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In the dark night, the starlight condenses and takes shape.

A little wind blew, and Zhao Han, who returned to the Tianshu World, sighed, and after glancing around, a light suspicion suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Fox?"

Tentatively screamed, but there was no trace of the fox under the green plum tree.

"Where did this guy go?"

Standing under the tree, Zhao Han squinted, and after seeing that there was no trace of a fox around, he glanced up.

Sure enough, the love flower on the tree had disappeared.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Zhao Han looked around with a headache, and the next moment he saw his eyes light up slightly.

In the half-hidden porter, Zhao Han saw a big red corner.

Walking over, pushing open the door, I saw that in this quaint and fragrant hut, Miss Ying was lying on the bed looking at him.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I come?"

"Uh..."

Choked by Miss Win's tone, she went into the house and picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea.

The tea was actually lukewarm.

After the warm water flowed, Zhao Han secretly concealed his expression of enjoyment.

Seeing him like this, Ying Xiangwu sat up from the bed, walked to Zhao Han's side in a few steps, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I ate the fruit from the tree."

Zhao Han covered his head, and as if he was broken, he directly put himself on the table and began to pretend to be dead.

Seeing him like this, the corners of Ying Xiangwu's mouth outlined a smile.

Gently stroking Zhao Han's back, Miss Ying put her head to his ear and said, "Although I will help you clean up the mess in the imperial capital after you leave, but... I owe you a favor."

Obviously, Miss Ying also knows the value of love flowers and doesn't want to take advantage of Zhao Han.

When she said this, Zhao Han overmeasured his head a little angrily, and after glancing at Miss Win, he said, "You said you owe me a personal favor?" ”

Miss Ying didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Zhao Han spoke again: "We are friends, right?" ”

This time, Miss Win's head moved imperceptibly.

Seeing this, Zhao Han sat up, first rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and waited for a while before he looked at Ying Shangwu's eyes and asked, "Since we are friends, then you answer me honestly, is my memory partially sealed?" ”

"Yes"

"My own hands?"

"Yes"

"Whose memories are sealed?"

“.....”

"You don't say?"

"It's not time before you know it"

"I want to know now"

"I promised someone not to tell you"

"Someone? I thought we were friends."

“... I don't want you to know either."

"Heh..."

Lying on the table again with some weakness, Zhao Han waved his hand to Miss Win, signaling that he wanted to be alone and quiet.

Seeing this, Ying Xiangwu's mouth moved, but in the end she didn't speak.

Walking out, when she reached the door, she paused as if she remembered something, and then said in a cold voice: "That pet of yours was taken away by her"

"Oh, I see"

In this sentence, Zhao Han said that he was so weak that he didn't even bother to raise his head.

Ying Xiangwu pursed the corners of her mouth again, and after a while, as if she had come back to her senses, she snorted coldly and walked directly out of the door.

Ying Xiangwu felt that she owed Zhao Han, but these debts were not a reason for Zhao Han to ignore her, seeing that Zhao Han refused to talk to her three times, Miss Ying was on fire, but she still decided to find a place to vent herself.

walked chicly, just tore a hole in the book of heaven, and the next moment disappeared into the crack.

After she left, the courtyard fell into a silent state again, and it didn't take long for Zhao Han to come out of the house.

He first walked around in this small space, and then stopped under the green plum tree and was stunned.

His love flower was eaten?

Or don't ask for self-pickup?

A little sad, a little sad, and very uncomfortable, but he didn't want to get angry at Ying Xiangwu, so he could only drive her away with a cold face.

Upset, but there is no wine in your hands.

Zhao Han himself doesn't like to drink, and he has never liked it, because he doesn't like the weird taste of being hot, and he doesn't like the feeling of dizziness when he gets drunk.

But at this time, he wanted to get a little bit of it.

Sitting alone under the green plum tree and stunned for a while, Zhao Han hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind.

With a slight wave of his hand in mid-air, the starlight condensed, and the Book of Forgetfulness had appeared in his hand.

Turning the pages of the book, Zhao Han clicked on the position of authority, and the next moment, the green plum tree emitted a faint light, enveloping the positions around him.

This is a kind of prohibition, a very strong prohibition, with this heavy protection, this green plum tree will no longer be accessible to anyone except Zhao Han.

And the price is just some condensed faith hourglass, although it is necessary to continuously maintain the investment in Jinsha, but compared to the safety of his memory and feelings, Zhao Han feels that these efforts are still worth it.

After doing this, he was still a little irritable.

Originally, he thought that this Tianshu world itself did not need to be guarded against, because apart from him, only Miss Ying herself had the permission to come here, and even the fox was a permanent resident who did not have the right to enter freely.

In such a secret place, and there is nothing of value, what is there to lose?

There is only one green plum tree that is a fellow practitioner in the world, even if the world of heavenly books is destroyed, it is estimated that this tree will be firmly rooted here.

But who knows how the tree blossomed?

Not only did it bloom, but it also bore fruit.

But how did this fruit come to be eaten?

Is it because you are too indulgent?

If the ban is not added this time, will the fruit be eaten by people the next time it blooms and bears fruit?

Sit under a tree, squat on the ground, clasp your hands on your knees, and bury your head in it.

All around him, a gentle breeze blew from this enclosed space, rattling the leaves of the green plum trees, as if to comfort him.

"Baolian Lantern, Yang Chan, what happened..."

The murmur kept sounding, and the breeze blew the pages of the book, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the writing was left in the place of the Baolian lamp.

Raising his head and seeing where the pages of the book were staying, a glint flashed in Zhao Han's originally slightly drooping eyes.

After squinting his eyes, he whispered, "Can you enter?" ”

He obviously has just entered Liaozhai, and the faith accumulated in the Book of Heaven should have been used up, and if he wants to open it again, he will need some time to accumulate the power of faith again, but what is going on with this enterable in front of him?

Is there anyone else other than him who can add energy to the Book of Heaven?