Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 313 Fragments of Backtracking

"I made up my mind a long time ago. I want to know what happened above the void." I want to know more about him... Is there anything wrong? It is meaningless to go to the original forest now. On Kyoko...

Maybe it's because he didn't dare to look directly, for fear of seeing his... bones.

Kyoko bit his lip, then sighed.

The beautifully shaped white tooth blade floated in the air, Ye Shurong found that Xuzi's eyes gradually turned golden, light and magnificent golden, just like what he saw when he opened his eyes when he accepted the inheritance.

The ethereal singing, the ancient sacrificial sounds, and the chaotic sounds of killing on the battlefield merged together, and Ye Shurong's consciousness was drawn into a sea of ​​stars, filled with gray, white, or brilliantly colored fragments.

A pair of pure white and graceful hands stretched out towards the sea of ​​stars, and the slightly transparent palms held up dots of starlight, which was extremely gorgeous, and the picture seemed a little weird.

"Master, take them, you will know everything..."

Ye Shurong reflexively stretched out his hands to take them, they were extremely light, they seemed to have no weight or texture, they instantly penetrated into Ye Shurong's eyebrows and merged into his body.

Red, bright red, Ye Shurong felt burning, sadness, and anger...

Is this an empty memory?But I can't see it at all...

It seemed that she had heard her heartfelt voice, and images appeared around her in an instant, a little blurry, but still able to get a rough idea.

The black sand filled the air, the wind howled, and the long chestnut hair was blown by the wind, making it a bit messy.

The girl's eyes were full of hatred and anger, but her beautiful face was full of tears, blood, sharp knives... memories that Ye Shurong didn't want to recall.

Blood dripped from his wound, along the blade, staining the totem on the handle red.

The picture began to disappear again, and the bright red blood turned into flames, burning until it fell into darkness, giving birth to some unknown change.

Is this what happened to the void... Mo Jiu's blood...

Ye Shurong's hand is very cold, once she was stabbed so hard, the organization was her enemy, but he saved her more than once...

The picture appeared again, but at the moment it was very strange.

In the ancient sacrificial hall, she saw a girl who looked exactly like herself, knelt on one knee, stretched out her hands, and took the tooth blade from the hand of a stalwart man shrouded in fog.

"Shu Rong, since you can get its approval, then you are the most well-deserved heir of the Sikong family."

The girl took the knife with treasure and determination...

Whose memory is this about?Why is she so familiar without the slightest impression?
Ye Shurong didn't dare to move, afraid of missing any part.

Ye Shurong could only vaguely see a few pictures of the misty and majestic castles in the clouds, and the battlefield full of flames, and then jumped over, frowning tightly.

Finally fast forward and the faulty picture finally slowed down and returned to normal, Ye Shurong suddenly found that the picture was instantly clear, it was a sea of ​​white platycodon flowers, the petals were flying and spinning in the air like snow, pure and beautiful, with a touch of tenderness.

Ye Shurong suddenly thought of the sea of ​​flowers that Elvis Dracula took her to see when she was Della, and the white dress as soft as the petals of platycodon flower...

There's a reason for Duke Dracula's inexplicable madness towards her...?
It has nothing to do with her for any reason, the price of imprisoning her will be recovered by herself one day.

When Ye Shurong looked at it again, the picture appeared.

Suddenly, her face turned red, and the two people in the sea of ​​white platycodon flowers were kissing, the silver hair and the chestnut hair were entangled, it seemed that it was a promise from life to life, and no one could break free.

If it wasn't for the lack of this fragment in his memory, Ye Shurong would really think that this was himself and Mo Jiu... Cough, it's a strange feeling that he would have the illusion that it belonged to her memory.

The silver-haired man suddenly turned his head, and Ye Shurong had the feeling of staring at him through time and space.

Before she had time to think about why she felt that the other party was very familiar, she felt a faint scorching heat, as if she wanted to strip away the memory she had just acquired...

(End of this chapter)