Around the corner, Ye Jiu turned his head and gave Zhang Meng and them a weird smile, and then walked forward, his figure disappearing from Zhang Meng's sight.

Zhang Meng's heart jumped, he only felt that the corners of his eyes jumped a few times, he took a deep breath, and then quickly chased in the direction of Ye Jiu's walk.

When he got to the corner, he suddenly felt as if he was cold all over his body, as if he had suddenly come to another dimension.

In front of him, it wasn't the folding paths, but in a dilapidated room, and he seemed to be in this room all of a sudden, in the style of the seventies and eighties, with a woman wearing a red not far from Zhang Meng, and a man shaking a crib with a small baby on it.

The man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and he raised his head sharply and met Zhang Meng's shocked gaze.

Zhang Meng was cold, as if he was pouring a bucket of water on his head.

This man who dresses in a style that is almost much older than him looks exactly the same as him, and this scene is like a high-voltage electric current that makes Zhang Meng tremble all of a sudden, he remembers this scene clearly, this is the beginning of his memory, the image of their family of three, but that man should be his father, how did he become exactly like him.

Zhang Meng was almost stunned for a few full seconds before he reacted, and there was another mirror in front of him.

This mirror seems to be similar, its lenses are slightly protruding, and the scene in it seems to freeze all of a sudden, and the man is also standing in place as blankly as Zhang Meng.

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Around the corner, Ye Jiu turned his head and gave Zhang Meng and them a weird smile, and then walked forward, his figure disappearing from Zhang Meng's sight.

Zhang Meng's heart jumped, he only felt that the corners of his eyes jumped a few times, he took a deep breath, and then quickly chased in the direction of Ye Jiu's walk.

When he got to the corner, he suddenly felt as if he was cold all over his body, as if he had suddenly come to another dimension.

In front of him, it wasn't the folding paths, but in a dilapidated room, and he seemed to be in this room all of a sudden, in the style of the seventies and eighties, with a woman wearing a red not far from Zhang Meng, and a man shaking a crib with a small baby on it.

The man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and he raised his head sharply and met Zhang Meng's shocked gaze.

Zhang Meng was cold, as if he was pouring a bucket of water on his head.

This man who dresses in a style that is almost much older than him looks exactly the same as him, and this scene is like a high-voltage electric current that makes Zhang Meng tremble all of a sudden, he remembers this scene clearly, this is the beginning of his memory, the image of their family of three, but that man should be his father, how did he become exactly like him.

Zhang Meng was almost stunned for a few full seconds before he reacted, and there was another mirror in front of him.

This mirror seems to be similar, its lenses are slightly protruding, and the scene in it seems to freeze all of a sudden, and the man is also standing in place as blankly as Zhang Meng.

Around the corner, Ye Jiu turned his head and gave Zhang Meng and them a weird smile, and then walked forward, his figure disappearing from Zhang Meng's sight.

Zhang Meng's heart jumped, he only felt that the corners of his eyes jumped a few times, he took a deep breath, and then quickly chased in the direction of Ye Jiu's walk.

When he got to the corner, he suddenly felt as if he was cold all over his body, as if he had suddenly come to another dimension.

In front of him, it wasn't the folding paths, but in a dilapidated room, and he seemed to be in this room all of a sudden, in the style of the seventies and eighties, with a woman wearing a red not far from Zhang Meng, and a man shaking a crib with a small baby on it.

The man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and he raised his head sharply and met Zhang Meng's shocked gaze.

Zhang Meng was cold, as if he was pouring a bucket of water on his head.

This man who dresses in a style that is almost much older than him looks exactly the same as him, and this scene is like a high-voltage electric current that makes Zhang Meng tremble all of a sudden, he remembers this scene clearly, this is the beginning of his memory, the image of their family of three, but that man should be his father, how did he become exactly like him.

Zhang Meng was almost stunned for a few full seconds before he reacted, and there was another mirror in front of him.

This mirror seems to be similar, its lenses are slightly protruding, and the scene in it seems to freeze all of a sudden, and the man is also standing in place as blankly as Zhang Meng.

Around the corner, Ye Jiu turned his head and gave Zhang Meng and them a weird smile, and then walked forward, his figure disappearing from Zhang Meng's sight.

Zhang Meng's heart jumped, he only felt that the corners of his eyes jumped a few times, he took a deep breath, and then quickly chased in the direction of Ye Jiu's walk.

When he got to the corner, he suddenly felt as if he was cold all over his body, as if he had suddenly come to another dimension.

In front of him, it wasn't the folding paths, but in a dilapidated room, and he seemed to be in this room all of a sudden, in the style of the seventies and eighties, with a woman wearing a red not far from Zhang Meng, and a man shaking a crib with a small baby on it.

The man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and he raised his head sharply and met Zhang Meng's shocked gaze.

Zhang Meng was cold, as if he was pouring a bucket of water on his head.

This man who dresses in a style that is almost much older than him looks exactly the same as him, and this scene is like a high-voltage electric current that makes Zhang Meng tremble all of a sudden, he remembers this scene clearly, this is the beginning of his memory, the image of their family of three, but that man should be his father, how did he become exactly like him.

Zhang Meng was almost stunned for a few full seconds before he reacted, and there was another mirror in front of him.

This mirror seems to be similar, its lenses are slightly protruding, and the scene in it seems to freeze all of a sudden, and the man is also standing in place as blankly as Zhang Meng.