The little trash was particularly brave and scolded him: "Why don't you use your own memories to make a deal?" ”

I thought I wouldn't get a response, but Fang Linan explained very seriously: "I want to protect her for the rest of my life, so I need to remember, Tang Tang only needs to be protected by me, it doesn't matter if she has memories or not." ”

The system had nothing to say and had no choice but to agree to the deal in the end.

So next, the host repeatedly penetrated into the same plane and accompanied Jiang Yixi for a lifetime.

Now, Tang Mint's memory has been drained by the rules.

The memory of the fragment of luck was also formatted, but at the moment before entering the time tunnel, Jiang Yixi's soul with the memory was attached to the body of the luck and poured into the time tunnel with the fragment.

It is equivalent to saying that now the fragment has given birth to self-consciousness and wants to fight with Shen Zhihan for the control of the body.

The little garbage can't be stopped at all, you can only watch.

After completing the last procedure, it sneaked into the real world to see if it could do something for the host.

After all, the host is not wrong, it is just a little garbage, from beginning to end, except for binding the host to come in and pass through the task, nothing else has been done, and it doesn't matter if it can't help the host, and it's all about the hindrance.

……

The thousand-year-old temple, if there is no chanting, the sound is ethereal and strong.

In the main hall, a boy in a school uniform sat cross-legged on a futon, his back slightly bent, and his posture was very lazy.

He propped his chin on one hand, and listened to a few old monks chanting for a long time, although he seemed a little bored, he never interrupted.

After it was over, he sat up a little straighter, took out two things from his pocket and put them on the chanting table and handed them over: "Great monk, I think clearly, this is my sister's birthday and the jade pendant she has worn for more than ten years. ”

He paused, and then said, "You can do it now, and let my qi flow on my sister, if she can survive her twenty-first birthday safely, I will keep my promise and recast the golden body of the thousand Buddha statues in your temple." ”

He didn't look to be seventeen or eighteen years old, and it was a joke to say that.

But several monks in the ancient temple are very solemn.

Because they can see things that ordinary people can't see—the young man in front of them, surrounded by golden light, is so lucky that people dare not look at it directly.

When he grows up, his status will be extremely noble.

No matter what path he takes in the future, what awaits him is splendid and prosperous.

But if this unique luck is broken, his life will also be damaged.

The monk wanted to persuade him to think twice, but the young man closed his eyes abruptly.

In the sea of knowledge that outsiders can't see, Jiang Yixi's soul suddenly broke in, and Shen Zhihan only felt a bang in his head, as if something was stirring wildly.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and before the senior monks sitting across from him could ask what was wrong, the young man had already opened his eyes.

The man is still the same person, except for the ...... Luck seems to have gotten stronger again?

The monks opened their eyes wide and wanted to see clearly, but they saw that the young man had already stood up from the futon and smiled at them: "I suddenly figured it out, don't transfer my luck, I have troubled a few masters during this time." ”

He made a Buddha salute, and then retreated face to face to the door of the temple, and it was not until he stepped out that he turned around and walked quickly towards the earthly world.

He was born a layman, and now he only does what a layman should do - go to see Tang Tang, as fast as possible.

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