C3 My name is an wenxuan

"Who are you …" Murong Heng finally could not hold it in and asked again.

"Eh? What is this? Why do I feel a slight chill from this box! " The black-clothed youth suddenly jumped up from the sofa and rushed towards a certain part of the room.

Seeing the black clothed youth rushing towards the refrigerator without any scruples, Murong Heng was speechless. This guy, is he a tease that Monkey invited? Don't tell me he's a wild child from some mountain village if he doesn't even know the refrigerator? But that doesn't seem right either. From the way he was dressed, he looked exactly the same as a normal person. He didn't look like someone who came out of a ravine.

"Hey!" Let me ask you... "Who are you?" Murong Heng suddenly released a burst of force from his heart, pushing the question that the other party had ignored countless of times back out. This time, the voice was raised by an octave.

Turning his head in bewilderment, the black clad youth scratched his head, "Murong Heng, did your brain burn out, or did you lose your memories when you made a breakthrough? You don't even know me? I am your best friend, I am called An Wenxuan! "

"An Wenxuan...?" He silently repeated himself, "I don't know any An Wenxuan. I'm talking about you... If you barge into a famous house like this, I'll call the police to lock you up! "

If the resident committee's auntie were here, she would be so shocked that her jaw would drop. Murong Heng, who normally would not be able to speak more than three words in a day, actually spoke a long sentence in front of this youth who called himself An Wenxuan, and it was even one of his own accord!

In fact, even Murong Heng himself did not realize that in front of An Wenxuan, he seemed to have the desire to endlessly speak.

"What police..." Don't talk nonsense with me. " After searching through the fridge and finding an apple, An Wenxuan bit on it.

"You don't even know the police? You couldn't have escaped from a psychiatric hospital... By the way, how did you know my name? In my impression, this is the first time we've met. " This was the first time in Murong Heng's life that he had continuously engaged in a conversation with someone for more than two rounds.

"I don't need to know what a police officer is. I came to find you to go back, but you don't seem right!" If you're playing a game with me, I won't be with you. "How old are you all …" An Wenxuan took another bite of the apple in his hand.

"I'm not going to play any games with you, I'm serious about everything I say!" Seeing that An Wenxuan did not seem to take what she had said seriously, Murong Heng became a little anxious. How could this fellow be so calm? In someone else's home, he could forget about treating himself as his master and even treat his true master as a fool. This was truly unbearable …

"It's over! You couldn't really have lost your memories, right? " Only now did An Wenxuan realize that although the Murong Heng in front of him looked exactly the same as the Murong Heng he knew, his personality was completely different. The Murong Heng he knew was the famous "Zither Immortal", a person who was proud and arrogant in his personality. He could be considered a Dao Immortal. No matter how cold and aloof he was, he wouldn't be able to utter a word for a long time like the current Murong Heng.

Putting down the apple that he just took out from the fridge, An Wenxuan jumped in front of Murong Heng from the refrigerator! Murong Heng was completely stunned, was he even human? He jumped straight from the front of the fridge to his front! The distance between them should be at least five to six meters! To jump five to six meters with a single leap? Did this person come from a physical education school? It was possible that only someone from a physical education institute could have such a powerful jumping ability … But can a person from a sports school really jump five or six meters?

Seeing Murong Heng's dull expression, An Wenxuan was also somewhat anxious.

"Murong Heng, don't move first. I will give you a few acupuncture points and see what exactly happened to you!" Saying that, An Wenxuan took out a small bag of things from nowhere and carefully unwrapped the black cloth inside the bag, revealing a few silver needles that were shining with a silver light!

"You … What are you doing! " Murong Heng was still recalling how An Wenxuan jumped five or six meters away with a single leap, but in the next second, he retreated a few steps in shock due to the pile of silver needles.

"No way …" Do you still have any suspicions towards my medical skills? " at least he was the "Fairy Doctor Fu" An Wenxuan that everyone knew! The other party would have to wait in line for a year or so before they could beg him to cure their disease. Towards this friend of his, An Wenxuan would never hesitate to help him with his medical skills.

In the Alien Continent, An Wenxuan's medical skills were ranked in the top three in the world of medicine. Furthermore, because An Wenxuan's medical skills were among the most righteous, different from the other two demonic and poisonous medical skills, everyone knew of An Wenxuan's great name. From Level 9 Immortal Saints to ordinary citizens, which one of them was not sick?

But when Murong Heng took a few steps back earlier, the fear that leaked out of his eyes didn't seem to be fake at all. This caused An Wenxuan's face to darken. Could this guy be serious?

