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The room suddenly fell silent.

But Wu Haoxuan's ferocious laughter seemed to still be echoing in his ears, and Bai Hua's head was buzzing.

He frowned, lowered his hand covering the wound, lowered his head to look at the bloody wound on his shoulder with half-closed eyes.

The entire arm was chopped off at shoulder length.

It hurts, of course it hurts.

The ten fingers are still connected to the heart, not to mention cutting off a whole arm.

He didn't use any mana to restrain the pain.

No amount of pain could match the pain in his heart when he heard the truth.

Compared with the pain from the injury on the shoulder, the sharp pain in the heart that was pierced by a sharp knife swept through the whole body in an instant, it was like dripping into the sea, and there was no pain at all.

Such a good A Chuan, Ming Chuan who would softly call him A Hua with bright eyes blinking, would be fooled by this scumbag to look for him in reincarnation?

In the cycle of life and death again and again, after drinking Meng Po soup, her soul became muddled, but she still searched for Ahua's trace in the cycle without hesitation.

Bai Baihua stretched out his other intact hand, and tapped heavily on his forehead.

Wu Haoxuan is a scum, he used sweet words to coax the inexperienced He Mingchuan to leave, and at the same time seduced the original owner Bai Hua with his affectionate style.

But the original owner is still confused.

Using an arm of the original owner's body, came to end the confused feelings caused by the original owner.

If there is no rejection, it is the default.

The original owner and Wu Haoxuan signed a marriage letter. Although they didn't go to the last step to stamp each other's official seals, they gave Wu Haoxuan hope and fantasy time and time again, so that they personally wiped out the relationship between Achuan and the original owner time and time again. Chance.

For thousands of years, the original owner has never even doubted the true face of this righteous gentleman of Xinde who is dressed in a gentleman's skin, nor has he been alerted by the faint smell of birch leaves that lingers on him.

He was so bewildered and staring at each other, but Achuan went through the cycle of life and death without end.

So, his heart aches!

I can't wait to gouge out my own heart!

After Wu Haoxuan disappeared, that strong smell also gradually dissipated.

After the smell of birch leaves faded, the missing memories flooded into the gaps in the memory like a tide.

Bai Baihua stood where she was, enduring the memory fragments lost in the psychedelic drug.

It turned out that he was the original owner, and the original owner was also him.

All the tenderness and joy in his memory are directed at this man named He Mingchuan, and all his heart is moved for him.

When he lost Achuan, he lost his memory and the whole world.

Without Achuan, he would never fall in love with anyone again.

Without Ah Chuan, his heart would never be soft again.

Even if Wu Haoxuan tried his best, he would not fall in love with this gentle-looking crow spirit.

The marriage contract signed by the original owner and Wu Haoxuan was just to repay him for risking his life to resist his own thunder disaster.

Now, with his memory restored, he finally raised his sword and put an end to this dark history.

He didn't want his Ah Chuan to know that he had a fiancé.

Bai Tianhua's eyes fell on the mess on the ground, scattered paper pieces, sprayed blood, and his severed limbs with moon white sleeves were scattered on the ground indiscriminately.

This is Wu Haoxuan's place, not his.

He opened the five fingers of the other hand, and then closed them in an instant.

All the dirt on the ground is gone.

With a flick of his hand, he himself disappeared in a golden light.

Only the cup of cold tea on the table was left.

The account in Zhengjun's mansion was clearly calculated, but no one knew about it except the person concerned.

The giant spirit officer guarding the gate of the shrine is still talking about some details about the relationship between Zhengjun Xinde and the chief minister in a low voice, trying to guess the relationship between the two of them from these details.

But I don't know how long the chief minister stayed in Zhengjun's mansion and what happened.

It's just a premonition that their relationship will soon become a good story in the two worlds of gods and demons. At that time, what kind of prosperous wedding will be held between heaven and earth to match this good story.

But at this time, He Mingchuan, who came back to life, was blessed by misfortune. He was carrying his own luggage, standing straight at the door of a graduate student apartment, staring at the clean and tidy room with one bedroom and one living room in a daze.

After he woke up from the emergency room, he did not forget the experience of becoming a soul body.

The original owner is dead, and he is the one who lives now.

The pale-faced Hei Wu used a soul chain to lock him up, and when he was about to be dragged away, a sir with a long tail rescued him and sent him back to life.

It's just that he didn't remember the face of the savior, and he didn't dare to ask his name, and he didn't even have a place to thank him.

Regarding his accident in the library, the school gave him a reason that "the library was being renovated, a worker accidentally threw a chair from the window and accidentally hit him", and the police also came to this conclusion.

Although the school's reason was a bit reluctant, but the compensation was given to him in every way, which was quite private.

In addition to the reimbursement of medical expenses, the school quietly transferred 10 yuan in cash to the bank card he used to pay tuition fees for mental damage and compensation for absenteeism.

During his hospitalization, the school leaders took turns to visit him. Fruits and flower baskets were piled up all over the floor, and there was no room for him in the ward. The school also hired a nurse to take care of him 24 hours a day.

He Mingchuan's parents are honest farmers. The first thing he did when he woke up after the accident was to stop the school from notifying his parents, hoping that the matter would be kept private.

Just right, it coincides with the meaning of the school.

