Ahem, ahem, Meng Shu cleared his throat and suddenly realized something. She called out to Zhu Chi and asked him to carry the heaviest book on her shelf. Zhu Chi nodded in agreement, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"Han Mo," she looked at him curiously, "what do you remember?"

He shook his head, as if he didn't know what Meng Shu was asking.

She rolled her eyes again, feeling strange, it stands to reason that after the two fall in love, the demonic power of the previous life can be used as a carrier and introduction, and they can recover their memories, but it seems that the two of them still seem to have a gap in their hearts?

What's missing?

Meng Shu's gaze stayed on Han Mo's body.

was looked at so hotly by a woman, but there was a trace of displeasure in his heart, "What did you just tell me?"

"Do you love her?" Meng Shu asked suddenly, she looked into his deep eyes and repeated in a low voice.

She wasn't sure herself.

Han Mo replied without thinking: "Love." ”

In his heart, it seems that he has been chasing Shuanglang's shadow for so many years, even if the two have just met. He became more and more sure that the woman in the dream, in the illusion, was her. Why does the ancient county chronicle on his bookshelf have Zhangmen Village, and why does he inexplicably draw so many Shuanglang portraits?

If one is an unintentional coincidence, then there must be a reason for the repeated repetition.

He knew he had lost a memory.

And in the battle just now, what the anxious man said was really what he did before?

Seeing that he was so determined, Meng Shu smiled, although she was also very puzzled in her heart, but waved her hand, "You wait here." After speaking, he turned around and went to the bookshelf lattice in the secret room to look for the wooden box he had seen a few days ago, marked with the word "river demon".

Originally, according to the contract, Meng Shu would not return these beloved things, but after seeing the small fireball, she changed her mind, and it seemed that her heart was also warm, warm and warm, and the spring breeze and rain were softly moisturized.

She took out a pearl inlay, and gold and silver threads embroidered with aquatic plants and small fish. The little belly pocket of red silk was heavy in her hand, reflecting the enamel light, shining on his face very bright and gentle.

"Little one......" she shouted.

The little flame child understood, and his milky voice swirled in the air: "What do you tell me to do! Don't call me a little one!"

Meng Shu was amused in his heart, looking at the child's smart and clever appearance, he asked loudly, "Then do you have a name?"

He couldn't speak, and finally snorted again. Rubbing around Han Mo, he was reluctant to come over like a kitten.

Meng Shu said angrily, and beckoned with a sisterly look: "Come, come here, or your father will bring you along?"

Although the child was naturally close to Han Mo, he had only just seen it, and although he knew that this was his father, he was also a little reluctant in his heart. However, compared to the big sister who exuded terrifying demonic power, he preferred to stay by Han Mo's side.

Seeing that the big and the small didn't move, Shuanglang had to walk out with his belly pocket.

She solemnly handed her belly pocket to Han Mo's hand, he frowned, his hand trembled slightly, and he seemed to be holding a rare and fragile porcelain, which made him afraid to melt in his mouth.

The waves of aquatic plants on the belly pocket are vivid, and the color of the shell pearls looks beautiful and luxurious.

Familiar.

It's familiar.

That is, what are the shortcomings......

Han thought silently, his fingers rubbed the fabric, turned it over gently, and suddenly it suddenly understood that the name was missing!

There is an unfinished "Han" character tattooed on the inner side of the belly pocket, which seems to be embroidered Mrs. is busy washing and cooking, so she put the belly pocket aside and prepares to prick it again tomorrow, but who knows that there was a sudden accident. The look on his face was momentarily shocked and sad, and he caught a glimpse of the child who seemed to be sitting on his shoulder with his face drooping.

His heart was astringent, the base of his nose was a little sore, his Adam's apple was rolling, and his eyes were sour. And the child also felt the ever-changing emotions of his father in an instant.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Zhu Chi's voice came from upstairs, "You're just hurting me! Where are you taking any books! Just let me carry a bookcase down, you look at your room, just this book, you can't choose!" He jumped to his feet and complained, his angry voice causing Meng Shuyan to smile and suddenly come into his eyes.

The transparent and clear light of the crystal lamp was draped on Meng Shu's body, she smiled shallowly, and there was a bit of ridicule in her eyes, which made Zhu Chi forget what to complain about for a while. Seeing her standing in place, standing in the halo, even the air smelled sweet.

"You come, you continue!" Zhu Chi shouted, and between the wooden stairs swished down a huge book, the yellowed pages did not smell of dust, but set off a gust of wind.

Meng Shu's room is not allowed by ordinary people, so where have everyone seen such a huge book, and the anti-corruption circles on the cowhide cover are dotted with patterns, like some kind of witchcraft cheats. The book just happened to be stuck on the wide staircase and slid down, and Meng Shu lifted his feet and stopped sliding with a "snap". The little hand dragged the strap of the book like a giant beast.

Zhu Chi watched Meng Shu's fair arm pull out the lines of the muscles with force, and the pearlescent body milk took advantage of the whole person as if he had descended to earth under the stars.

Zhu Chi tilted his head and asked, "What to do?"

"Check the book!" Meng Shu replied.

"What are you looking for?"

"Let's see what to do now!"

Shouldn't Han Mo and Shuang Lang recover their memories now and live in peace? Why can't they still remember the two of them, is it that they don't love each other? Or is there a problem with the demonic power?

Meng Shu knelt on the ground, flipping through books bigger than her one by one, and her skirt outlined a beautiful figure. The strange, streamer-like text on the book has been lost for a long time, and even Han Mo has only heard of it, but he has never seen it. There are all kinds of small pictures drawn on the book, and there are even comic books about the story of the half-man and half-demon.

Although Han Mo had listened to her speak illogically for so long, he still couldn't understand the current situation: "What are you looking for?"

"Do you really love Shuanglang?"

"Of course. "He was a little angry about the question.

Meng Shu said categorically: "Then you should recover your memory!"

She explained to Han Mo the marriage contract of her past and present lives, and then said with a serious and solemn face: "You don't remember anything, but I really don't know what the problem is? It stands to reason that I haven't encountered such a thing, you need to remember it well." ”

Han Mo suddenly realized that those dreams and hallucinations were indeed his own memories.

That lady is Shuanglang!