The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 800 Unfamiliar Memories

Hearing this, Jun Moli looked down at Fenghuang and withdrew his hand unwillingly.

For the first time, she felt helpless, facing death, she could do nothing.

Frowning slightly, just when Jun Moli felt helpless, some broken and messy pictures flashed through his mind.

In the picture, countless corpses are lying in a forest, and a woman wearing a mask is full of blood, controlling their life and death.

The woman's right hand flicked across quickly, and the screen suddenly burst open, and there was no trace of it anymore.

The picture that suddenly appeared in his mind made Jun Moli feel very uncomfortable.

She wanted to see more, but her brain was aching.

Raising his hands to hold his head, Jun Moli's eyes quickly flashed a trace of doubt: "What are those pictures?
"What?" Fenghuang turned his head to look at her, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Mother, did you remember something?"

Hearing Fenghuang's words, Ruan Zhu frowned slightly.

The last thing he wanted to see happened!
On the side, Mo Ran saw her in pain, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes.

But he knew that this was what Jun Moli had to go through to recover his memory.

Slowly closing her eyes, Mo Ran tried to communicate with Jun Moli with her spiritual knowledge, and found that her spiritual knowledge had been opened up again.

"Xiao Li'er, do you still remember me?"

Opening his eyes, Mo Ran communicated with Jun Moli through spiritual knowledge.

Jun Moli was slightly taken aback, feeling that the voice was very familiar, subconsciously raised his head to look at Mo Ran.

Ruan Zhu saw her with this look.

He looked at Jun Moli quietly, without saying a word.

Under the big tree, as soon as Jun Moli's thoughts moved, her heartfelt voice was conveyed to Mo Ran through her spiritual consciousness: "Aren't you Xiaofengfeng's father, I naturally recognize you."

Finding that he would communicate like this, Jun Moli was slightly taken aback, somewhat astonished.

But soon, she discovered that she seemed to have used this method of communication before.

As Jun Moli's spiritual consciousness was opened up again, all her mental activities were captured by Mo Ran without omission.

Finding that she had some faint impressions of the past, Mo Ran immediately responded: "Before you lost your memory, this is how we communicated."

"Before amnesia?"

Frowning slightly, Jun Moli looked at him without blinking.

The corners of Mo Ran's mouth slightly raised, and he nodded.

He used his spiritual power to share his memory with Jun Moli through his spiritual knowledge.

Then, in Jun Moli's mind, a series of familiar but unfamiliar pictures immediately appeared.

——In a strange room, the man with purple pupils gently raised her chin: "Remember, this seat will be your only man—Moran!"

By the holy spring pool, the man looked jealous: "It seems that your indifference is just to fight for this seat."

"Don't be polite to me, I will give you half of the bed." The man lay on his side on the bed, and patted the bed next to him with the other hand: "Xiao Li'er, come here and sleep next to me." .”

In one picture after another, the man's appearance is very clear, especially those coquettish purple eyes, which are particularly bright.

She raised her hand to cover her head, frowning in pain.

Mo Ran couldn't bear to see her in such pain, so she no longer forcibly shared her memories with her.

However, the picture in Jun Moli's mind did not end with his actions.

The picture in my mind changed instantly, and changed to a scene of bloody killing.

(End of this chapter)