What's the situation, this white coat obviously hit me, why did he break his bone stick?

I raised my head and looked at my arm, and found that a long strip of black gas more than a foot long rose from my arm.

This black qi is as thick as ink, sharp as a sword, the sword body is dark red, and the ghost aura lingers!

What kind of sword is this? Seeing this sudden appearance of the qi sword, I was stunned for a moment, and then my brain seemed to have something surging, and a powerful impact hit my head, the sword box covered with black cloth in the old house, the sword of the old man in the deserted village, and the sharp blow of the tall figure in the forest, this qiē, these are the accumulated achievements of this sword in my hand for a long time.

At this moment, the sword was in my hand, and it was born automatically on my arm.

I remembered, it was called the Darksword, and it cut off the thigh bone and spun like a top.

The swirling blade swirled in the air in a whirlpool, like a black wave of wind, unleashing devouring power.

In the bedroom, the dozens of dry skin ghosts who were originally kneeling in front of the stove all let out heart-palpitating screams, tearing their mouths and noses one by one, as if addicts were sick, tearing and scratching each other, and they couldn't do it all over.

The dark sword turned again, releasing a trace of tiny black aura, which turned into a short dagger and pierced the bodies of those dry-skinned ghosts, and those dry-skinned ghosts immediately turned into dozens of black smoke, all of which dissipated in a crying and wailing voice.

Looking at the dark sword on my arm again, it seems that a person who has been hungry for many days has finally received food supplies, flashing with a black luster, and the ghostly aura is a little stronger.

The white coat was shocked and frightened when he saw that those dry-skinned ghosts had been wiped out at once, and there were many unwillingness, he shouted something hysterically, turned his head and floated towards the pot of green viscous liquid.

The dark sword spun in the air, and with a sharp turn of the sword, the entire blade left my arm and flew towards the white coat.

Before the white coat could reach the pot of green porridge for human legs, the dark sword pierced through his body and burrowed into his body in the back of his heart.

Then the white coat's body shook as if it had been hit by a bullet, and then turned into several black smoke in an instant.

The dark sword was like a drill, constantly rotating on the back of the white coat, and the several black smoke formed by the white coat were all swallowed by the dark sword and swallowed into the sword.

The white coat vanished, and the darksword was once again replenished with plumpness, spun in the air, vanished, and reappeared on my arm.

It was only then that I realized that I had a tattoo-like little red sword on my arm, which I still remember as the Dark Sword.

I still remember that it was windy and rainy in the hands of the wizened old man, I still remember that it was in the hands of the tall figure, and I still remember that it had just devoured dozens of ghosts and saved my life.

I seemed to remember a lot, but the pain that came with it knocked me down again.

This time, the pain was so ferocious that I didn't even feel my body twitching, I felt like my brain was cramping, I started rolling around the room, the pain made me lose my ability to control myself, I smashed the table, my head slammed against the wall, and finally I threw myself headlong into the porridge pot of human flesh devoured by the dry skin ghosts, and the whole person fainted.

This time there wasn't the long awakening process that had been before.

This time, I woke up quickly, and when I opened my eyes, I felt that my surroundings were still familiar and unfamiliar.

This damn amnesia now makes me feel like I'm suffering from a loss.

Even though I opened my eyes, I still had the dark sword in my mind, and the process of using it in the hands of three generations of our ancestors. I remembered that the dark sword penetrated the body of the white coat, I remembered that the memories hit my brain like a tide, and I remembered that I seemed to toss wildly before I fell unconscious, and as for the situation after the coma, I really can't remember.

I rearranged my thoughts, and seemed to remember that there was an extra figure in my mind, my grandfather, Ou Qiankun, was the dry old man.

I couldn't hold back my tears, my grandfather, I finally remembered you.

The feeling is blissful.

On the first day of amnesia, I was able to regain a part of my memory, and this feeling gave me more confidence that I would be able to regain my memory.

This confidence lifted my spirits, and I sat up from the bed at once, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment in front of me, and thought for a moment, this seems to be the dormitory?

Boys' dormitory! That's right, boys' dormitories.

I still remember when I went to college, of course, I would live in a dormitory.

I looked at this dormitory and saw that there was no one in the room. I had to get up and put on my shoes, feeling a little hungry, and walked out the door.

When I opened the door of the dormitory, I found that it was not that there was no one, but that none of these people had entered the house, and they were all standing outside the door, besieging the city, as if they were listening to what Nobita was saying, and they nodded in agreement, as if they were discussing some secrets.

I look a little familiar with these guys, but I can't remember any of them, I beat a drum in my heart, these should be my former classmates, but I don't remember their names.

Thinking about it, when we grew up, many of our junior high school classmates couldn't remember their names, let alone me, who had amnesia, so it was normal that I couldn't name them.

Those few people were stunned for a moment when they heard the door of the dormitory, and then they were stunned when they saw me come out, and then the faces of several children showed pity, looking at me like a lost orphan, and they almost came up and touched my head and asked: Child, where is your home?

Although I have amnesia, my IQ is still there, and I can see at a glance that Nobita is paving the way for my amnesia in advance, so I simply walked over generously: "Don't say anything, Nobita has a treat, brothers, let's go to dinner first." ”

The brothers suddenly looked at Nobita one by one, as if they thought Nobita was fooling them or something.

Nobita also looked at me stupidly, and asked excitedly, "You, remember?" ”

I scratched my head: "No! It's just that I'm a little hungry. ”

Nobita hesitated, thought for a while, and said, "Let's go, the barbecue restaurant in front of the city hospital." ”

I grabbed him: "Let's go to the noodle restaurant at the school gate, shall we?" ”

Nobita clicked his eyes and asked, "Why?" ”

I lowered my head and blushed a little and said, "I, I didn't pay for eating noodles at someone's place at night!" ”R1148