"Is the Forgetting Water more powerful than Po Meng's soup?" It carefully broke away, and finally Yuna's grip relaxed a little, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
"I've never compared this!" Who would have thought of making such a boring comparison? She rolled her eyes at the stupid cat.
"The water of forgetfulness is only effective if it is drunk by a living person, and Mrs. Meng's soup is the water under the Naihe Bridge. It is used for the souls of the dead to wash their memories. It seems that it will have no effect on living people."
It stopped talking and found a suitable position comfortably in her arms. It closed its eyes and for a while, a slight snore could be heard.
I'm really tired.[
Yuna gently carried it to the bedside. Although she was a little reluctant, she still gently put it down and saw that its body was curled up in a ball, as if it was having a sweet dream.
"It is destined to be my cat, a cat that belongs to a witch." A firm tone and a firm voice.
Yanlang didn't seem to care about this, he just stared at the girl in the crystal coffin. The things around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"I want Ati!" She had repeated it several times, and the stinky wolf didn't seem to hear it. She grabbed his body tightly and shook it violently.
"Help me wake her up." He stroked the girl's face in the crystal coffin, as if he could really touch it.
"Okay, I'll help you ask her if she wants to wake up." She surrendered.
"What? What did you say?" His expression was distorted by uncontrollable ecstasy. Is it true? Is there really a chance that his long-cherished wish will come true? "Can you communicate with her?" He was a little doubtful.
"I went back yesterday to look up the magic book and found the solution." She felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look into his eyes and secretly stuck out her tongue.
"Then please contact me quickly."
"I can't guarantee that she will be willing to wake up." If she doesn't want to, she can't force her.