After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 296 Help Me Recover My Memory
She knew that Ling Jingyu was also a reborn person.

It used to be speculation, but now it is finally certain.

He was the mysterious man she had forgotten.

"Master, I want to restore the memory about him." Mo Yunzhao said very respectfully, not as before.

The old monk looked at her, "No, this is..."

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "Old bald donkey, do you want to burn down the temple again?"

"That's right, what I want is this kind of attitude. With your kind of attitude, I can satisfy you with anything." The old monk raised his hand to touch Wuqing's eyes, and bared his teeth in pain.

Mo Yunzhao: "..."

Feelings, this old monk, is still a masochist.

"Come on, this old monk will show you whether your memory is damaged, whether it is a punishment from God or man-made."

Mo Yunzhao sat down on the steps at the door.

The old monk came up behind her and put his hand over her head.

"Tell me about the people who came to see me every year. If they were as domineering as City Master Mo, I would have vomited quickly, but none of them dared to do this. They were all respectful. I would do whatever I said."

"Oh, I'm so worried about this old monk."

"Master Mo, don't look at me, I'm actually only 35."

Mo Yunzhao twitched his lips, "Old monk, what do you see?"

35?
95 is about the same.

The old monk stretched out his hand in front of her, "Did City Master Mo see anything?"

As for an old man, the skin already has age spots, but the skin is not loose at all. Compared with ordinary people, the skin is tighter.

Mo Yunzhao silently took out a handful of bank notes and stuffed them directly into his hand, "It's a bit tight."

The old monk happily took the money, and then took it back.

"I see, I can't help it."

Mo Yunzhao happily took out another handful of banknotes.

The old monk reached out to take it.

Mo Yunzhao withdrew his hand again, "I'll only get the money after I've said it."

The old monk raised his hand and touched his shiny head, "I really can't help it, your memory is man-made, it's a memory about him that was extracted, and it can never be recovered."

"Really?" Mo Yunzhao drew out more bank notes and waved them in front of him.

The old monk's eyes lit up, and he touched his bald head again, "According to my experience, this memory is for you to extract from the person who went back against the sky. The memory is with him. If he is willing to let go, he will definitely There is a possibility of recovery, that is..."

Having said that, he stopped talking.

Mo Yunzhao took out another bank note, "What is it?"

"He will suffer more punishment from heaven, and his life will be shortened. Besides, it's not a pleasant memory. City Lord Mo should let it go."

Mo Yunzhao closed his eyes, feeling that the old monk was about to grab the banknote, so he immediately withdrew it.

"No, I have to remember."

The old monk spread his hands helplessly, "That's his life. Besides, as long as you really like him, it will only be better if you don't have that memory. If you don't remember it at this time, you can better distinguish what he is like." A feeling."

Mo Yunzhao looked at him, "Is there no other way?"

The old monk just stared at her banknote, and gritted his teeth in pain, "I can't help it, but Mocheng mainly needs to find the old monk's ancestor, maybe there is a way."

"I see." Mo Yunzhao felt that there was no need to ask again.

Now, she just wants to see Ling Jingyu.

(End of this chapter)