This witch, please stay

Chapter 65

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the young man in white who had been lying in the alley all day slowly opened his eyes.

The soreness came from all over the body, causing Xun Ming to twitch the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and he became sober all of a sudden.

Getting up with some difficulty, Xun Ming subconsciously inspected the small world inside his body. After finding that there was nothing unusual, he was slightly relieved, but also had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

In his memory, he felt like a ghost hit a wall, and encountered something very "bad".

But I just can't remember.

Xun Ming frowned slightly, counting Jiang Sinan's previous one, this was already the second time.

After concentrating on trying his best to remember for a while, Xun Ming vaguely saw a pair of beautiful ice-blue eyes, and then the fragments of that memory were instantly shattered, leaving no trace of it.

Severe pain came from his mind, causing Xun Ming to support his forehead unconsciously, his expression slightly distorted.

Those eyes again?

Although I still don't have much clue about the two disappeared memories, but the pair of ice blue eyes in the dream appeared.

The matter of rushing to Haishanguan has to be put on the agenda.

After the soreness of the whole body, there was a burning pain from the left side of the cheek.

Rubbing his face in confusion, and realizing that it was not his own illusion, Xun Ming took out a white jade mirror frame from the storage ring, a round mirror with glazed mirror, and looked at his left face through the mirror.

Huo, what a big slap mark!Who is so unlucky?
Oh, it's me, it's all right...

Xun Ming's expression suddenly became extremely complicated, isn't it a crime?

The last time I woke up from amnesia, I lost the jade hairpin, a magic weapon. This time it was good, and I got the "five noodles" directly on my face.

The last time I co-authored it was considered bankrupt and disaster relief?
Then Xun Ming saw the twisted dagger at his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Well, the loss of money does not eliminate the disaster, right...

That dagger is also a low-level magic weapon.

Xun Ming just bent over with some heartache to put away the dagger that was already out of shape, thinking that the material could be remelted and returned to its original value a little bit, but he accidentally glanced at the wall of the alley, and was stunned for a while. in place.

One after another, eye-catching sword marks covered every inch of the wall in the alley, almost eroding away the original white paint on the wall.

What happened?

Confused and shocked at the same time, Xun Ming immediately began to find the "thread" of amnesia in his memory.

From the small arch bridge to home, to the eaves, to this alley, to...

The memory disappeared after he propped up against the wall in the alley and wept.

After retrieving the remaining memories several times, but still not finding any clues, Xun Ming twisted the corner of his mouth helplessly, then turned and walked out of the alley.

But when he turned around like this, he froze in place again, his black eyes widening.

Outside the alley, there was nothing but a distant blue sky, in which two white clouds floated slowly.

What about a small town my size? !
Is it the way I opened it wrong?
Xun Ming turned his head suspiciously to the depths of the alley, where there was a wall also covered with sword marks.

After pausing for a moment, he suddenly turned his head, but the alley was still covered with blue sky and white clouds.

The only difference is that the two white clouds are separated a little due to the difference in flying speed.

See the hell!

Then, Xun Ming saw a pitch-black crack slowly opening from the entrance of the alley, but after a pause, there was a suction force that was neither light nor heavy, as if there was an invisible The little hand gently pulled him, motioning him to enter the crack.

Xun Ming was confused by this abnormal crack for a while.

When you wake up, the attitude of this crack is so good?
After thinking about it for a while, I felt that I didn't have much reason to stay in this small town where only sadness was left. After laughing at himself, Xun Ming walked unhurriedly into the dark road. Among the cracks.

It's just that in the process of walking, he quietly took out two small stacks of talismans from the storage ring and hid them in his sleeves.

……

After everyone entered the dark crack, thousands of small worlds shattered and disappeared forever in the world.

In the gazebo where the little loach stayed before, there was a big man with a burly figure and bulging muscles, but he was sitting alone in a blue Confucian shirt, and his black hair turned into white hair at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The big man who was a middle-aged man before turned into a twilight old man almost instantly.

The old man lowered his brows and murmured "That's it" as if he was relieved, and then half-closed his cloudy eyes, as if he was asleep.

Thousands of small worlds are the evolution of the old man alone.

The warmth and coldness of human relationships and the hot and cold world are all deduced and presented in his eyes.

It is not only observing the Tao, but also observing oneself.

But after so many years, he still hasn't figured out the mystery that has never been solved.

But the matter has come to this point, and he also feels that he has seen enough and doesn't want to watch any more.

That's it.

so be it.

Why did Little Loach enter this secret realm at this time, both of them "father and daughter" knew it well.

Lonely ghost, the last time.

……

Turn around.

When the dizziness gradually dissipated, the world in front of me regained its clarity.

Jiang Sinan had already appeared in a small courtyard out of thin air.

A slender figure was wrapped in black and was lazily lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun.

Originally, Jiang Sinan, who was still a little irritable because of Jia Xianren's separation, was a little unconcerned at first when he saw the black-clothed figure on the bamboo chair, but the next moment his eyes widened suddenly, and he was firmly nailed to that figure. on the legs.

Outlined by the tight-fitting black clothes, a pair of long, slightly foul-looking legs stretched out from the bamboo chair with clear curves.

……

Beside a lava lake with magma surging like waves, figures in disheveled clothes slowly emerged.

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In a room of a restaurant on the side of the street, several female figures suddenly appeared, still maintaining their original posture, sitting and standing up and down.

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In a school with childish recitations reverberating, one figure after another suddenly appeared on the ground.

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In a secluded and elegant courtyard, a little loach was crying so hard that it stopped crying, and it took a long time before it asked, "Mother, can't you like my dad?" , As soon as the voice fell, she couldn't stop her tears, crying loudly.

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In a long river of time, Xun Ming paused and stood firm.

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(PS: I can’t get a recommendation because there are too few follow-up readings. I beg everyone to follow-up. I am very grateful to spend a few seconds scrolling to the last page without reading the book. Save the child!)
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