Before he could finish all his words, a straight red thread was pulled on Xie Mao Mao's head.
"boom."
The air waves rolled, and the sleeping monster disappeared in the pavilion.
"Master, master?"
He was suspended in the void, facing the direction of the Immortal Tomb.
Not daring to resist at all, he bent over and knelt down obediently, letting the red thread enter his body.
"I see."
His eyes are bright.
The lost memories in his mind gave him insight into Suning's true identity at the last moment.
The fleeting realization is like a nightmare.
...
In Xiao Minghe's bedroom, the girl who insists on writing a diary every day is sitting at the desk.
The tip of the pen rubs against the paper, making a small swishing sound.
She writes quickly and very seriously.
Delicate cheeks and swaying ponytail.
Under the illumination of the desk lamp, there was a deep hidden love in his eyes that were like a pool of spring water.
"March 31st, sunny."
"When I woke up in the morning, my parents had a fight. The reason was that my father drank a lot last night and vomited, and the room was terrible."
"My mother is mysophobic and can't stand my father's sloppiness."
"I stepped forward to give some advice and told Uncle Cat to support my mother."
"Dad is the head of the Xiao family. He is not afraid of anyone, but the one he fears most is Uncle Cat."
"Hey, they say that my daughter was my father's lover in his previous life, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but I don't think so."
"Well, there is a classmate in the class named Wu Jun, sitting behind me."
"He is very tall and handsome."
"Humorous and witty, with top-notch grades."
"The most important thing is that his eyes look similar to Suning's."
"For a moment, I mistakenly thought he was Suning."
"Unfortunately, he is Wu Jun."
"He is not Suning, not the Suning I like."
After writing this, the girl stopped writing slightly.
She bit her lower lip sadly and choked slightly.
Then, she continued to write: "He will never contact me again, WeChat, QQ, phone, text message."
"I've been waiting for a long, long time."
"He has a wife and will have children with her."
"They will be very happy."
"And me, all I can do is watch his happiness from a distance."
"Suning, you must be happy."
"As I once said to you, isn't it a kind of happiness to be able to see the people you like happy?"
"But can you please don't forget me, forget me as the squad leader?"
Putting down the pen, closing the diary, she took out a wine-filled chocolate from the drawer.
An expired chocolate was given to her during the first half of his senior year in high school.
She was reluctant to eat it and held it tenderly in her hands, with tears streaming down her face.
"Click."
The desk was torn into pieces and flames rose.
Xiao Minghe was about to stand up, but her eyelids drooped uncontrollably.
"Suning."
She shouted with a smile, leaned back on the chair and fell asleep.
That night, countless red threads fell on the land of China.
That night, everyone who was causally involved with Suning had their memories erased.
This night, it was clear that the wind and waves were calm, but instead there were huge waves.
Fang Wenxuan, Su Tongyuan, and Wang Changhou are a family of three.
Jiang Yuezhong, Hongyu, Ye Qianshan...
Suning's figure suddenly appeared in the dreams of countless people.
As quickly as it came, it left quickly.
Even the ninth elder Luo Wanli of Kunlun, who was thousands of miles away at the foot of Tianlan Mountain and was willing to work as a herb collector, could not escape this disaster.
And the only person who is not affected by cause and effect is Tantai Jinse who is in charge of Ziwei Palace.
She looked coldly at the red line in the sky, her whole body bathed in holy white light.
