The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Chapter 193 Whose memory is it?

Fozi took out the fragments in her hand and put them back into the box: "Did you remember me?"

"Xuan Jin?" she asked tentatively. Although they looked different, they both liked to wear red clothes and had similar ungrateful looks.

Fozi raised his eyebrows: "Who is Xuan Jin, your sweetheart?"

……

His character is more like this.

Just when Chu Jinsui was speechless and almost confirmed that they were the same person.

"Junjue, my name." Buddha closed the box.

The name he spoke was extremely unfamiliar, and Chu Jinsui was absolutely certain that she had never known such a person.

Jun Jue reminded again: "You forgot, I just said that I helped you carry a heavy box."

Chu Jinsui's pupils shrank: "You...you are the young man in the secret realm."

A young man who was beaten on the street in a secret realm, almost drank poison by a ghost wandering in the fantasy realm, and was saved by her casual words.

She said he was a servant of the dowry and asked him to carry the dowry, so she took him away.

The young man's face seemed to appear in front of him again.

She raised her head, completely unable to connect the young man's thin and pale face with the gentle, indifferent face of the person in front of her, so beautiful that she couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

"How is it possible..." she murmured, "The people there are obviously ghosts, unable to be reincarnated, and cannot even seize their bodies."

She scanned him from top to bottom, and there was no ghost at all. He was alive and standing here.

how could be?

And the time didn't match up. She had heard of Buddha's reputation very early on.

How could he enter after so many years...

wrong!

Chu Jinsui was startled: "That's a secret realm."

Jun Jue smiled and nodded, echoing her words one by one: "It's a secret realm."

"That is a secret realm created by human memory."

"It is a secret realm created by memory." She affirmed: "Everything is an illusion, whether it is the villagers or the ghost king."

Jun Jue nodded: "It is indeed an illusion."

Chu Jinsui finally asked: "So, whose memory is it?"

Preconceptions came first. When she first saw Ji Hengzhou in the secret realm, she regarded it as his memory.

But that's just what she thought.

So, whose memories are those?

Who created such a small world?

Who prevented the ghost from being reincarnated and recalling everything in his life?
She originally even viewed that experience as a crucial clue.

She thought that the answer to this clue might help her unlock the secrets of Wanle Sect and Ji Hengzhou, and get rid of the shadow of the previous ten years.

But now she has to admit that her guess was probably wrong from the beginning.

Jun Jue closed the lid of the box and pushed back the brocade box containing the mirror with a smile: "What do you think?"

Chu Jinsui tightened his grip on the box and held his wrist that was about to retract: "I don't know, Buddha, can you give me some advice?"

"In this vast world, what is reality and what is illusion." Jun Jue shook his head, "How can you and I know?"

Chu Jinsui almost cursed.

He's literally farting.

He obviously knew it, but he just didn't tell her.

Jun Jue seemed to read what she was thinking from her face. He was not angry, but his smile deepened a bit, as if making her angry was quite interesting.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the wrist she grabbed: "True is also false, false is also true, true is false, false is true."

At this time, he pretended to be a monk in a serious manner: "Girl, please don't touch me. The poor monk practices the lotus path and is not allowed to have sex with women."

At this time, Chu Jinsui finally understood why Fang Qingya and Chengfeng hated those elegant textbooks so much.

She let go of her hand and said, "I am a child of the mortal world, and my horizons are too short. I ask the Buddha to explain clearly."

As if he was deliberately going against her, Jun Jue smiled enigmatically: "It can't be said."

(End of this chapter)