His body fell to one side, his white lips parted slightly, and he gasped for breath.

    After a little breath, Nan Zhou not only lost his memory, but intensified, and once again tore all the contents of the first two chapters together.

    Li Yinhang: "..." Is this forcibly inducing vomiting for the storybook?

    She even made up the picture of Nan Zhou poking the little tongue of the storybook with a stick.

    …it made her feel less nervous.

    This shock is no small matter for Nanzhou.

    He sat directly on the ground, biting his lips white.

    Li Yinhang didn't know what he could do, just crouched beside him worriedly.

    I felt a little grievance listening to the ending, and Li Yinhang's heart melted.

    Seeing his repeated experiments, Li Yinhang seemed to understand something while feeling distressed.

    She squatted beside Nan Zhou and hugged her book tightly: "What do you want to verify, tell me. I'll tear mine."

    Nan Zhou raised his head, and there was a thin, weak red around his eyes.

    He returned the book to Li Yinhang, his eyes and tone were still cold and indifferent: "My feeling is stronger than yours. It is more accurate to count the time."

    Li Yinhang: "Tear off someone else's, and then count the time for it to return to normal, isn't it okay?"

    Nan Zhou: "I also want to assess the impact on the body."

    Speaking, he opened the book in his hand again.