Chapter 90: The Slap in the Face Officially Begins (2)

"Whoosh-"

The paper figure broke away from Guihua's fingers, and in an instant, it scattered a golden light, and went straight to the sky!

From today on, everyone present should forget what happened, the only thing they remember is that Sheng Qingqing is not Guihua's apprentice, and she has been punished.

It is also from today that everyone who targets those who return to China will no longer get the silence of returning to China, but the revenge of blood.

"Ahhh

Sheng Qingqing in the lobby screamed violently.

She looked at her crippled leg and tried to stand up, but her leg was already unconscious, she didn't know why it had become like this, but she knew it very well.

She wasn't the apprentice of the Guihua Goddess, and she must have forgotten some important memories.......

"Sheng Guihua."

"I hate you, I hate you! I hate you to death. Sheng Qingqing screamed and scolded like a crazy woman, and sat down on the ground in collapse, watching the people of high society slowly leave.

But no one reached out to him.

Everyone was looking down on her and she deserved it.

This kind of look should be given to Sheng Guihua, why did he give it to her? Why do people who used to stamper themselves not even look at themselves now?!

At this moment, Sheng Qingqing finally experienced the feeling of being spurned and abandoned, and the entire lobby was filled with her cries of collapse.

"Look at me."

After Shen Mang came to his senses, he immediately remembered Guihua: "She's still in the dungeon, and she hasn't seen me for so long now, so she will definitely be worried." ”

Shen Mang didn't pay attention to Sheng Qingqing, who couldn't stand up, and went straight to the dungeon.

As for the return to China and their sudden shortage of memory, everyone present guessed a little, but it was very tacit, and no one dared to ask anyone questions in confusion.

Anseong at the same time.

What Guihua was worried about happened.

I saw a young man in his early nineteens and twenties, wearing a black shirt, walking down the street in the early hours of the morning.

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed a random person and began to interrogate: "Mortal." ”

"Have you ever seen a good-looking woman in a white shirt who looks like Nima?"

"My hair is gray when I lie on the grass, and I finally heard from her just now!"

A mortal who was eating supper on the street and was suddenly grabbed by the collar: "......"

"Psychotic, there are a lot of people in white shirts, you have to ask someone to go to the management office, what's crazy!" The temper of the person who was caught was not very good, so he went straight over.

Teenager: "I'm fucking ruthless." ”

"What does Lao Tzu want you to do!"

The young man had a cold face, and just wanted to slap the other party to death, but his hand was halfway up and stopped: no, no, she doesn't like violent people, she likes gentle gentlemen.

Father...... Phew, I'm going to be calm.

Just a few seconds ago.

A few seconds after 12:09, the boy suddenly sensed that Guihua still existed in the world, and it was in the territory of Anseong. He rushed almost desperately to find it.

But when he arrived in Anseong, he found ...... The breath is gone.

"What the hell is the management office?" The boy shook his legs nervously, he was really scared, afraid that the breath that had disappeared for many years was his delusion.

No, it won't.

The boy restrained his uneasiness and asked for directions as he found the management office.

The boy had just stood at the gate of the management office.

On the side of his ear, a voice suddenly bumped into it, and it was sandwiched with a name that could make the young man's heart tighten violently—

"I hate you, I hate you, Sheng Guihua! I won't let you have a good time! ”