The people present, except for Xun Mianjian and Li Shizhong, who were slightly surprised, Su Xin heard the voice, but the bottom of his heart became more and more joyful.

He knew this answer, and he would not be as surprised as they were, after all, on the top of Shiyu Mountain, he had seen me draw my sword out of the sheath in front of him.

He had already expected it in his heart, but what puzzled everyone was why I could have cultivated an immortal body, but why did I have a real demon body.

Most of them have guessed that whether it is the body or the memory, most of them are the hands and feet of the demons, and most of them may have something to do with the girl of mixed blood of the devil clan who abducted Qingchen before.

However, although she is strong, at most she can only use some spells to seal part of someone's memories.

Shaping a demon body, transferring souls and changing bodies, she doesn't have that ability, she is the cultivation of the Moon Half Immortal Jun, and it is extremely difficult to create a body that can carry magic power.

Therefore, they became more and more puzzled and curious, what happened to me in the years before I lost my memory?

What happened to me?

Looking back, all I can remember about the past seems to be completely incoherent, just fragments.

Before, I had never thought about this question in detail, but simply thought that most of them were ordinary pasts, which is why I didn't remember them so much.

Now, the more I try to remember the lost fragments, I only feel that the depths of my mind are buzzing, and my brain hurts as if it is about to explode.

"I ...... Is it really candlestick? "I'm starting to doubt myself a little bit now.

I clutched my head in pain, trying to continue to think about it desperately, but there seemed to be an invisible force that was desperately interfering with my recollection.

"Why...... Why can't I remember anything next to me? I clutched my head in pain, rolling back and forth on the bed couldn't relieve my pain, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slammed my head against the wall.

My brain was still buzzing, but the sound was getting louder and louder, until I, exhausted from tossing and turning, closed my eyes heavily.

Pain and exhaustion can eventually take everything away and restore the chaotic peace of my world.

This feeling is so familiar.

I always felt that in one memory that I can't recall, it seems as if I had done something similar.

Is it because of whom?

I can't remember...... However, in a trance, I seemed to remember that a mechanical sound flashed in a hurry, and I unconsciously sighed: "System...... You've hurt me a lot......"

Who is the system?

Whether it was a person or an object, I really couldn't remember, I just felt so tired that I needed a good night's sleep to make up for my empty body.

But I didn't know that when I slept, the three people around me couldn't sit still.

Again, it didn't stop me from hitting the wall.

Xun Mianjian squinted slightly, he is now convinced that I really have amnesia, but this problem, he is not a doctor, where will he treat it?

Helpless, I had to turn my head to look at Li Shizhong.

But seeing that Li Shizhong was also deeply locked between his eyebrows, his eyelashes drooped as if he was thinking about something frantically, and the folding fan in his hand shook Yu quickly.

And Su Xin was the farthest away, and the moment he saw that I was about to hit the wall, he didn't care about Xun Mianjian and Li Shizhong, and rushed towards me with a sword step, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed my forearm.

But I didn't think that because of the inertia of the force, he still couldn't stop me.

The red blood slowly flowed down my forehead, Su Xin's eyes were red and he hugged me tightly in his arms, and whispered "Master" over and over again.

Even though he knew in his heart that no one would respond to him.

But in his heart, he still stubbornly retains that trace of hope.

"You clearly said that you were willing to go with me." He choked in a low voice: "I also know that you are not willing, but after all, every time you are taken away by her, I can't stop you...... I've been wishful thinking that you'll miss me and fight to get back to me for me again, but after all, I'm thinking too much. ”

Is it overestimating him or underestimating him?

Although Su Xin guessed that most of it was due to his mutilated memory, he always felt that he was suffering from gains and losses, and most of them were not good enough, so he would not be loved.

But how did he know that from the first time he saw him, his master Zunchao had long been obsessed with him, even if his memory was erased, he could still dream of seeing the innocent young man in white clothes, holding Gu Yujian and following him with a "master".

When the figure of the man in the dream overlapped with Susin's figure again, I finally remembered some fragments roughly.

The 24k super dazzling protagonist big character, it seems that he has never seen it on his head these days, but I really gave him the Gu Yu I got from the "system" to brush tasks, and he has also brought it to the present.

I never thought that his Gu Yu would have such a relationship with me.

But I used to be a person who was about to become an immortal, at least I used to be a person, but now, how am I...... I have become like this, and my spiritual power has never had a chance to do anything from now on.

When I woke up slowly, Su Xin, who was already standing by the bedside and sleeping deeply, was already left.

Looking at the thick black circles on his eyelids, it was clear that he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time to protect me.

This child, for my sake, has really suffered a lot of hardships and suffered a lot of sins.

I instinctively reached out to touch his swarthy head, but suddenly remembered that he was no longer the young child I was when I came out into this world.

Now he has been an adult for a long time.

With this hairy brain, where is the reason why you can touch it casually?

I withdrew my hand and gently uncovered the quilt, just as I wanted to creep out of bed and walk silently without disturbing his rest.

Unexpectedly, Fang sat up, and I was reflected in the bronze mirror as I am now.

It's still the same as the very fair face of Xiujun when I first saw him, but I don't know when, but it added a little more to the feeling of cangsang, the red lines on his forehead flashed, and the dark red magic horns inexplicably looked so ironic and redundant.

Even, from the bottom of my heart, an urge to cut it off the top of my head.

This impulse made me, who was woken up by the morning breeze of Xi Xi, feel afraid for a while.

Either way, I am who I am.

Whether it's a demon or a human or an immortal, the soul should be the same after all, but ...... When did I start to hate myself so much?

Complaining about heaven and earth, complaining about oneself and not others.

This resentment seems to have followed me for a long time, lingering and avoiding.