Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Grandpa didn't mention it, and Xia Qingluo naturally wouldn't mention it again, so the grandparents and grandchildren happily entered the house. At this time, Grandma had already made lunch.

The matter passed like this.

Xia Qingluo had a leisurely life here. After lunch, she didn't plan to go out, so she took a nap. Halfway through her sleep, she received a call from Du Xiaodu.

The two chatted for a while and talked about some school and classmates. Then Du Xiaodu said to AI Qi, "Qingluo, I saw a figure in the street yesterday. I felt I had seen him in my dream."

"I've seen him in my dream, man or woman?" Xia Qingluo asked curiously.

"It's a young man, not a man. It's a little like a teenager. He's tall. I only see his back."

"God, do you know what he looks like?"

Du Xiaodu at the other end of the phone shook his head, "I don't know, because he has been walking forward, I can't call him."

"How does the man you met in your dream look? Is he handsome?"

"Very handsome, I remember what I told you." Du Xiaodu blurted out,

"Are you kidding, Dudu? You never told me about it."

"Didn't you really say that? I seem to have told you?" Du Xiaodu scratched his hair in distress. "Qingluo, I don't know why. It's a bit like Alzheimer's disease. It seems that I've forgotten a lot of things."

Xia Qingluo was surprised. How did Du Xiaodu feel like this?

She asked tentatively, "Alzheimer's disease, no, do you know what you've forgotten?"

With that, Xia Qingluo felt that she had said a nonsense.

It's said that if you forget, how do you know what you've forgotten.

Unexpectedly, Du Xiaodu didn't hear it. Maybe he was thinking about his own mind.

"Yes, I just told you that I saw the boy in the street. I didn't necessarily see him in my dream. I seem to have really seen him. There seem to be some things between us, but I really can't remember at all." Du Xiaodu said with some confusion.

Xia Qingluo thought to herself, what's going on? There seems to be something wrong with the whole city.

The empty hands were tightly clenched together. Xia Qingluo wondered why there was a feeling in her heart that the memory of the whole city was erased by an immortal.

This idea came out coldly. Unexpectedly, it startled Xia Qingluo.

God, this idea is crazy, terrible!

Which immortal can have such ability?

It's impossible.

People who write novels dare not write like that.

Then Xia Qingluo overturned her mind.

Why not?

If the gods of that world really come here, maybe they can do it.

Xia Qingluo didn't dare to think any more. She thought about some things carefully and was afraid.

Xia Qingluo said slowly, "Dudu, you may be tired of helping your family's business recently. Why don't you come to me for a few days."

Du Xiaodu shook his head, "not for the time being. I'm in charge of the cashier. I can't leave it for the time being."

"You little financial fan, call me when you have time, and I'll pick you up."

"OK, but you must come to pick me up." Du Xiaodu told me uneasily.

"OK, let's do it first. We'll call you if there's anything. Bye..."

"Bye..."

Du Xiaodu at the other end of the phone turned off the call, and Xia Qingluo also put down her mobile phone. She looked at the black screen and suddenly remembered the black black black hole in the vegetable cellar.