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Above the first statue, the fog is clear and the sky is cloudless.

When the first light was sprinkled, Ying Chen, who was sitting on the bed, had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly remembered some things, some important things.

It's a pity that he can't remember exactly what it is, he only knows that if he drinks the decoction in front of him, he will forget those important things and completely erase them without leaving a trace!

He couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his chest. But if you don't drink it, even if you don't get hurt to death, you will be hurt stupidly.

When he just went back eleven years ago, maybe he didn't care, he didn't care how to toss in this illusory dream.

However, after experiencing that snow dream, after hearing the words of the wind, and witnessing the smaller self.

Only then did he realize that this time he went back to the past, it was no accident, it was never a coincidence.

Among them, it is possible to change the future!

......

After a while, there was a little silence.

Ying Chen slowly closed his eyes, drank the milky white decoction, and let the bitterness stir his stomach, filling his senses and numbing his nerves.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, coughed a few times, and stayed there silently, not saying a word. Like an amnesiac person, his eyes are full of confusion.

Sitting and watching the clouds rise, it is like a world away.

The concubine touched his head, took the empty bowl, and left again. Only Qian'er had already put on her shoes and stood aside, looking at Yingchen in a daze.

It was so silent, and a while passed.

Ying Chen's gaze gradually cleared, the color of decadence was swept away, and the memories seemed to come back, but they seemed to be the same as before falling asleep.

Regarding that dream, those things, he still remembers, but those scenes in the snow are fragmented, and the man in the snow has no impression.

He may remember hiking in the snow for eternity. But I forgot that at that end, I saw a smaller version of myself.

It is like a picture that cannot be imprinted in memory, and with the decoction entering the stomach, it becomes the curling green smoke scattered between heaven and earth.

It exists, and it doesn't.

The difference is that this time, it is he who has returned to the past, and his cultivation may no longer be there, but his mind is by no means the three-year-old child he once was.

No longer ignorant, no longer uncaring, no longer forgotten with the years!

......

Ying Chen raised his hand and pressed his forehead, frowning slightly, his eyes narrowed, and there was a flash of light. He had forgotten, but his instincts told him that whatever he had forgotten would be extremely important.

Qian'er was fascinated, and there was even more consternation in Shui Lingling's big eyes, and she suddenly found that the eyes of the dust boy in front of her were very terrifying.

Where is the gaze of a three-year-old child, even if it is thirteen years old, even if it is thirty years old, it is rare.

Resemble... Like... It is as sharp as if it has killed someone, not even one person, not ten, but hundreds or thousands, as if it can be slashed like clay at a glance, and it is indestructible!

"Ahh

In his immature heart, he set off a monstrous wave, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Ying Chen's eyes again.

"Don't be afraid," Ying Chen looked at Qian'er, who was frightened and confused, put away his fierce gaze, and squeezed out a smile.

"You... Are you really a dusty boy?"

In the middle of the night, Qian'er slowly raised her little head as if she had the courage to pull her skirt with both hands, as if she had made a lot of determination, and asked gently.

"Of course," Ying Chen held back a smile, looking at the little guy's nervous appearance, as if he had become a big tiger and was about to swallow her in one bite.