Concubine Defying the Heavens: Your Majesty, please undress

Chapter 1125

Bai Heming's voice flowed slowly like flowing water, neither rush nor slow, with a force that penetrated into the heart. It sounded so gentle, like a soft cloud, making one's heart soft.

Time to refresh your memory?

Yong Yule understood immediately and understood the meaning of Bai Heming's words.

After experiencing these experiences, the fog in Yong Yule's heart has finally dissipated!

Now, all that remains is to solve that mystery.

As for this mystery, as long as Yong Yule restores the memory of the previous life, believe me, everything will be fine!

"Are you ready?"

In Yong Yule's consciousness, a voice suddenly sounded.

It was that extremely familiar voice.It was the sound from the dry bones in the ancient coffin.It was the voice of the woman above the purple mist.

She was asking Yong Yule, are you ready?
Yong Yule fell into silence, silently responding.

"Xiao Le, it's started. Maybe..."

Bai Heming opened his lips, wanting to say something to Yong Yule.But when the words came to his lips, Bai Heming finally chose to remain silent.

Maybe, after recovering her memory, she will find that the relationship between Bai Heming and her is a bit awkward.

She is more likely to dislike Bai Heming's approach.

but……

When the words came to his lips, Bai Heming chose to swallow them.

Everything, there is no need to say anything more.Even if Yong Yule forgot about him, or Yong Yule remembered him, it's better to keep a distance from him.

He has plotted for Yongyu Lemi for 1000 years, and it must come true today!

"Xiao Le, are you ready?"

Bai Heming asked Yong Yule.

Yong Yule raised a pair of cold star-like eyes, and nodded to Bai Heming: "I'm ready."

"Then let's start."

Bai Heming opened his lips and said.

"let's start."

Yong Yule looked up at the window, took a deep breath, and responded to Bai Heming's words.

"Xiao Le, sit down."

Bai Heming sat down again facing Yong Yule.

Yong Yu Le sat down cross-legged as he said.Bai Heming also sat down behind Yong Yule.

"Xiao Le, the process of recovering your memory may be a bit painful. But, no matter what you remember, I hope you can hold on like these few days of experience."

Before Bai Heming started to restore Yong Yule's memory, he gave her one last sentence.

Yong Yule nodded.

Bai Heming took out a green gauze bag from his storage space.

The green gauze bag, like being filled with fireflies, emitted a bright blue light.

On the green gauze bag was tied a rope.The rope was tied into a beautiful knot.

Bai Heming stretched out his fingers, gently untied the tied knot, and then opened the bag.

As the mouth of the bag was opened, a strand of crystal clear and snow-white things, like white clouds in the blue sky, fluttered out of the cloth bag like a group of white flocs.

That white catkin-like thing is only the size of a palm.

After it floated out of the green gauze bag, a piece of talisman paper fluttered away and stuck to the white fluff-like thing.

Then, Bai Heming stretched out his right hand, gently took the talisman paper in his hand, and then pasted the talisman paper on the back of Yong Yule's head.

In an instant, the white catkin-like thing disappeared between Yong Yule's jet-black hair.

Bai Heming could see it with his spiritual sense, that thing like white catkins...

(End of this chapter)