Recording new memories, and after a barely audible sigh, Xinghe closed the notebook.

Everyone is in the game, and if there is a sign of something 'normal', the rules will be amended.

is like the little guy who doesn't grow up next to Feng Ling, although he is from the outside world, but there are too many restrictions, he probably didn't realize that he had been trapped in the script and accompanied Xuanmeng to reincarnation.

No one remembers the past, no matter whether the people in the play were late or early, the destined story would always be played out again...

Although Xinghe has the script in hand, he is deeply involved in it, and there is really too little he can do.

But it's been a few lifetimes, even if you can only do some small actions......

"Sunan ......" The corners of Xinghe's mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were not warm.

Everyone is just a trapped beast, covered in bruises, and all parties are not happy.

The golden light dissipated, Xinghe gently brushed the cover of the notebook, and his whole person seemed to return to this world, and suddenly, an invisible pressure swept over, making his breathing almost stagnant

The brain began to sting, as if countless needles had pierced the brain, and the memories that did not belong to this cycle were withdrawn little by little, those scenes became blurred, and the things in his memory became fragments...... The fragments of memory were like glass shards, and they stabbed at Xinghe's body again, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, his face was pale, and sweat covered his forehead, dripping from his cheeks and from his chin.

"Tick"

It is the sound of sweat dripping down and the sound of the pendulum representing the passage of time.

A complete memory puzzle that is once again mutilated.

"Ahh

Since successfully resisting the siege of the turbid beasts of K City, Sunan and Lin Bei have returned to the shelter of City A with the team, and their lives have returned to their former appearance.

Sunan rubbed his nose, while Lin Bei came over with concern, a handsome face was almost leaning on Sunan's shoulder, the tone was concerned, the fashionable lapels set off a powerful neck line, there was a kind of seductive atmosphere of killing the neck and recognizing people to slaughter, "Are you uncomfortable? It's been a bit cool lately."

"It's fine." Sunan looked at his face getting closer and closer, and was about to kiss his cheek, so he helplessly reached out and pushed Lin Bei away.

"Oh......" Lin Bei's tone was filled with grievances, which made Sunan unable to deal with it for a while, and the double-leaf clover on his head moved helplessly instead of him.

Lin Bei's attention shifted to the double-leaf clover on his head, leaning against Sunan, his fingers flicked the leaves, and the cool and delicate touch passed from his fingertips to Lin Bei's brain, and Sunan's ears immediately moved.

"Su Xiaonan, this grass is similar to the grass on the top of the head of the slow sheep in the cartoon, does it have any special meaning?"

He actually wanted to ask a long time ago, why a grass grew on the top of Sunan's head, but when the grass first grew, Sunan was very distant from him, just like looking at strangers, he was worried about whether there would be any privacy, and he was worried about annoying Sunan, so he never asked.

Now it seems that this double leaf clover is really a decoration, and it has not affected the life of Sunan.

It's not without impact...... There are many little girls in the shelter who like Sunan, and if they can't get Sunan, they want to get that grass, so they make a pirated version and wear it on their heads.

Hehehe, those grasses are not natural at all! It's too fake to wear on their heads!

Lin Bei was a little sour in his heart.

Sunan reached out and touched the root of the double-leaf clover, and if he pulled it hard, he would feel his scalp being pulled, like pulling a handful of hair.

Because Sunan is a wood-based cultivator, it can be said that it is the most accurate batch of plants that give birth, so the outside world speculates that this double-leaf clover should be the result of some kind of genetic technique in Sunan.

Although it looks a little strange at first glance, after looking at it for a long time, this grass is still very eyebrow-raising, and the appearance of southern Jiangsu is simply leveraged, giving people a new feeling.

At least everyone in City A knows that there is a professor who has a very strong plant and has a grass on his head.

Everyone thinks that there is some complicated reason, even Lin Bei thinks so, but Sunan is just a grass growing on his head, there is no genetics, there is no seed planting experiment on his head, and this grass will not follow like a slow sheep

He grew up thinking.

The Sole Meaning......

"Probably it's welcoming me here."

At first, he vaguely saw the golden stars falling in the distant night, and the world seemed to usher in various disasters in an instant, and the cries of thousands of people echoed in his ears. And followed by the steaming dark clouds, the thunder snake in the dark clouds in the sky, like the destruction of the doomsday sky, when his pupils shrank to the extreme, a more dazzling purple light suddenly appeared in the night sky!

In an instant, lightning seemed to cross time and space and slash at him!

In the dark, he felt some kind of calling, and then it was as if he had crossed the cycle of time and moved forward to the original point.

Later, he woke up from the world of Xuanmeng and found that he had become one of the supporting characters of the same name in "Xuanmeng", Sunan.

At this point, grass began to grow on his head, but this grass was very strange, it seemed to have some indescribable power, but so far no real use has been discovered, or maybe it has been activated, but it is too secretive to be discovered by him.

Speaking of coming to the Xuanmeng World, it has been almost four years since he came to the Xuanmeng World, and as more and more fetters come on, he doesn't want to return to the original world.

One is that he doesn't know how to go back, and the other is that the world over there has always been a lonely person, no relatives and no friends, and he is alone when he can remember, and the life in the orphanage also makes him feel out of place.

It's funny to say, after living in that world for twenty years, there is no deep feeling for Xuanmeng, who has only four years.

At first, he only regarded this place as a world and a false place, but the more he came into contact with the people here, the more he felt that this place was real.

It's not just familiarity, but a sense of home.

"Su Xiaonan, you have been in my dreams, but unfortunately every time I wake up, I can't remember anything clearly." Lin Bei regretted that although the dream was bizarre, he also wanted to travel in the dream with Sunan in the dream, and he could have talked about the dream, but every time he woke up, it was as if his memory had been erased, "But although I can't remember clearly, I'm very happy to dream of you!" Have you ever dreamed of me?"

Sunan blinked his eyes a little stunned, and his emerald and magnificent pupils were a little blurry and hazy at this time.

Dreamland?

His dreams have always been very mixed, most of them appear in the form of fragments, but many of them are the silhouettes of the original owner's memories when he was a child, and there are always many different developments in the same scene, but there are subtle differences.

Except for the memory of the original owner, what he dreamed most often was not Lin Bei, but the stars in the night sky.

He often remembered the scene he had seen the stars falling, and the dazzling light that spread across the sky was like a grand firework.

Gold is the color that is most deeply remembered in southern Jiangsu.

He seemed to hear a word scattered in the stars, but unfortunately the dream was too vague, and he often didn't pay enough attention to it because it was a dream.

Now listening to Lin Bei deliberately mention the dream, Sunan began to recall that sentence carefully, and a faint golden color appeared on the veins of the double-leaf clover on the top of his head, and Sunan heard an ethereal murmur in the heavens and the earth.

"Time...... It's almost there."