Qiu Fengying whispered: "Let me think about this again. Although the saint has lost her memory, no one can predict what will happen in the future. Maybe her memory will be restored in a few days." The great elder responded: "
I hope so too." At this moment, Ling Xuejiu, who was lying on the bed, looked at the luminous pearl inlaid at the top of the room with a blank look in her eyes. And in her mind, it was also blank. She didn't want to
She remembered her name, why she was here, and everything that had happened before. In her mind, several faces vaguely appeared, giving her a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. Every time
When she wanted to clear away the fog and see those faces clearly, her brain felt a sharp pain. She turned her head slightly and asked Xiuyu who was standing next to her: "Do you... know who I am?"
Xiuyu said softly: "Your name is Ling Xuejiao. You are the saint of Jiutian Holy Palace and the leader of cultivators in the world."
Ling Xuejiu asked puzzledly: "What is a cultivator?" Xiuyu smiled and said: "A cultivator is someone who goes against the will of heaven and pursues the path to immortality. Moreover, cultivators are very capable and know many advanced spells.
Mountains over the sea, flying with a sword, it's all a matter of course." After saying that, she raised her wrist slightly and pointed at a seat not far away. She just heard the word "qi" softly uttered in her mouth, and that seat
It immediately floated up and hung in mid-air. Ling Xuejiao looked at the seat with a shocked expression and was stunned for a long time. After Xiuyu put down the seat, she said with a smile: "Holy girl, you can actually do it too. Have you forgotten?
Are you there? You are also a cultivator." Ling Xuejiu shook her head lightly and said: "I...can't remember anything." After a pause, she asked: "I want to go back to the capital, you can take me with you.
go?"
"This..." Xiuyu said: "Holy girl, I can't make the decision. But why do you want to go back to the capital?" Ling Xuejiao said with a confused face: "I don't know, I only remember the capital now, maybe in
There, I can find my past." Xiuyu shook her head and said: "Holy girl, as a saint of Jiutian Holy Palace, the Holy Palace is your home. It's better not to go to a worldly place like the capital.
That's good." After a pause, she continued: "You lie down for a while, and I'll bring someone to see you." After saying that, she walked out of the room. Not long after, the door opened and a voice sounded like milk.
An angry voice came: "Big sister, big sister." Immediately afterwards, Xiaobao was seen running quickly to Ling Xuejiu's side with a bulging belly. Ling Xuejiu looked at Xiaobao's plump and cute face
Looking like this, a warm feeling suddenly arose in her heart. However, she could not remember anything in her mind. She said blankly: "Who are you?" Xiaobao said with a smile: "Sister, I am Xiaobao."
Bao, have you forgotten, you gave me my name." After saying that, he used his hands and feet to climb onto the bed. Seeing this, Xiuyu quickly stopped him and said, "Xiao Bao, come down quickly." Ling Xue
Jiu waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. Your name is Xiuyu. You go out first. I want to stay alone for a while." Xiuyu hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll be right outside the door, Saint.
If you have any instructions, just call me."
After she left, Ling Xuejiu sat up from the bed, reached out and pinched Xiaobao's chubby little face, and said with a smile: "Xiaobao, do you know what kind of person your sister was before?"