Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3495 Complete Mist God

Ye Lin and Xiao Yu walked away a little, leaving the space and quietness to the God of Mist.

The chrysanthemums in late autumn are cold and gorgeous. When all other flowers are withering, this is their season.

The Goddess of Mist held the jade pendant of memory in her fingertips, her beautiful face slightly lowered, lost in thought, showing a certain hesitation.

"Man" is the sum of social relations, and memory is the basis of a "man".

The third attribute besides body and soul, the concept that gives meaning to human "existence" can be called memory.

In short, everyone has his or her own unique past and related memories, which together constitute the present "self".

Ye Lin endowed the God of Mist with the ability of "memory" during the Dream War of Gods. Since then, the God of Mist has been learning and absorbing knowledge about the world of gods, just like an ignorant child who shapes his own cognition and personality by understanding the world and society.

However, the memories she lost and what she is learning now are fundamentally different. The memories will directly blend with her soul perfectly and emerge in all conscious cognition, just like snow dissolving in water. The two are originally one part.

To give an analogy, a child of seven or eight years old, whose memory and thinking are like a pond, suddenly possesses all the memories of an adult in his fifties or sixties. A large amount of "past" forms a terrible torrent that rushes into the pond, mixes together, and then the memory affects the main consciousness.

This metaphor may not be very accurate when applied to the Mist God, because it sounds more like possession of another's body, but the Mist God has always been herself, and the memories of the past are also her past self, so they are only the same in meaning.

"This matter is very contradictory in many ways." Xiaoyu looked at the mist god who was in a state of thinking from a distance and said, "The mist god has always been the mist god, and her soul has never changed. The difference is that her past memories may take the lead."

Xiaoyu smiled and gave a more vivid analogy: "In fact, it's about a young lady from a noble family who lost her memory and a kind and sincere little tailor who fell in love with each other. Just when they were about to get married, the young lady from the noble family suddenly awakened her lost memory, and then...tsk tsk, the situation became complicated."

  It was a very reasonable analogy. Ye Lin gave Xiao Yu an admiring look, then he looked at her belatedly and said unhappily:

"Little tailor?"

This doesn't fit who he is.

“Well, when writers like Qingyan wrote fairy tales, they would use characters like a young tailor, a farmer’s son, etc. to express the male protagonist’s youth and ordinariness, so that there would be the thrill of a counterattack when he finally marries the princess.” Xiaoyu smiled and took out a fairy tale book with a bright cover. After translating it, she could give it to our four girls to read.

However, the fairy tales written by writer Qingyan are not as interesting as those written by Becky... In her fairy tales, there is always an evil, terrifying, black dragon as the villain.

The God of Mist sits quietly and elegantly on a wooden bench at the edge of the flower bed, holding nine colored jade pendants on his fingertips, his beautiful long hair draped over the autumn chrysanthemums behind him. He has an elegant demeanor and his body is motionless, like a beautiful sculpture created by divine craftsmanship.

Finally, the Mist Goddess's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, and made a decision.

Only a quarter of an hour had passed from the time the memory jade pendant was given to the time the Mist God made his decision. However, Ye Lin keenly noticed that when the Mist God resumed his movements, his expression was obviously dazed, as if he had been silent for a century and had just woken up.

The God of Mist nodded towards him, then slowly placed the memory jade pendant on his forehead.

Ye Lin also smiled when he saw this. He felt a little regretful in his heart, but he also felt much more relaxed psychologically because of this. He smiled and said:

"That's fine. After all, these are her memories. It's reasonable to recall the past. I just hope the Mist God won't call me shameless when he wakes up."

"Really? I really don't care. I can feel that the Mist Goddess likes you very much now, but it may not be the same after she awakens. You might be heartbroken." Xiaoyu had a mischievous smile on her lips and then shook her head deliberately. Her long, black and shiny hair swayed gently. The dragon-shaped hairpin inserted in her hair and the lily of the valley-like pendant hanging on the hairpin made crisp sounds bit by bit.

Ye Lin saw the nine-colored jade pendant on the Mist God's forehead, which was covered by her own bangs. After a few seconds, it suddenly disappeared as if it had vaporized. At the same moment, an invisible and huge torrent of memories sank into the Mist God's mind. A strong wind suddenly rolled up in front of the Mist God, blowing her hair into a "flag". Her beautiful face showed a painful look, her brows were tightly knitted, and her pair of pure and clear blue eyes flashed countless fragments of memories from the past.

She closed her eyes, needing to slowly digest her current situation.

Ye Lin poked Xiaoyu's smooth forehead with his finger and said with a smile: "Why do you sound like we are parting forever in your words?"

"The Mist Goddess is now complete in her mind. Even if she doesn't recognize the relationship I fabricated, I can still cultivate the relationship again. I should have a good impression in her mind, right?"

  "It's hard to say." Xiaoyu blinked her beautiful eyes and kept contradicting him:

"Maybe the Mist God feels that he has been deceived and doesn't want to bother with you anymore."

"Then I will restart time until the God of Mist decides not to merge the memories." Ye Lin made a joke, and then deliberately raised Xiaoyu's chin:

"I think this miko is also very beautiful."

He then pulled Xiaoyu to an empty corner. This floating island in the sky was not large, and only a few gardeners came here every day to check and clean. Now the gardeners were not there.

"Xiaoyu, I will prepare seven slices of bread for you tonight."

After saying that, he held up Xiaoyu's flawless, pure and innocent face, lowered his head and kissed her lips. The dirty girl hummed lightly, resisted symbolically for a few times, and then opened her neat and white teeth.

  After a long time, the two reluctantly withdrew their lips and tongues. Xiaoyu's eyes were full of autumn water, so charming that it seemed that silk threads could be pulled out. Her beautiful cheeks were rosy and fragrant, and she whispered softly:

"If you're not thirsty, I might need to change into some dry underwear."

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Ye Lin crawled out from the witch's skirt and stood up. Suddenly, he felt a cool breeze on his neck. He turned around quickly and saw the God of Mist standing behind him. He had returned to his original state.

That is the image of the girl of the Mist God that caused the third dean to collapse mentally, unable to accept it, and then to hate it.

She is now shorter than Xiaoyu, and about ten centimeters taller than Yimiwu. Her dark blue hair is like the essence of the deep sea, and her delicate and pretty facial features give people the charm of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, revealing youth and aura.

Uh……

Ye Lin felt guilty and did not try to read anything from the Mist God's calm eyes.

I didn't expect the Mist God to wake up so quickly, and the Dirty Girl didn't remind me.

"What were you doing just now?" asked the God of Mist with a slight frown.

Compared to his previous cold and calm state, the Mist God's tone now has more liveliness and a more "human" softness.

"I just...caught crickets for Xiaoyu."

"Where's the cricket?"

"Ran……"