Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Mo Yu was stunned.

"Don't get me wrong." Yinlong continued, "I'm just stating a wish, not a price."

He turned around, and the yellow Aluma's sunset fell on his long silver hair, dyeing everything golden.

"Once love becomes a condition of exchange, it loses its meaning." The human-shaped dragon said, "Don't worry, Magician, I'm not interested in you."

Mo Yu felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body. He seemed to be floating to the side and watched Elise transform into a huge dragon again, soar into the sky, and finally disappear into the mountain peak in the center of the island.

But his body silently held the magic book, and used magic to create a wooden house in the woods by the sea.

"Holy shit, I can do this?" Mo Yu looked shocked, "Wait, the more important thing is why my body is moving on its own? Hey, is this really my own body?"

"This is just a memory, a past." A voice that was very similar to his own sounded. Mo Yu looked towards the source of the voice and saw another 'self' soul floating next to him.

"Long time no see. Mo Yu." The soul said, "Do you still remember me?"

All the lost memories came back in an instant, including the sudden death of overtime, Moiu, another world, Leah and Ialion... By the way, they were in a special illusion now.

"No wonder I always feel that something is wrong..." Mo Yu held his forehead, his eyes gradually clearing, "Wait a minute, you are Mo Yiwu, but aren't you dead?"

"Yes." The soul said with a smile, "Moyiwu has passed away, and I am only part of his emotions and personality. Because they are attached to Moyiwu's memory, they are transmitted to you.

You can think of me as part of Moiwu's soul, or, to use a metaphor you can better understand, I am some data remnants of his underlying code entrained in Moiu's memory database. "

"I thought Moiwu only transferred the memory of language and spells to me." Mo Yu complained, "I don't have any other memories!"

"Ah, this may be because of me." The soul smiled sheepishly, "After Moiwu passed on the memory to you, I discovered that memory is not something that can be completely stripped off.

When you think of a person, you think of everything you have experienced with that person. The aroma of the food and wine you have tasted will surround your nose, lips and tongue, and the sunset and sky you have seen will flash before your eyes...

The emotional torrent contained in it is a very private matter for Moiwu, and for you, it is a great mental pollution.

If you are affected by too many memories and emotions belonging to Moiwu, you will gradually become unable to distinguish which emotions belong to you and which belong to Moiwu.

So, I intentionally hid these emotional memories, and facts have proven that you can do pretty well even without these memories. "

"Ah... Actually, I don't want to get involved in Mo Yiwu's privacy at all... It doesn't matter if I don't have memories. I just need the simplest outline of the characters and relationship introduction." Mo Yu waved his hand and said, "So, Mo Yiwu and this What’s the relationship between dragons?”

"It's a long story..." Soul Body said, "Since this is the last obsession He wants to show you, please continue reading as He wishes... However, can you lend me your body temporarily? ? Perhaps from the perspective of a bystander, you can make a more objective choice? "

"Okay." Mo Yu agreed without hesitation. As a game planner, he is not very good at playing such immersive single-player games. It is easier for him to get frustrated due to all kinds of colorful complaints in his mind. Make a show of yourself.

To be honest, he prefers the cunning style of play to the immersive memory experience - this may be why he is good at dealing with cunning players, because he himself was once a cunning player.

Therefore, in Mo Yu's eyes, this memory was quickly accelerated.

He watched Moiwu live in a wooden house on the beach, and the silver dragon would appear on the beach on time every day.

Mo Yu watched them fishing together, drinking together, chatting together, and turned from strangers who were just acquaintances into good friends who talked about everything.

He watched as Moiwu told the silver dragon about his unformed salvation plan, and the silver dragon would teach Moiwu the magic of dragon language.

He watched the two of them go to different places, even different worlds, through the silver dragon's space gate. He watched the magician and the dragon become familiar with each other in adventure after adventure and become the best partners...

Countless scenes flashed before Mo Yu's eyes, and he fully understood Mo Yiwu's reason for not letting him access these memories.

There are indeed too many emotions that are not his own, and even these emotions may not even be understood and tolerated by Moiwu himself. If they are instilled in him in one breath, Mo Yu suspects that he may have a schizophrenia.

Moiwu and the dragon spent seventy years together, which was the time when it was said that the great magician had a falling out with his family and his whereabouts around the continent became a mystery.

In the thirtieth year, Moiwu once left Southern Continent and returned to the Magic Federation. It took several months before he came back again. And this memory is just a short period of time that is quickly skipped in the dragon's fantasy world.