"Do you know what happened to me?" The first time you saw me, you guessed ......"

"I just guessed, but I didn't know for sure...... But looking at your look now, you can be sure......" Rong Juexiu smiled meaningfully.

He turned to look at the sky in the distance, and smiled faintly: "I remember that in the Celestial Clan, there is a kind of stitching method that can make people lose most of their memories and leave only the most profound stories...... Then with a special hypnotic technique, they will be instilled with some good memories, and these beautiful stories, combined with their own memories, will slowly run through and merge ......"

"Aren't they afraid that the frustrated will think of a qiē?"

In the end, the memories of these frustrated people will be deliberately suppressed in the deepest part of their hearts, and then the door will be closed somewhere...... In this way, if it is not a coincidence, no one will ever investigate what happened to their past...... After all, after thousands of years, people themselves will forget certain stories......"

Ion Xuan slowly closed his eyes, and with this memory, he wanted to search for some stories from his childhood, but found that everything was so vague.

"Do you have a cure for it?"

"Of course...... It's just going to be a little painful...... Heart-wrenching ......"

"Heart-wrenching pain is better than being deceived ......"

Rong Juexiu suddenly smiled coldly, and his body leaned towards Ion Xuan like a ghost.

A heart-piercing pain instantly bloomed at the mouth of Ionic Xuan's heart, as if someone grabbed his heart and pulled it out.

In the muffled snort of pain, he could not stand upright in pain, his hand touched his heart, and his feet stumbled slightly.

Rong Juexiu slowly retreated, and in the morning light, the fingertips of his right hand were holding a silver needle half a foot long.

On top of the silver needle, the blood was mottled.

"I pierced your heart with a silver needle, and only the heart-tearing pain can put aside those hypnotic techniques and evoke your truest memories......"

……

The maids placed the delicate colors on the jade platform and bowed down.

Meng Huizhu arranged the dim sum in turn, and looked at the Emperor and the Queen of Heaven who were slowly coming with their fingers interlocked.

No matter what happens between them, at least in the eyes of outsiders, they talk and laugh, and they are extremely affectionate.

The two sat down humbly and politely, sandwiched a piece of snack between each other, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were full of warm smiles.

Meng Huizhu's gaze turned away a little unnaturally, and she was stunned.

"His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven has come down ......"

At the mouth of Ion Xuan's heart, this trace of blood was smeared, and his hand touched his heart, but his feet were steady.

The heart of the carefree suddenly jumped, and he realized something in an instant, and stood in shock.

Fang Zhiyan subconsciously stood up and hurriedly stepped forward: "Zixuan, what's wrong with you?" How did it hurt? Who hurt you? ”

Ion Xuan didn't pay attention to her, but walked in front of Li Wuwu, sat down expressionlessly, raised his hand and pinched a piece of snack, and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it tastes good......"

Meng Huizhu hurriedly poured a cup of tea, presented it in front of him, pulled Fang Zhiyan, and quickly retreated.

Fang Zhiyan still wanted to stay, but she was dragged away by her.

Ihuan Xuan pinched a piece of crystal steamed cake again, and feasted on a few bites of it.

"The smell is no different from when I was a child...... It seems that there are still so many people in the kitchen......"

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, shook his head and said regretfully: "I just think that the almond tea when I was a child is refreshing with these snacks ......."

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