Huo Qinqin before because he didn't have that feeling about her, but now because he wanted to protect her.
Chapter completed!