Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 101 Restoring memory
[Ning Zhao, Ning Zhao, don't hesitate, if you don't let Chu Yu recover his memory, the plot won't go on. ]
[Compared to Chu Yu who has memory and Chu Yu who has no memory, it is completely a sky and a ground. ]
[And he has regrets in his heart. If he doesn't restore his memory, he may breed demons. You can't expect an incompetent Chu Yu who breeds demons to be Ye Tianhe's opponent, right? ]
[The plot requires that he must become the strongest opponent of the hero Ye Tianhe, and we can't help it. ]
Under Xiaowogua's enlightenment, Ning Zhao sighed silently, looked at Qiankun and the silver-white long sword in his hand, and said softly, "Okay."

"That's fine."

Qian Kun waved his hand, and a piece of kraft paper with golden light and a brush soaked in ink appeared in front of Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao looked intently, roughly meaning that Xiao He voluntarily traded with Qian Kun, using half of the inner alchemy to exchange Jiuqing sword, and no one else forced him.

On kraft paper, she wrote the two big characters of flamboyant and phoenix dancing—Xiaohe.

Qian Kun took the kraft paper, waited for a while to let the writing on the paper dry, and carefully folded the kraft paper and put it away.

"There shouldn't be any more mistakes now."

While muttering, he handed the Jiuqing Sword to Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao gritted his back molars and took the Jiuqing Sword.

Others make deals: You and I exchange items.

She makes a deal: exchange what's hers for what's hers.

But you have to keep your word to be a monster.

Ning Zhao separated a ray of consciousness, entered his own sea of ​​consciousness, cut the round bead emitting light yellow light under the sea of ​​consciousness in half, and took half out.

She handed the half inner alchemy to Qiankun, but Qiankun didn't take it, but shook his head and pointed to Chu Yu, "You feed him yourself, otherwise, this kid will definitely think...I forced you to do this .”

Xiaowogua: Hmm...why doesn't it count?
Ning Zhao hummed, stuffed the half of the inner alchemy into Chu Yu's mouth, and poured a little bit of spiritual power into his body.

She separated a ray of consciousness, and wanted to penetrate into Chu Yu's sea of ​​consciousness to check the situation, but was blocked by the sea of ​​consciousness, unwilling to even open half of the gap.

How could this happen? She remembered that when she was Ning Zhao, the master sister of the Spirit Sword Sect, Chu Yu could enter Chu Yu's sea of ​​consciousness at will.

Could it be... because the cub's cultivation base has become higher?
Thinking this way in Ning Zhao's heart, she raised her eyes and looked at Chu Yu carefully.She couldn't see his cultivation, and there was indeed a sense of inscrutability about him.

Seeing that Chu Yu had swallowed the half inner alchemy, Qian Kun stretched leisurely, and retracted into the Qian Kun sword in the blink of an eye.

His voice was still floating in the air, "Thank you for my big nephew, little lotus essence."

After losing half of the inner alchemy, he naturally lost half of his spiritual power. Ning Zhao felt that his sea of ​​consciousness had also shrunk a lot.

She probed into her sea of ​​consciousness, looked at the shallow puddles, and wondered when the sea of ​​consciousness would become a real sea, these shallow puddles were really not enough to see.

Seeing that Qiankun retracted into the sword, the little old man began to crawl out again quietly.

Seeing his unwillingness to give up, Ning Zhao pointed at the little old man's face with a big knife, and said coldly, "Leave in such a hurry?"

"I still have something to ask you!"

The little old man's legs trembled, his face was full of helplessness, "Little Lotus Flower Essence, oh no, aunt, please let me go."

"I'm just a poor grass. There is nothing on Brokeback Mountain. It is absolutely impossible to say that I am harmful."

"Usually... at most, I followed Boss Hei and bullied little goblins. I really haven't done anything bad!"

Ning Zhao snorted coldly, dancing with a big knife in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Who cares if you're doing harm?"

"Did I forget the little trick you used just now?"

The little old man hesitated for a moment, then slapped himself hard on both sides of the face.

While slapping himself, he wailed, "I was wrong, grandma, please forgive me..."

"Woooooo... I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old grandson."

The corner of Ning Zhao's mouth twitched.

If she reads it correctly, this little grass fairy is not only old, but also not young in cultivation.

He can transform into form, which means that he has cultivated for at least a hundred years. Where did the 80-year-old mother come from!
"Don't fool me!"

Seeing that Ning Zhao was distracted, the little old man wanted to sneak away again. Ning Zhao raised his hand, wiped the little old man's face with the big knife, and inserted it into the ground behind him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little old man used his nirvana again - crying ghosts and howling wolves.

He repeated just a few words, either "I am a good fairy", or "I still have my mother and grandchildren at home", Ning Zhao felt that his ears were starting to ring like cocoons.

She waved her hand and said impatiently, "Stop barking!"

"I'll ask a question, and you can leave when you answer it."

The little old man stopped as soon as he saw it, and the crying stopped in an instant.

He looked at Ning Zhao flatteringly, "Grandma, if you ask, if you ask, I will know everything and tell you everything."

Ning Zhaoruo brushed his nails unintentionally, and asked, "What is the origin of the black boss you are talking about?"

"Boss Black? He's a..."

"Senior sister—don't go!"

Chu Yu exclaimed, opened her eyes in a panic, and woke up from her sleep.

Ning Zhao didn't care about the little old man, so he hurriedly took two steps forward, and asked with concern, "Xiao Hei...do you still have a headache?"

Her words of concern only received a cold glance from Chu Yu, he had already recovered his memory, as if the person who was suffering just now was not himself at all, and he only had a calm look on his face.

"So are you feeling better?"

Chu Yu just shook his head and didn't speak.

Ning Zhao thought that he was unwell, and reached out to touch his forehead, but Chu Yu turned slightly sideways and avoided him.

Chu Yu stood up, looked down at Ning Zhao from top to bottom, and said in a deep voice, "I will return half of the inner alchemy's friendship."

"Can you return that sword to me?"

"Miss Xiaohe."

Ning Zhao: ...

No, the Jiuqing Sword is still warm in her hand!
Why do you and Qiankun think that if you come out, you will come out together!

Seeing that Ning Zhao didn't answer, Chu Yu reached out and took out a storage bag, and handed it in front of her, "Miss Xiaohe, these are one hundred top-grade spirit stones."

"I don't know if it's enough to exchange them for that sword."

Seeing that Ning Zhao's expression was relaxed, he said, "That sword belongs to an old friend, so it shouldn't be given away at will."

"If Miss Xiao He likes it, in the future..."

"If I have a chance to go to Lincheng in the future, I will help Miss Xiaohe find a good sword."

Ning Zhao: ...

Why is this so similar to the plot in an idol drama where the wicked mother-in-law sends a check to the poor daughter-in-law!

A hundred spirit stones are equivalent to a check, and she is that poor daughter-in-law.

Ning Zhao threw this strange idea out of his head, clenched the Jiuqing Sword in his hand, and looked up at Chu Yu.

"Little Black..."

Chu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said, "I lost my memory earlier, and I haven't told Miss Xiaohe my name."

"In Lincheng, Zhongzhou, a man with no family or sect, Chu Yu."

　Boss Hei: So, why hasn't my identity been revealed yet?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)