When scene by scene gradually appeared in Wang Zhen's mind, the embarrassed expression slowly hung on Wang Zhen's face, and he said to Weaving Dream apologetically, "I'm really embarrassed, Sister Meng, I don't know why, I forgot about you just now." As he spoke, Wang Zhen scratched his head embarrassedly.

At this moment, the weaving dream has already appeared in all corners of Wang Zhen's memory, and it is no wonder that Wang Zhen will show this appearance.

As the owner of the Beast Spirit One-vein Psychic System, although there is only a wisp of remnant soul left, her ability cannot be ignored, not to mention that everyone should not forget her name, she is called Weaving Dreams!

Mixing the fragments she needs in Wang Zhen's memory is a very simple thing for Dream Weaving.

At this time, Weaving Dream smiled mischievously and said, "Hehe, it's okay. After speaking, he took Wang Zhen's hands and asked Wang Zhen about his situation in the past three years.

Wang Zhen naturally didn't know what kind of society he was in now, and he didn't have the slightest doubt about the identity of Weaving Dreams, so under Weaving Dreams' questioning, he began to tell about the bits and pieces he had encountered in the past three years.

In the past three years, Wang Zhen has experienced a lot of things, and the results have ranged from happiness and sadness to loss. The rich and colorful life has exercised Wang Zhen's various abilities, which not only strengthened his beliefs, but also made him grow up and mature little by little, and his state of mind has surpassed many peers at this time.

Wang Zhen has been telling Weaving Dream everything he has experienced, it seems that no one can talk to him for too long, Wang Zhen's box is like a flood that opens the floodgates, and the flood is out of control.

He said a lot, a lot, blood wall Ming, Wang Daren and other events one by one, he said as if he had returned to the scene at that time, even his body and emotions had a corresponding reaction; he said for a long, long time, from three years ago when he walked out of the village to three years later for Xiaobai to break into the forbidden area for Xiaobai...

In the process of Wang Zhen's narration, Weaving Dreams plays the role of a listener. Although she already had a general understanding of Wang Zhen's past when she had just implanted a new memory fragment for Wang Zhen, it was a different thing to hear him say it in person.

It was hard for her to imagine that an eleven-year-old human teenager had gone through so many hardships and dangers in just three years, and even nearly lost his life several times. She didn't understand why Wang Zhen, as a child, had to endure so much, an obsession to become stronger supported him for three years, and I believe that this obsession had not accompanied him through the next three years, another three years, and many more three years.

"Isn't it good to have an ordinary life!" After Wang Zhen said everything, Weaving Dream muttered softly, and there seemed to be some meaning of displeasure in his words.

To tell the truth, Weaving Dreams is envious of Wang Zhen. But what she envies is not the obsession that Wang Zhen has, what she envies is Wang Zhen's childhood.

Wang Zhen had a family, parents, and partners in his childhood... Everything he had was something that Weaving Dream had longed for but never had. She wants to be able to play with her friends in her childhood, she wants to be able to call her mother affectionately every day when she comes home, she wants someone to give her the warmth of home, and to have a hug for her to cry and coddle when she is wronged...... However, everything that seems ordinary and simple is so unattainable in the world of weaving dreams, so she envies Wang Zhen, and she envies Wang Zhen for living the life she looked forward to the most when she was a child.

In the same way, she didn't understand Wang Zhen's choice after that, isn't it good to have an ordinary life? How many people look forward to an ordinary and comfortable life but never get it, and Wang Zhen, who enjoys that life, has to embark on the road of a martial artist, she doesn't understand, to be precise, she doesn't want to understand.

"Well, Sister Meng, what are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly. Suddenly, he heard Weaving Dream whispering something on the side, and Wang Zhen immediately asked.

Hearing Wang Zhen's question, Weaving Dream's displeasure quickly dissipated, and he shook his head and said, "It's okay!"

Seeing this, Wang Zhen nodded, and then he looked stunned as if he had thought of something, stared at Weaving Dream's eyes and said, "By the way, Sister Meng, why are you here, and where is this place?"

Weaving Dream looked at Wang Zhen with a smile on her face, then approached him, slowly leaned over Wang Zhen's ear, and after whispering a few words softly, her figure began to slowly become illusory and blurred, and then turned into a little light and dissipated in front of Wang Zhen.

At the same time, the white light that accompanied the weaving dream also slowly receded, and the world returned to darkness again, still unable to see the five fingers. Everything has returned to its original appearance, and only Wang Zhen's state of mind has changed, and it is no longer a crazy vent. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and savored the last few words of Weaving Dream, as if the whole world had become better.

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Lei Yan was paying attention to Wang Zhen's state all the time, and seeing that Wang Zhen had regained his composure and sat cross-legged on the ground and began to breathe, he was slowly relieved. For such torture of Wang Zhen, Lei Yan's heart was not very comfortable. I think that when he was crisscrossing the continent, he was a thorough cultivator, and any strong man of any clan would give him a big salute in front of him, and many times as long as he looked at him, there would be a lot of flatterers to follow him. However, such a peerless powerhouse in the past would bully a child who was only eleven years old today, even if his origin was good, but the condemnation of conscience could not be escaped.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zhen slowly woke up from his slumber. Confused, he stood up and stretched his body first, only to hear the bones crackling all over his body. He shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his consciousness.

Finally, when everything was back to normal, Wang Zhen began to organize his thoughts, but his memory was broken when he finished drinking tea with Lei Yan, as for why he was unconscious, he couldn't remember at all, plus he noticed the dust on his body, he knew that something was definitely going on his body.

"What happened to me just now?" asked Wang Zhen, who didn't know what it was, to Lei Yan.

"It doesn't matter what happened, open your mouth!" Wang Zhen opened his mouth without the slightest hesitation after hearing him say open his mouth. With a flick of the fingers of his right hand, a blue light flashed.

In just the blink of an eye, Wang Zhen felt that he had one more thing in his middle. Before he could react, the thing had already slid straight down his throat.

A cool feeling of comfort spread throughout Wang Zhen's body in an instant, and at the same time, his consciousness became extraordinarily clear