430. Construct, memories of the past

This is not terrible, the most terrible thing is that if the person who casts the spell wants to lift the dementor curse, the only way is to use his own internal force to dissolve the spell on the cursed person, and the spell of the spell caster consumes one point, and the spell on the cursed person will dissolve one point, until the spell caster exhausts his last breath of true qi, and the spell on the curse recipient can be completely lifted.

Moreover, if you want to implement the third-level soul mantra, you have to have a deep internal force that has been cultivated for hundreds of years, just ask, how many people in the world can cultivate the internal force that ordinary people need to cultivate for a hundred years in just a few decades. If you ask again, there are a few people who are willing to use their hundreds of years of power to unravel the spell for others, and the curse that person received is still made by himself!

Such a bizarre perverted trick can only be figured out by the waning moon of the ghost genius of the Western Regions, and who else but him, a madman, would dare to use it!

Of course, today there is another "madman" who will not die!

Jin Jubao hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Manzhu's face, he didn't expect that her thoughts would be so strong, when he wanted to wash away her memories, she was able to use her thoughts to compete with his dementorship, and for a long time, he had no choice but to seal all her memories first.

But he also knows that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, although no one can solve the soul curse except for his spell, but if he meets a master, he can unseal her memory, in order to prevent the world's masters (such as the head of Shushan) from using spells to unseal her memory, he also deliberately set up a password barrier when sealing her memory, even if there is a master to rescue, as long as she can't say the words that represent her memory password, her memory cannot be recovered. And the words that represent her memory code, which he thought of temporarily, is the flower language of the other side of the flower, yes, as long as someone says the flower language of the other side of the flower, that is, the flower language of the Manzhu Sawa flower, her memory will be restored.

But then again, who would think of death as a beautiful thing, and who would say the words "the beauty of death"?

If you want to ask Jin Jubao what ideas he lost to Manzhu, and what kind of "past memory" he built for Manzhu, the answer will soon be clear!

This time, Jin Jubao did not put Manzhu down again, but lightly hugged Manzhu's shoulder, and in that position, he began to breathe, he had already consumed too much internal strength......

At three o'clock in the morning, Manzhu finally woke up, pinched his sore neck, and twisted his numb limbs, and suddenly a voice sounded from the top of his head

"You're awake. ”

Manzhu was frightened, completely sober, looked up, Jin Jubao smiled and looked at her with an elegant gaze, Manzhu realized that he was actually asleep on Jin Jubao's shoulder in a semi-sitting position, "Ah", Manzhu exclaimed, blushing and hurriedly sat up straight, "Yes...... I'm sorry...... I...... I...... I didn't mean to, and I don't know how I could ...... I...... I...... I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

"I said, never tell me I'm sorry!

"Huh?" Manju blinked a few times, thought seriously for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly, "You seem to have said that." ”

"What do you mean by 'as if it was said,' I just said it! Do you remember when I said that?"

"When? uh, uh, like...... I think about it, think about it, it seems to be the night before we got married, by the way, I think about it, it was the night before we got married. ”

"Do you remember where I said that?"

"Of course I remember, it's on the hill behind the helmsman. ”

"Do you remember what I told you back then?"

"Jubao, what's wrong with you today, why do you keep asking me about that night?"

"I ...... I'm afraid you've forgotten the vows we made. ”

"How could I!"

"Then answer me now. ”

"Okay, good, you, why are you still the same as when you were a child, Lao Ai broke the casserole so much and asked the end! Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I answer you, you told me at that time, I'm not allowed to tell you I'm sorry in the future, and I'm not allowed to say thank you to you!" Manju muttered, "Really, with ...... Follow...... It's strange that I just wanted to say who I was like, but I couldn't remember who I was like when I said it!"

Jin Jubao hurriedly diverted the topic, "When you were a child, do you remember when we were children? Do you remember the first time we met?"

Manzhu burst out laughing and said while laughing, "Of course I remember! It's so funny, the first time we met was so funny, and the brothers in the gang are still amused by the scene of our first meeting." I remember that day was the first time that my father brought you back to the gang, and decided to let you officially apprentice on that day, and that day also happened to be the day when my father agreed to let me officially get started, because you are older than me, so naturally I want you to be a senior brother, but I don't agree, I insist that I came to the gang before you, and my qualifications are older than you, and I am the senior sister, hahaha......"

"Yes, at that time, the master had nothing to do with you, so he had to rely on you. ”

"Hee-hee...... Laughing at me, at that time, you really called a four-year-old girl a senior sister, hahahaha...... It's so funny! Oh, by the way, how old were you then?"

"Ten years old. ”

"Yes, yes, ten years old, ten years old, senior sister, senior sister, hahahaha...... It's so funny, it's so funny......"

"Okay, stop laughing, you've only been a senior sister for three days. ”

"You still say, you are really bad, and later you even made up a bamboo dragonfly to coax me, saying that as long as you are willing to be a junior sister, you will give me the bamboo dragonfly, which will hurt me...... Hey, why was I so stupid at the time, I was bought by a mere bamboo dragonfly, hey, I was going to be under you for the rest of my life, ahhh......h My senior sister's throne!"

Jin Jubao looked at Manzhu's radiant face with amusement, a warm current poured into his chest, how much he suddenly hoped that everything Manzhu said was true, not the memory he had constructed to lose to her, this dream was so beautiful that he didn't want to wake up anymore......

"Jubao, Jubao, what's wrong with you? Why did you get distracted just now?"

"No...... All right. ”

"What were you thinking?"

"I ...... I'm thinking about when we were kids. ”

"Hehe, speaking of which, we've known each other since childhood, and we grew up together, so we're childhood sweethearts, right. ”