Both of them happily disclosed the unpleasant accident.

He Mingchuan had no other injuries on his body except for a hole in his head. He lay in the hospital for more than half a month, and the injury on his head almost healed without leaving any sequelae.

After he was discharged from the hospital, the school transferred him, who was still in his junior year, out of the four-person undergraduate dormitory, and arranged him into a postgraduate dormitory with excellent conditions, a single room. For him from a poor family, it was a blessing in disguise. up.

Of course, he also knew that the school wanted to silence him.

After taking the money and signing the agreement, this accident must be rotted in the stomach, and no one else should know about it.

The school arranged a one-person apartment for him, on the one hand, to compensate him, and on the other hand, to isolate him from his original roommates, so that he would have nothing to say during the day, and even talk in his sleep at night without revealing this secret.

He Mingchuan smiled wryly.

What can he do?The arms can't twist the thighs.

He argued with the school, but nothing came out of the theory. In the end, he ended up in a situation where both sides suffered. It also worried his parents who were farming and doing odd jobs in their hometown.

Fortunately, he is refreshed now, and the injury on his head is almost healed, so he should be hit on the head by a pie falling from the sky.

He Mingchuan tidied up the new apartment assigned to him neatly.

They come, the security.

He is very accepting of the status quo and is content with the status quo.

He turned on the computer, logged on to the online banking, and remitted all the money in the card to the original owner's father, of course he is also his father now.

One and a half of the three houses in my hometown collapsed, and there was no money to repair it. The old and sick grandmother was lying on the bed all year round.

In order to support his only child all the way to college, the family almost went bankrupt.

This money is timely rain.

It was the hush money he paid with his life, which should alleviate the embarrassing situation at home.

He glanced at the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

His parents should install screws and nuts in the village-run enterprise at the east end of the village.

Grandma is still there, and there are several acres of Susukida at home. His parents did not go out to work, but did part-time jobs to make ends meet.

As for He Mingchuan himself, after entering university, he used student loans to pay his tuition fees, and his usual living expenses were all earned from his tutoring and work-study programs.

Sensible, he did not let himself become a burden on the family, but tried his best to make this poor family get better gradually.

He Mingchuan opened the cell phone address book and dialed the number in his hometown village.

When the call was made, the familiar area code on the phone screen made his eyes warm.

He almost never heard his parents' voices again.

The phone rang more than ten times, and he waited patiently.

The phone number of the village-run enterprise is in the reception room, and there may be no one here.

Just when the call was about to show that there was no one answering, and when the line was jumped, it was connected over there, and a local accent came: "Who is it?"

"He Village Chief, I am He Mingchuan, the son of He Dayou, can I trouble you to call me Dad?" The village chief's voice was loud and high-pitched, very iconic.

Before He Mingchuan went to university, the village chief organized the villagers to send him off with drums and gongs, and enthusiastically hoped that he would return to make contributions to the village after he finished his studies.

"Hey, Ah Chuan! How long has it been since you called! Wait, I'll call your dad right now! You're the only college student in the village, and I'm all happy for your dad!" Next words.

Before He Mingchuan could answer, he heard the sound of the phone being put down, and could hear the voice of the village chief shouting from a distance: "Dayou, Dayou, your son is calling..."

He Mingchuan doesn't have a phone at home, and his parents don't use cell phones either.

The main reason is that he is the only one who goes out at home. If there is anything to ask for his son, they can call the public phone of the small shop in the village. His parents are reluctant to waste the monthly rent of the landline and mobile phone every month.

He Mingchuan either waited for his parents to call his dormitory, or had someone call him while his parents were doing odd jobs in a village-run enterprise.

"A Chuan? Why are you calling at this time?" There were footsteps on the other end of the phone, and the phone was picked up. His father's voice was full of concern and tension.

At this time, the son called suddenly, and of course the parents thought that something was wrong.

"Dad, I have good news for you!" He Mingchuan raised his voice, trying his best to present a tone of great surprise.

"Oh? What good news?" His father breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his son had nothing to worry about, his hand holding the phone was slightly relaxed.

Some time ago, I had a dream in which my son fell into a pool of blood, with blood all over his face and head, which scared him awake from the dream.

"Dad, it's like this. Some time ago, I participated in a competition in the city and won a prize of 10 yuan. I got the money back. You can change grandma's medicine to a better one and replace our house Fix it." He Mingchuan pretended to be relaxed and made up a reason.

It is not uncommon to win an award in college and get some bonuses, and you can often see it on TV.

"Son..." He Dayou suddenly choked up when he heard this.

His son has always been his pride, and he never let his husband and wife worry about him since he was a child. They only gave birth to one child, and gave him all their love.

However, the son is also well-behaved and sensible.

In the countryside where one yuan can buy two steamed buns for a meal, He Dawei never thought that his son could save them 10 yuan.

"No, son, you keep it! You will graduate next year and spend a lot of money in the city. Parents can make do with it here." He Dawei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and firmly rejected his son.

"dad……"

In the end, He Dawei was defeated by his son's almost pleading tone, and hung up the phone tremblingly.

He Mingchuan put down the phone, buried himself in the quilt and cried bitterly.

For the deep love of the parents, for the luck of the rest of the life after the catastrophe.