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Chapter 162 Will I Forget
Long Mingfei searched in a panic. She always felt that she had lost something, but everything seemed normal.
what exactly is it?
Long Mingfei rode the Roaring Lion and hurried back to Gyeongju City. The sky was dark and white mist shrouded the city. Seeing more and more zombies flocking to the city wall, she wanted to join the battle.

However, the body is too tired and can't lift the energy.

She wished she could go back to her room and sleep for three days and three nights. She jumped onto the city wall and returned to the Tang family's house amidst everyone's horrified eyes.

There was no one in the small courtyard, Long Mingfei pushed open the wooden door, looked at the familiar scene, and subconsciously walked to her room, suddenly, she turned around and walked into Zhao Wuyou's room,

"Why, did I overlook something?"

Long Mingfei looked at the familiar calligraphy and painting, familiar arrangement, she picked up the writing brush that fell on the ground, and there was an unfinished calligraphy and painting on the table, she looked up and found that all the calligraphy and painting were made by one person Write, Zhao Wuyou.

"Zhao Wuyou, Zhao Wuyou, Zhao Wuyou... who is it?" She silently read the name without the slightest impression, as if this person had never appeared before, but looking at the scene, this Zhao Wuyou should be the same as He lived together.

She lay down on Zhao Wuyou's wooden bed, smelling the fragrance on the pillow, felt extremely relieved, and fell asleep deeply.

"Do you remember me, don't you remember me, don't you remember me, don't you remember me..."

In her sleep, a man with a veil turned his back to her and murmured, asking why she didn't remember him,
"Who are you, who am I, no, who are you?" Long Mingfei hurriedly chased after the man. Subconsciously, she felt that the man was extremely important to her, but the man ran farther and farther away.

She chased desperately, finally, she touched the shoulder of the veiled man,

"I caught you!"

Long Mingfei woke up suddenly and looked at Li Lingwan who was stunned. It turned out that she was grabbing Li Lingwan, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

"Sister Long, why are you sleeping in Brother Immortal's room?" Li Lingwan was also shocked when Long Mingfei grabbed his shoulders suddenly, and there was a complex look in Long Mingfei's eyes,
"Brother Immortal, is that Zhao Wuyou?" Long Mingfei asked.

"That's right, it's Zhao Wuyou,"

E, something is wrong, Li Lingwan remembered that Long Mingfei respected Brother Shenxian very much, and almost never called him by his real name. She was used to calling Brother Shenxian the third young master, or the young master.

"Can you tell me who Zhao Wuyou is?" Long Mingfei grabbed Li Lingwan's shoulder, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Zhao Wuyou, Zhao Wuyou, I should be very familiar with him, but why, I don't have any impression of him in my mind, it seems that this person never existed." She hugged her head and messed up her hair A mess, said eagerly.

Seeing Long Mingfei's painful look, she seemed to have really forgotten about Zhao Wuyou.

"Sister Long, didn't you go to save Brother Immortal? Why did you become like this?"

"I went to save him? But when I woke up, I was in the back mountain! Did I really go to save a man named Zhao Wuyou?"

"Sister Long, do you really not remember?"

"Um……"

"You can't forget him, otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life. You told me that you must fully understand Brother Shenxian, and then seriously consider whether you like him. Today I saw you rushing out desperately. It can be seen that you are the one who likes him the most, you can't forget him!"

"I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Long Mingfei ran outside the house and poured a bucket of cold water on her body. She calmed down a little. She thought that something went wrong with herself, and it must be something wrong with herself.

"Master Sword Spirit, tell me why I can't remember Zhao Wuyou, will I forget him, is he really important to me?" Long Mingfei thought of the magic sword, and the magic sword sword spirit will definitely know of.

"You are lucky and unlucky."

A deep female voice flashed in my mind.

"???"

"You are very lucky to survive. I thought you would die there. I don't like your arrangement. I don't like that Li Lingwan. I have already decided that after you die, Zhao Wuyou will be my next host. But, he saved you!"

"You are unlucky, the price of your survival is to forget him!"

"You are very lucky, because there is me, who can help you restore your memory."

"You are very unfortunate. Even if I restore your memory, you can only face the cruel fact!"

"Enough!" Long Mingfei had a headache.

"100 lives, sacrifice 100 lives, or 1000 zombies, I will help you restore part of your memory."

"Just part of it?"

"My ability is limited. I can only help you restore a small part of your memory at a time, and then you will enter a period of weakness. You need more blood sacrifices to help you restore other memories."

"Okay! 1000 zombies." Long Mingfei had no choice. As night approached, she ran out of the city with her magic sword in hand. When she actually killed 1000 zombies, it was already midnight, and she returned to her residence covered in blood.

"Tell me!" Long Mingfei gasped.

As soon as the words fell, the image of the veiled man flashed in her mind, it was Zhao Wuyou, she saw Zhao Wuyou's face clearly,

I remember him!

Long Mingfei's head thumped and hissed continuously, and scenes of images were about to flash, trying to break through a certain barrier, but was blocked by something abruptly.

What a nice view!How could I forget him, he must be very important to me, he must be very important to me!

The man with the veil was just about to take off the veil when the image was suddenly interrupted.

"???"

"I'm tired. I've used up the vitality of the blood sacrifice just now. I need more blood sacrifices..."

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)