Chapter 393: Construction, memory of the past

This is not scary. The most terrifying thing is that if the person who casts the mantra wants to remove the soul-catching spell, the only way is to use his own internal force to resolve the spell on the person who receives the mantra. The person who casts the mantra consumes one minute of the internal force

, the mantra on the mantra who receives the mantra will be resolved one point, and the mantra on the mantra who receives the mantra will be completely lifted until the mantra who casts the mantra has exhausted his last breath of true energy.

Moreover, if you want to implement the third level of soul-catching curse, you must have a deep internal strength of hundreds of years of cultivation. Let me ask, how many people in the world can cultivate the internal strength that ordinary people need to practice for a hundred years in just a few decades.

.Another way, how many people are willing to use their hundreds of years of skills to unravel the mantras for others, and the mantras that person has been personally laid!

Only Can Yue, a genius from the Western Regions, could think of such strange and perverted tricks, and who would dare to use them besides him, a madman!

Of course, today there is another "crazy man" who is desperate!

Jin Jubao hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Manzhu's face. He could not have imagined that her thoughts would be so strong. When he wanted to wash away her memories, she could actually use her thoughts to him.

He had to compete with his soul-catching technique, and he had to stay stalemate for a long time. Since he could not wash away her memories, he could only seal all her memories first.

But he also knew that there were mountains outside the mountain and people outside. Although no one could solve the soul-catching curse except his mantra, if he met a master, she could unblock her memory in order to prevent the world from being outside.

The master (such as the master of Shushan) used magic to unblock her memory. He also set up a password barrier when sealing her memory. Even if there are experts to rescue her, as long as he can't say that sentence means her.

If you remember the password, her memory cannot be restored. And the sentence that represents her memory password was also what he thought of temporarily, which was the flower language of the other side of the flower. Yes, as long as someone said the other side of the flower, that is, the Manzhusha Huahua

Flower language—the beauty of death—her memory will be restored.

But then again, who would think that death is a beautiful thing? Who would say the four words "the beauty of death"?

If you ask Jin Jubao what thought he lost to Manzhu and what kind of "memory of the past" he built for Manzhu, the answer will be clear soon!

This time, Jin Jubao did not put Manzhu down again, but gently embraced Manzhu's shoulders, and began to adjust his breathing in that position. He had consumed too much internal energy...

It was noon, and Manzhu finally woke up. She pinched her sour neck, twisted her numb limbs, and suddenly a sound from the top of her head.

"You're awake."

Manzhu was frightened and came over completely awake. When she looked up, Jin Jubao smiled and looked at her with a sophisticated look. Manzhu then realized that she was actually sleeping in a half-sitting position leaning against Jin Jubao's shoulder.

, "Ah", Manzhu screamed, blushed and quickly sat up straight, "Yes... I'm sorry... I... I... I didn't do it on purpose, and I don't know why I... I... I...

…Sorry… Sorry…”

"I said, never say sorry to me! Have you forgotten?"

"Huh?" Manzhu blinked a few times, thought carefully for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly, "It seems you said it."

"What does 'seem to say'? I just said it! Then do you remember when I said this?"

"When? Uh, uh, it seems... I think about it, it seems to be the night before we got married, by the way, I remember it, it was the night before we got married."

"Then do you remember where I said this?"

"Of course I remember, it was on the back mountain of the headquarter."

"Do you remember what I told you at that time?"

"Jubao, what's wrong with you today? Why do you always ask me about that night?"

"I...I'm worried that you have forgotten the vows we have had."

"How could I do!"

"Then you answer me now."

"Okay, okay! Why are you still the same as a child as a child? I always love to ask the whole story! Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'll answer you, you told me at that time that you would not be allowed to follow me in the future.

You said sorry, and you are not allowed to say thank you!" Manzhu muttered, "It's true, it's... strange. I just wanted to say the same as someone, but why can't I remember it to the end when I say something.

Who is it like!"

Jin Jubao quickly changed the topic, "When I was a child? Do you still remember what happened when we were a child? Then do you still remember the first time we met?"

Manzhu burst into laughter and said, "Of course I remember! It's so funny. The first time we met was so funny. Until now, the brothers in the gang are still amusing the scene of our first meeting.

.I remember that day was the first time my dad brought you back to the gang and decided to let you officially become a disciple on that day. That day happened to be the day when my dad agreed to let me get started, because you are older than me, so naturally I will

I asked you to be your senior brother, but I disagree. I insisted that I went to the gang first and older than you, and I am the senior sister, hahaha..."

"Yes, at that time, the master had no choice but to follow you."

"Hehe... I'm so hilarious. At that time, you actually really took care of a little girl who was only four years old as a senior sister. Hahaha... It's so funny! Hey, by the way, how old were you at that time?"

"Ten years old."

"Yes! Yes! Ten years old! Ten years old! Senior sister, senior sister! Hahahaha... It's so funny, so funny..."

"Okay, stop laughing, you'll just be your senior sister for three days."

"You said, you are so bad. Later, I even built a bamboo dragonfly to coax me. I said that as long as I am willing to be a junior sister, I will give me the bamboo dragonfly, which makes me... Alas, why am I so stupid at that time?

, I was actually bribed by a mere bamboo dragonfly. Alas, I have to be under you all my life, ah woo... My senior sister is the throne!"

Jin Jubao looked at Manzhu's radiant face with amusement, and a warm current poured into his chest. He suddenly hoped that everything Manzhu said was true, not the memory he had built to lose to her. This dream was so beautiful.

, He no longer wants to wake up...

"Jubao, Jubao, what's wrong with you? Why did you get distracted just now?"

"No...it's okay."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"I...I'm thinking about what happened when we were kids."
Chapter completed!