The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 792: Giving a redemption to the joy of youth

"I have shattered those disjointed memories."

Lin Chaoci shrugged, with a relaxed look on his face: "To put it bluntly, it doesn't matter. Memory is just a special spiritual power. As long as your soul is strong enough, you can easily modify other people's memories, just like holding a pencil... I don’t know if you have pencils and erasers here, but that’s probably what it means.”

As he spoke, Lin Chaoci waved his brush in his heart.

Clamp your palms once and flip them again.

A pencil and an eraser appeared in his hand.

Then I used a brush to create a piece of white paper for myself.

The main reason is that he doesn't need these on weekdays.

He spread it out and drew two random strokes on the white paper. After getting used to testing the pen, he wrote his name under the two diagonal lines he just drew. He raised it to signal Zi Nu and others to look over.

Then, pick up the eraser.

Erase your name.

Revealing a clean white paper with two slashes that have not been erased.

He gave an example: "You see, as long as I control the intensity and range, I can easily erase my name without affecting the two slashes above it. If I replace this principle and put it on Shao Shao, it will be the same. I just erase it." She has lost those memories that do not belong to her. Although her memory has been merged with some memories that do not belong to her, if she wants to wipe it clean, she must wipe her own memory. However, I don’t need to wipe it too clean. It only takes a light wipe to restore her memory after she wakes up, and treat those memories that do not belong to her as movies... um, shadow puppets... um, similar to the palace songs and dances that Brother Han Fei has seen, Even if you try hard to think about it, you can still think of it, but even if you think of it, it will not affect a person's daily life."

To be honest, it took a lot of effort for him to explain to ancient people such as Zi Nu, Han Fei, and Yan Lingji. It's not that these people are stupid, but that his thinking is biased towards modernization, and his examples are also mixed with a bit of later generations. Zi Nu, Han Fei and others couldn't understand the new vocabulary, which was understandable. It was just a pain for him because he had to work part-time as a translator.

However, Zi Nu and others are very thoughtful people.

Not to mention Han Fei.

Even Hong Lian, who seemed the most heartless, understood Lin Chaoci's meaning with Lin Chaoci's fairly authentic translation.

I was a little jealous at first.

Now that I understand, I am no longer jealous.

He secretly looked at Shao Siming, who was still unconscious, with pity.

She pursed her lips and said softly: "Then what has she lived for these past few years? What is the difference between her and death during this period?"

"The difference may be that it hurts more, right?"

"Involuntarily killing my brother who wanted to save me with my own hands."

"This feeling of guilt will accompany her throughout her life."

Lin Chaoci said the cruelest words in the calmest tone.

His overly calm tone made it difficult not to wonder whether his heart was made of stone and whether his blood was as cold as a poisonous snake.

Actually it is not.

Just because he has seen more cruel things.

Just because all of this can be undone.

That's why his tone was so bland.

It's so bland to the point of being a little light.

However, compared to Guren's wrong focus, Yan Lingji is obviously not as big-hearted as Guren. She is big enough to have time to pity others, secretly curl her lips, and hide her yin and yang aura between the lines:

"a little?"

"What a nice name."

"Then, what method do you want to use to subdue a woman who is full of guilt? Her cruelty after waking up will actually cause her more pain than when she was being manipulated. It may even urge her to commit suicide in this world. A miserable little girl who wants to die. Where is the girl?"

"Will you continue to use your pencil to write your name under her blank paper?"

Ok.

Count on this cat-like little fairy who blows her hair out for you from time to time to be submissive to you, maybe only when she's in a good mood.

Right now, she was in a bad mood.

Then, even if she is made to give in, she will only be dissatisfied.

However, as Yan Lingji said.

Although Yan Lingji was having strange yin and yang auras, Lin Chaoci could tell that, but he had ways to deal with all the yin and yang auras Yan Lingji had.

"That would wash away her guilt."

"Give her another reason to live."

"Although there is no free lunch in the world, there is a price to get these. I am not a philanthropist. I have no intention of helping others when I can. I will only give out a choice on my whim... But I think, even if it is Choice, too many people, too many times, cannot help but have no choice, right?"

Lin Chaoci held the pencil between his index finger and middle finger.

When he spoke, he seemed to be giving some advice.

It seemed that something was heard. Focus on the sudden opening of your eyes, but you are still lying on the ground, with your hands folded on your lower abdomen, continuing to lie as if you were moved here, two lines of clear tears running down the temples, crossing the ears, dripping straight to the The purple-haired girl on the ground smiled slightly.

He tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

The purple-haired young Siming turned his eyes.

Realizing that this strange man was the benefactor who rescued him.

Then he slowly stood up.

It seemed that he was giving Lin Chaoci respect as his benefactor.

Sitting on the ground, Lihua nodded with rain.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly found that he could not speak. He subconsciously gestured with his hands, trying to use body language to assist, but suddenly felt powerless. He gradually stopped gesticulating, put down his hands, and fell into the trap again. autistic state.

"Sin!"

Zi Nu held her forehead and sighed with a complicated heart.

Lin Chaoci never joked about important things.

Even if it was a joke, it would be a joke after the matter was over.

Therefore, the phrase "I killed my brother unwillingly" should not be a casual excuse, but it is true.

But what could she say?

First of all, it has nothing to do with Black and White Young Master Siming.

If it was the curse cast by these two people, they would not have been hunted down by the purple-haired young Siming. They would have killed the purple-haired young Siming long ago.

Secondly, it has nothing to do with the moon god.

Concubine Yan agrees.

The same goes for Xinghun and several other elders.

None of these people know how to move the soul in the Nine Palaces.

This thing is the secret inheritance of Shao Siming's lineage.

Moreover, even if he could, with Yue Shen's temperament that has nothing to do with her, and Yan Fei's fierce temper, they would not accept such a dirty thing, so they had nothing to do with it. responsibility.

The only one left is Donghuang Taiyi.

The supreme leader of the Yin Yang family.

Let her spray a land fairy?

It's not impossible, it's just not necessary.

She couldn't understand the chess they were playing, and she was not qualified to evaluate whether their methods were dirty or not. It was as boring and meaningless as a farmer guessing whether the emperor plowed the land with a gold hoe or a silver hoe.

Therefore.

There is no point in denouncement or anything like that.

There was even the risk of tearing apart the scars in the purple-haired young Siming's heart.

However, Zi Nu was afraid, but Lin Chaoci was not.

"Take off the veil."

"I want to see your true face."

"It's all a wisp of a dream from my youth."

Lin Chaoci stood up, stamped his feet, and a wooden coffin rose up from the ground and stood behind him. On the wooden coffin, there was also a capital word "spiritual": "Since you are awake, let's stop talking nonsense. To get straight to the point, you have two choices. The first is to be obedient. In return, I believe you will be willing to see the person in the coffin. The second is to refuse, but you don’t have to worry about what I will do to you. I will save you. Just to give the joy of my youth some redemption, even though I won’t fall in love with you for ten thousand years after one glance, I do remember you as a person and treat it as all my regrets when I was young. The above What are these conditions like?”

The purple-haired young Siming stared at the word "spirit" on the coffin for two or three seconds.

It seems to be searching for memories.

Two or three seconds later, Shui Yi's soft eyes turned clear.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and took off the veil.

He also displayed his impeccable appearance in front of everyone for the first time, letting Lin Chaoci, Zi Nu, Yan Lingji and others appreciate it.

Until now.

The coffin boards on the front sank into the ground.

The boy's skin was covered with cracks like broken porcelain, but his appearance and body were intact and clean.

He just lay quietly in the coffin.

Tears burst into the eyes of the purple-haired young Siming.

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