"Alright Murong Heng, it doesn't matter if you are pretending or not, I will definitely insert the needles into your brain today, you will accept your fate then!" An Wenxuan was unwilling to give up, he raised a thick silver needle and pierced towards Nian Murong Heng!

Murong Heng thought: "Did I see the wrong person? I really thought this guy meant no harm! "But I never thought that he would actually want to see me die …"

Just like this, the two of them started to walk around the sofa and fight a 'cat and mouse' battle. Murong Heng tried hard to shake off the black-robed youth behind him who was about to stab his head with a silver needle. An Wenxuan raised his silver needles and tried his best to insert his famous "Gold Dragon Silver Needle" into Murong Heng's head.

"Just who are you!?" Why are you trying to harm me! " Murong Heng ran while asking An Wenxuan in astonishment.

An Wenxuan was speechless. Didn't he just want to rely on his own skill, which allowed his Alien Continent to go berserk, to help his old friend inspect it? It was one thing for them not to show him favors, but why were they mistaken for framing him? And looking at Murong Heng's expression, if it wasn't because he had mastered the skills to perfection, then Murong Heng truly felt that he wanted to kill him!

I didn't expect that the great "Immortal Lady Piaomiao", who wants to treat people for free, would have to suffer so much! Now, An Wenxuan had to slowly lose his patience. If it wasn't for him treating Murong Heng as a life and death friend, his "Golden Dragon Sword" would have long been unsheathed and slashed onto the neck of this brat who didn't know what was good for him!

"Murong Heng, don't run!" With that said, An Wenxuan's wrist shook agilely. The silver needle pierced through Murong Heng's forehead at an unnoticeable speed, but the silver needle only pierced forty percent of it. The needle only pierced into Murong Heng's body for an instant and stopped him in his tracks.

Murong Heng's heart was currently in turmoil, but he had actually lost all feeling in his body. He had wanted to use all his strength to move his lower limbs, but it was as if he had been amputated, and couldn't feel his legs at all. He couldn't have really been amputated! A terrifying thought appeared in Murong Heng's mind.

He tried his hardest to lower his head to see if his legs were still there. However, Murong Heng was horrified to find that his neck was no longer his, and even lowering his head was impossible!

The first person that came into Murong Heng's mind was actually Hawking, the renowned physicist, Huo Jin who had lived in a wheelchair his entire life because of Parkinson's disease. The next thing that came into Murong Heng's mind was the heartlessness of the wuxia novel "Four Famous Hunters", the constable who relied on his wheelchair to fight the martial arts world. All of the characters in the fantasy novels that he saw on a normal day flashed past Murong Heng's mind like they were in a movie, repeated over and over again …

However, Murong Heng quickly expelled these bizarre thoughts from his mind. He stared blankly ahead, and thought about the series of unimaginable things that happened today.

These things were too weird. Did he lose himself because of reading fantasy novels? He couldn't be hallucinating, could he be imagining these things?

...

Seeing Murong Heng frozen by his needle, An Wenxuan heaved a sigh of relief. This guy, it was fine if he didn't know him, but he still wanted to flee for his life! To think that he had specifically broken through to this world called 'Earth' just to find him. An Wenxuan felt helpless when he thought about how he had spent so much effort to come here and actually received such a treatment.

Shaking his head, An Wenxuan slowly walked toward Murong Heng. Then, he pointed at a few points on Murong Heng's chest with the middle finger of his right hand. Immediately, Murong Heng lost consciousness and fell into An Wenxuan's embrace.

"You, go to sleep for a while …" An Wenxuan helplessly placed Murong Heng on the sofa.

Murong Heng was just thinking about the four great arrests, when his consciousness suddenly quieted down in the next moment. Then, his eyes closed without any resistance, and then … It was dark.

Although Murong Heng knew that he had fainted because of An Wenxuan, from the moment he fainted, he did not feel any real hostility towards An Wenxuan, rather, he even felt a little intimacy with him. He didn't even need to think to know that this black-clothed youth called An Wenxuan would not really harm him. And the reason why he had fled just now was only because of instinct.

Regarding An Wenxuan's faint sense of familiarity, Murong Heng was unable to describe it. He had never experienced this kind of feeling before. It was not the kind of love he had for his parents, nor was it the kind of dependence he had on his grandma and uncle. It was also different from any feelings he had ever had before. What Murong Heng did not know was that the intimate feeling he had was called "Friendship" in the dictionary of normal people.

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