Yan Linyuan was seriously injured. Almost all the flesh on his upper body was cut off and the flesh was bloody. If it were an ordinary mortal, the amount of blood alone would be enough to kill someone. Fortunately, he is a monk and his vitality is very strong. He can still heal if he spends time and careful care. In the process of helping him heal, Yang Rongrong once thought about taking the demon seed out of his body. Unfortunately it didn't work. Linyuan folded his arms and leaned on the door frame, his posture very casual. He saw Yang Rongrong's attempt to take out the demon seed and said casually. "I am Shunying's carefully selected vessel. Whether it is my birth date or my spiritual talent, I am extremely compatible with the demon species. As early as the moment the demon species entered my body, I had already become one with the demon species. Unless you kill me, it is impossible to obtain the demon seed." It was obviously a matter of life and death, but he said it in an understatement, as if it had nothing to do with him. Helpless, Yang Rongrong could only give up the idea of taking out the demon seed. After a period of careful care, Yan Linyuan's injuries gradually healed.
The injuries on the body healed, but the injuries on the heart did not recover so quickly. Yang Rongrong was afraid that he would accumulate negative emotions in his heart, so he followed his previous promise and took him to travel around. Although Linyuan was very unhappy, he had no intention of separating from them. The three of them went to many places, saw many strange people and strange things that they had never seen before, and encountered many injustices along the way. Encouraged by Yang Rongrong, Yan Linyuan followed his inner wish and took action to deal with the bullies and help the good people who were bullied. He was appreciated by many people, but he accidentally exposed his whereabouts and provoked the Yan family to pursue him. Faced with the hatred of his former relatives and friends, Yan Linyuan felt very sad, but he no longer despaired. Because he doesn't have nothing now, he has Yang Rongrong and another self beside him. The three of them continued to act chivalrously while evading pursuit. Just like Yang Rongrong said, even if he is no longer a member of the Yan family, even if he has a demon seed, he can still choose what kind of person he wants to be. He couldn't choose his birth, but he could choose his future. He wants to become an upright and brave person, he wants to continue to practice and become stronger, and he wants to use his own way to uphold the path of justice he believes in. Looking at Yan Linyuan's increasingly bright eyes, Yang Rongrong knew that he was gradually getting rid of the haze left by Shunying, and hope was rekindled in his heart. With hope, you will not feel despair, and the demon species will have no chance to wake up. Yang Rongrong felt that her mission was completed. But the demon species in Linyuan's body is always awake, and his identity as the demon king has never changed. Originally, Yang Rongrong doubted whether she and Linyuan had really come six hundred years ago. In order to get the answer, she spared no effort to change Yan Linyuan's fate. Now that the results are out, even if the demon species in Yan Linyuan's body does not awaken, it will not change Linyuan's fate in any way. This means that the world they live in is not six hundred years ago. Almost at the same moment when Yang Rongrong came to this conclusion, Yan Linyuan, who was picking flowers at a street stall, seemed to feel something. He suddenly turned back to look at Yang Rongrong.
Meeting his gaze, Yang Rongrong came back to her senses and asked, "Are there any flowers you like?" Today is the Flower Goddess Festival. There are flowers everywhere in the city, and most of them are for sale. Anyone who likes them can pay to buy them. Yan Linyuan originally wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers for Yang Rongrong, but just now, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if a voice was faintly reminding him that Yang Rongrong might be leaving. He immediately became nervous and hurried back to her. "No, let's go." After saying that, he was going to hold Yang Rongrong's hand. Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Yang Rongrong, another big hand took the lead. Linyuan pulled Yang Rongrong to his other side, stared at the young man, and warned: "You are not allowed to touch her." The young man shot back unconvinced: "What's your relationship with her? Why are you meddling in other people's business here?!' Linyuan pointed to the mask on his face and said proudly. "Did you see it? This is the love token Xiaoxiao gave me. You should know what my relationship is with her without me having to tell you." The mask on his face is obviously ugly, but he treasures it very much. He carries it in his arms every day and takes it out to show off from time to time. Yan Linyuan's eyes turned red with jealousy. He rushed forward to snatch the mask from Linyuan's face. Linyuan easily dodged his outstretched hand, but at the same time he did not forget to deliberately provoke: "Hey, this is so urgent!" These two guys started making trouble on the street, and Yang Rongrong was already used to it. The two people have disliked each other since they first met. They quarreled every day. It was not normal for them not to quarrel for a day. At first, Yang Rongrong would try to persuade her, but now she was too lazy to talk and just let them quarrel. Anyway, they stopped after a while when they got tired of arguing. At this time, Yang Rongrong felt like an old mother going out with two naughty children, and she was very tired. But there was a stall owner with no eyesight nearby who joked at her: "Are those your husband-in-law and son? They look like they have a really good relationship!" Before Yang Rongrong could clarify, Linyuan and Yan Linyuan rushed over and shouted at the stall owner in unison. "I'm not his father!" "I'm not his son!" Exactly the same movements, exactly the same tone of voice. The stall owner was startled, subconsciously took a step back, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood." I thought to myself, it’s okay, why should I be so excited? ! The three of them returned to the inn, noisily. When night fell, Yang Rongrong sat alone in the bedroom for a while, hesitating again and again, and finally decided to talk to Yan Linyuan. She has determined that this place is not six hundred years ago. Since she has not traveled through time and space, it means that this place is probably an illusion, and everything she sees should be an illusion. But whether it was Yan Linyuan, Shunying, or other members of the Yan family, all the people Yang Rongrong met in this fantasy world all had independent self-awareness, and they all had their own way of talking or doing things. Logic is not an ordinary illusion of facial expression. This level of illusion cannot be fabricated out of thin air. There must be real memories behind the illusion.
Considering Lin Yuan's lost memory, coupled with Yang Rongrong's various experiences after being pulled into the illusion, a guess quietly came to mind. She knocked on the door of the guest room where Yan Linyuan lived. After a while, the door was opened, and Yan Linyuan was very happy to see it was her. "Xiaoxiao, come in quickly."