The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 215 Restoring memory
更新时间2013-12-0717:03:00。0
"Oh, that's right, the activation of this formation requires the original life of the person involved as the introduction, and when the relevant person cast the spell back then, I didn't know that Lin Yizhu, a stinky boy, had Fuliu Dan as the life-protecting pill, so it was extremely difficult to draw out his original life. , usually the soul is out of the body and then talking about this matter, and the matter of "recovering memory" was proposed by Yanying at that time, and Arnold was not present. The two conditions were indispensable, but at the time, it was all lack……"

"Now that A Nuo is here, his natal Dan Fu Liu Dan has also turned around on the Sansheng Stone. No, there are not any conditions missing, so it's easy..."

Ouyang Xin closed his eyes and explained, using words that they could understand as much as possible.

These three people suddenly realized...

But Yanying wants to restore Lin Yizhu's memory? !This incident surprised Wu Zinuo one after another.

Standing in front of the Sansheng Stone, facing the unraveling, unknown matter that has survived for thousands of years, Lin Yizhu turned his head and took another look at Wu Zinuo.

Looking at Wu Zinuo's head that has been lowered since he walked in front of the Sansheng Stone, the light in his eyes fluctuated.

Arnold, I'm about to recover my memory, are you happy?
All along, you have been trying to find your master. If I recover my memory, your master will also come back.

It's just that I don't know what the future will be like, but, Lin Yizhu, won't it be Lin Yizhu in the future?

But if you want me to restore my memory, I will restore it.

As long as you want.

However, after recovering the memory, there is no hope of saying that sentence again...

Laughing self-deprecatingly, then looking at Yanying who was standing next to him, he shook his head.

Originally, from beginning to end, he had no qualifications...

Wu Zinuo's mood at this moment is also mixed.

It's like knocking over a seasoning bottle, with all kinds of flavors.

But why, it is mostly bitter taste.

Say it to yourself again:
Aren't you, from beginning to end, working hard to find Master back?
But, but, the price for finding Master is Lin Yizhu's recovery of memory!
But there's nothing wrong with Lin Yizhu recovering his memory, he's still him, won't he always be him?

Wu Zinuo, what are you struggling with?
But there are still thousands of words in my heart, I can't explain the reluctance, as if she will lose something important if she recovers her memory.

But I don't know what will be the most important thing...

She pursed her lips, thinking of the task that the master asked her to shoulder to shoulder the peace of life of the common people in the world, and also thought of the conversation between the military master and the "apprentice" in the Demon Mountain.

The demon spirit's ambition is already evident. If she doesn't shoulder the burden of defending the world, who will shoulder it?

Gritting his teeth and being cruel, cast spells as they are, such a small matter, what a big deal.

He raised his head, opened and closed his hands in bluff, repeated this cycle several times, and a rose-red light appeared in the palm of his hand.

That is her natal light, natal light, which will appear when anyone starts to practice fairy arts and swordsmanship. As the lowest level of light, it is the color of natal life.

The red light hits the Sansheng Stone, and the Sansheng Stone receives the red light and reflects a beam of milky white light.

The milky white light was like a smooth silk belt, directly tied to Lin Yizhu's head.

A sharp pain enveloped him immediately, as if a small hammer was hitting a hard corner of his head.

I couldn't help covering my head with my hand, the white light rose up, driving Lin Yizhu up.

His toes were off the ground, and in a blink of an eye he was already floating in mid-air.

The three people on the ground were all looking at him, seeing his fluttering white robes, but their expressions were extremely painful.

(End of this chapter)