A flash of inspiration, always in an instant.

Qingwen knows.

On weekdays, what the past, what a few words, just a few isolated and meaningless memories, floating in the brain, are easily buried by the brain, as if they will never be continued or remembered again.

Occasionally, there will be a moment when it comes from some kind of opportunity, and even the medium of the ghost is not even needed?

As a result, the little bit of memory instantly became the thread of memory. This thread is pulled, and a whole piece of memory comes out of the mind.

Many fragmentary, innocuous memories were suddenly connected.

Could it be that the "don't ask about the past" told by the strong wind, and the "don't ask about the past" told by Sister Shang Xiyue before she was taken captive, let herself really lose her memory little by little?

Qingwen didn't understand why the scholar would crash into the last petal of the second arrow and try to take this "powder tube" that no one could avoid.

Memory, at the beginning of the loss......

Before Qingwen began to be confused, she felt pity because she couldn't bear to see the scholar like this, so she opened a "hole" in her mind.

In the depths of her mind's memory, she really saw this strange scholar.

That's right, the first thing that was implicated was the song. That ballad sung from childhood to adulthood is haunting for some reason:

"On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there is a group of blue shark spirits,

They are lively and intelligent,

They are mischievous and sensitive,

They live freely at the bottom of the green sea,

They work together to use their brains to defeat the men and women of the world,

It's not that enemies don't get together

Shame will be punished, good will be rewarded, they are waiting for you......"

Since she was a child, Qingwen knew that there was no distinction between male and female sharks with a third eye in the center of her eyebrows and a beautiful flower.

They believe in the love between men and women, and it is not until they meet a "beloved" (they think it is a beloved) that the mermaid will personally choose and change his gender according to the gender of the beloved human race who has suffered a thousand cuts.

After all, sharks were genderless at first. The more you love, the more you have gender.

They are lovers whose pain will eventually turn into foam.

They are a beautiful group that has been discriminated against, bullied, coaxed, and used by the human race for a long time.

Qingwen's seemingly unopened eyes can perceive: this scholar has such an eye.

Because of the hidden reason, if people don't look closely, they will only think that the scholar's handsome face always seems to have a scar-like wrinkle between the eyebrows, as if there is a hatred of iron but not steel. People mistakenly believe that the scar is the result of self-harm.

It makes the face-to-face person think that this is a wrinkle of fate formed by experiencing ups and downs and frowning for a long time.

This wrinkle was not a frowning hate, but the third fire eye of the merman who was not cleverly hidden.

How could a declining and beaten race, a group that walked in the shadows, swore never to fall in love with the abominable human race, and refused to dwell on the past, come from the legend to the night banquet of the Southern Zhou of the Great Zhou?

In any case, out of sympathy for all the mermen, Qingwen wants to stop the scholar from snatching the flower arrows that are useless and only burn money.

The decision was made, she pulled out the plum blossom sword as thin as a hemp pole, and stabbed the scholar at the scholar's feet while the scholar snatched the flower ball and approached her.

She knew that the merman's ankles on the earth were a disguise for their tails. If you leave Mother Earth, you will lose your god-like powers.

Regardless of whether it is good or bad, there is no position, Qingwen is even going against the wishes of the scholar she wants to rescue, and she is trying her best to go straight to the past......

There is no graceful beauty of a chivalrous woman, only a real blow that comes in handy.