Pluto's off-line concubine

Chapter 390 Three Constructions, Memories of the Past

This is not terrible, the most frightening thing is that if the caster wants to break the Dementia Curse, the only way is to use his own internal force to dissolve the spell on the cursed person, and the caster's internal force consumes one point , the spell on the person receiving the curse will be resolved for a fraction, and the spell on the person receiving the curse will be completely released until the caster exhausts his last breath of true energy.

Moreover, in order to implement the third level of the Dementor Curse, one must have a profound inner strength of hundreds of years of cultivation. Let me ask, how many people in the world can cultivate the inner strength that ordinary people need to cultivate for a hundred years in just a few decades? .Let me ask again, how many people are willing to use their hundreds of years of skill to undo the curse for others, and the curse that that person suffered was cast by themselves!

Only the ghostly genius of the Western Regions, Wan Yue, could have come up with such a weird and perverted move, and who else would dare to use it except him, a lunatic!

Of course, there is another "lunatic" who wants to die today!

Jin Jubao hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Manzhu's face. He never thought that her thoughts would be so strong. When he wanted to wash away her memory, she could use her thoughts to communicate with him He was unable to wash away her memory, he had no choice but to seal up all her memories first.

But he also knows that there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. Although no one except him can undo the Dementia Curse, if he meets an expert, he can unseal her memory. An expert (such as the head of Shushan) used spells to unseal her memory, and he also specially set up a password barrier when sealing her memory. If you memorize the password, her memory cannot be recovered.And the words representing her memory code were also what he came up with temporarily, that is the flower language of the Bianhua, that's right, as long as someone speaks the flower language of the Bianhua, that is, the flower language of Manzhushahua—the beauty of death—her memory will be restored. will recover.

But then again, who would think that death is a beautiful thing!And who can say the four words "beauty of death"?

If you want to ask Jin Jubao what idea he lost to Manzhu, and what kind of "past memory" he built for Manzhu, the answer will be revealed soon!

This time, Jin Jubao didn't put Manzhu down again, but lightly embraced Manzhu's shoulders, and in that position, he began to adjust his breath. He had already consumed too much internal energy...

After three days in the sun, Manzhu finally woke up, squeezed her sore neck, and twisted her already numb limbs, when suddenly a voice sounded from above her head——

"You're awake."

Manzhu was quite frightened, she came over fully awake, looked up, Jin Jubao was looking at her with an evil smile, and Manzhu realized that she had fallen asleep leaning on Jin Jubao's shoulder in a half-sitting position , "Ah", Manzhu screamed, and sat up straight with a blushing face, "I'm sorry... I... I... I didn't mean it, and I don't know how I would... I... I... …sorry Sorry……"

"I said, never say sorry to me! Did you forget?"

"Huh?" Manzhu blinked a few times, thought for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly, "You seem to have said that."

"What do you mean by 'I seem to have said it', I just said it! Do you remember when I said this?"

"When? Uh, uh, it seems... Let me think about it, think about it, it seems to be the night before we got married, yes, I remember, it was the night before we got married. "

"Then do you remember where I said that?"

"Of course I remember, it's on the back hill of the main rudder."

"Do you remember what else I told you then?"

"Jubao, what happened to you today? Why do you keep asking me about that night?"

"I...I'm worried that you have forgotten the vow we made between you."

"How could I!"

"Then you answer me now."

"Okay, okay! You, why are you still the same as you were when you were a child? I love to break the casserole and ask the end! Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I will answer you, you told me at that time, you are not allowed to follow me in the future. You say sorry, but you are not allowed to say thank you!" Manzhu muttered after finishing speaking, "Really, it's...it's strange, I just wanted to say who I'm the same as, but I couldn't remember exactly when I said it Who is it like!"

Jin Jubao quickly changed the topic, "When we were young? Do you remember when we were young? Then do you remember the first time we met?"

Manzhu burst out laughing, and said while laughing, "Of course I remember! It's so funny, the first time we met was so funny, and now the brothers in the gang are still amused by the scene of our first meeting I remember that day was the first time Daddy brought you back to the gang, and decided to let you formally apprentice on that day, and that day happened to be the day Daddy agreed to let me formally start, because you are older than me, so naturally Let you be a senior brother, but I disagree with life and death, insisting that I came to the gang before you, and my qualifications are older than yours, so I am the senior sister, hahaha..."

"Yeah, at that time the master had nothing to do with you, so he had to follow you."

"Hee hee... I laughed so hard, back then you actually cared about a four-year-old little girl as a senior sister, hahahaha... It's so funny! Hey, by the way, how old were you at that time?"

"Ten years old."

"Yes! Yes! Ten years old! Ten years old! Senior sister, senior sister! Hahahaha...It's so funny, so funny..."

"Okay, stop laughing, you've only been a senior sister for three days."

"You still said, you are really bad, and then you even made a bamboo dragonfly to coax me, saying that as long as you are willing to be a junior sister obediently, you can give me the bamboo dragonfly, which made me... Hey, why was I so stupid at that time? , to be bought by a mere bamboo dragonfly, hey, I will be under you for the rest of my life, ah woo woo... my senior sister's throne!"

Jin Jubao looked at Manzhu's radiant face with a funny face, a warm current poured into his chest, he suddenly hoped that everything Manzhu said was true, not the memory he had constructed to lose to her, this dream is so beautiful , he is already unwilling to wake up...

"Jubao, Jubao, what's wrong with you? Why did you lose your mind just now?"

"No...it's fine."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"I...I'm thinking about our childhood."

"Hehe, speaking of which, we have known each other since we were young, and we grew up together, so we are childhood sweethearts, right?"