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Chapter 769 Tang Shao, continue the engagement (6)

Tang Qihuan blushed, but he quickly covered it up.

He pulled Tangxi aside and sat down.

Tangxi asked curiously: "How can you retain your memory?"

"I don't know." Tang Qihuan smiled and shook his head with a very calm attitude.

"I don't know?" Tangxi had two big question marks on his head.

"Yeah." Tang Qihuan nodded: "When I ran out of life and fell, I came here when I opened my eyes again. From the beginning of a baby until now, the memory has always stayed in my mind."

Tangxi stroked her chin, feeling a little dazed.

So what's going on?
Did he change places with the fragments?Or memory sharing?

The nature of the two is completely different.

Maybe you should ask Sansheng.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

San Sheng flapped his little wings and flew in: [Tangtang Tangtang, here I come! 】

The next moment, she slammed on the brakes in mid-air and stared blankly at Tang Qihuan.

This familiar breath...

Tang Qihuan was also looking at her with shock in his eyes.

Isn't this little thing the pendant elf next to Ancient God Qingxiao that he saw in his dream!

Why is she here? !

One person and one elf, with big eyes and small eyes, the air fell into a strange silence.

Tangxi:! ! !
She looked at Sansheng, then at Tang Qihuan, and she was blown up.

"Qihuan, can you see her?" She asked in disbelief.

Tang Qihuan frowned, hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Yes, is her name Sansheng?"

The name is also correct.

Tangxi and Sansheng looked at each other in blank dismay.

The next moment, San Sheng reacted suddenly, and shot out like an arrow, piercing the back of Tangxi's head, grabbing Tangxi's ponytail, and sneakily aimed at Tang Qihuan.

The little heart was jumping happily, and there was another feeling of sadness, which was very contradictory. I had never experienced this kind of flustered Sansheng, so I could only face it with an evasive attitude.

Tang Qihuan's eyes moved to the back of Tangxi's head, watching Sansheng's big black eyes, secretly looking at him like a thief.

That little one is so cute.

Tang Qihuan couldn't help laughing: "She's very cute."

Tangxi smirked: "Well, it's quite cute. So..."

She tilted her head, "How do you know her existence and her name? Don't tell me you guessed it."

Tang Qihuan raised his eyebrows.

That world has passed, and it doesn't matter what those dreams say.

He pondered for a moment, then told the truth.

"When I was at Luoxing Peak, I once had a dream. In the dream, there was a man in a blue shirt, and beside him, there was always an elf who was San Sheng."

Tangxi's heart suddenly twitched for no reason, and she looked at Sansheng subconsciously.

But she saw her wrinkled face, her big eyes were blank, and she was still muttering.

[Blue shirt... little elf...]

She frowned, as if she was thinking, with a look of pain, tears rolling in her eyes, as if she could cry at any time.The red tip of the small nose is very pitiful.

"Sansheng, don't even think about it!" Tangxi hurriedly stopped him.

San Sheng stopped thinking, the expression on his face really looked much better, but he still looked like he was about to cry or not.

She suddenly threw herself into Tangxi's arms and burst into tears: [Tangtang, I don't know why, Sansheng is so sad, I want to cry, Tangtang, what happened to Sansheng?Sansheng is so uncomfortable! 】

Tang Qihuan did not expect this turn of events.

He couldn't help frowning, and a worried expression suddenly surfaced: "What's wrong with her? Did I offend her by what I said just now?"

Tangxi's eyes instantly turned blood red, and her fingertips touched San Sheng's body.

Before she could even react, she fell asleep.

Wusheng sighed, and cast Tang Qihuan a helpless look.

Tang Qihuan's eyes lit up, "Tangtang, your bloody eyes really look better the more you look at them."

Wu Sheng: ...

She didn't like this rainbow fart very much. After all, during the 300 years in the Demon Race, he praised his blood eyes so much that she was numb.

She rubbed the center of her brows with some headaches, as if she was asking him, but also as if she was talking to herself: "Why are your memories shared in this plane?"

With Wu Sheng's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this was a piece of new soul fragment.

After all, she had already hidden the piece of magic-tainted fragments in a place where no one could find them.

So it can only be memory sharing.

But before so many planes came over, there was no such thing as memory sharing, so why did it suddenly appear this time.

Could it be that it was really because of the shards of the spirit that she had kept privately?
But no matter what, that fragment cannot be handed over.

The devilish energy that was stained on that fragment came from her inanimate body, and it is the purest devilish energy in the world, which is only found in the devil world.

The demonic energy of the small plane is simply not capable of contaminating a fragment of the ancient god's soul.

If the fragment of the soul is returned to the fairy world, they will be able to spot the clue at a glance.

With their shrewdness, how could they fail to guess her.

At that time, I'm afraid they will startle the snake.

This is not the desired result.

But if the memory sharing caused by this privately stored fragment...would it have any major impact on the memory?
Wu Sheng frowned, always feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Tangtang, what are you thinking?" Tang Qihuan approached unconsciously, and hugged her habitually. The two-meter-eight-meter-high Mozun lord nestled in his arms, feeling like a little bird clinging to her. .

"I was thinking about why you have the memory of the last plane." Wu Sheng felt his movement and didn't break away.

Like him, she is also used to being held by her like this.

In 300 years, some habits are difficult to quit once they are formed.

Tang Qihuan blinked innocently: "I don't know, but I always feel that it has something to do with that dream."

Dream?
Wusheng recalled the dream he had just mentioned.

A man in a green shirt is always accompanied by three lives.

Who is that Ancient God Qingxiao?

This is his true self.

But Tang Qihuan would not understand now.

Even she half understood.

Maybe this is what Li Cang left behind for him back then?

This may help his resurrection.

It's a good thing.

It is also his own meaning.

Since it was his intention, she would not stop her.

Wusheng raised his eyes and looked at Tang Qihuan tenderly, with a strong smile in his eyes.

"Don't think about it. You can't figure it out anyway. Now that you have nothing to do, why don't you tell me about your dream in detail."

"Okay." Tang Qihuan was naturally happy.

Wusheng found a soft thing to put on the table, and placed Sansheng on it to make her sleep more comfortably.

She herself held her chin, listening to him with relish, his dream.

At first I thought it was just some simple dream without any important information.

But the more she listened, her expression slowly changed.

She actually heard the scene when they first met.

During the snowy winter, she was nestled in a corner and was about to freeze to death, but was rescued by Li Cang passing by with a "jelly bean".

(End of this chapter)