Zhang Chulan raised his eyebrows, suddenly confused.

Why did Ma Xianhong lose his memory, and why did he think that this self-cultivation furnace could restore the memory of his family in his mind.

"Old Ma, I have a question."

"Isn't this self-cultivation furnace a magical tool that can transform ordinary people into extraordinary people? Can it also restore memories?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned when he heard this, as if he had never had the concept of this problem before. Suddenly, after someone said it, he seemed to have an indescribable feeling.

Yes, can this self-cultivation furnace repair memory? ... He didn't seem to have tried it once... even once...

No, the self-cultivation furnace will definitely work. My sister said so, so it will definitely work...

He should believe his sister, because his sister has been very kind to him. If it weren't for his sister, the fact that he possessed the magical power would have been known to those people in the alien world long ago.

So, if it weren't for his sister, he would have died somewhere in this world...

"The self-cultivation furnace can repair memories, but I can't tell you the rest so clearly."

Zhang Chulan frowned even deeper when he heard this. There was clearly something wrong with Ma Xianhong's memory. He stared at Ma Xianhong's determined face for a long time and shook his head.

Forget it, let’s talk about these things later. Now we have to solve the problem of the self-cultivation furnace first.

He really didn't want to see such an honest man get himself killed.

“Old Ma, have you ever wondered why ordinary people are still the ones making the decisions in today’s society?”

"Have you ever thought about why the population of Inhumans has remained within a red line for so many years?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment, then spoke.

"Ordinary people make the decision? Within the red line? What do you want to say?"

Zhang Chulan looked at the confused figure and sighed. Just as he was about to explain everything to this young man all at once, Ma Xianhong's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

Ma Xianhong took out his cell phone and his face gradually became gloomy after listening to the words coming out of the phone.

"Zhang Chulan, I was wondering why you were still hanging around here so late. So this is what you were planning."

"What on earth is your company doing?"

Zhang Chulan glanced at Ma Xianhong, whose face was becoming increasingly angry, and spoke slowly.

"So you didn't listen to a word I said to you tonight?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned again. What was the point of this guy talking to him so much tonight?

Zhang Chulan looked at Ma Xianhong who had a puzzled look on his face, and pointed at the self-cultivation furnace behind him speechlessly.

"Master Ma! Do you know how much turmoil this thing will cause to today's society after it is completed?"

"You are dancing on the red line between ordinary people and extraordinary people!"

"Listen to Uncle Gan's advice. If you destroy the furnace yourself now, the authorities may still forgive you for what happened."

Zhang Chulan looked at Ma Xianhong who was about to speak and interrupted him.

"Do you know why ordinary people are the masters of today's society? In this technological age, a missile can flatten your little Biyou Village!"

"And you, Lao Ma, you actually want to transform ordinary people into extraordinary people, challenge the authority of ordinary people, and challenge the bottom line of the country. Do you think the country will agree?"

"Or is it Lao Ma, are you so strong that you can ignore the country and ignore the nuclear bombs!!!"

After hearing Zhang Chulan's roar, Ma Xianhong became conflicted. He really had not considered this issue at all.

He never thought about what the red line is and what the red line isn't. Why?

Missiles and nuclear bombs... No matter how stupid he was, he didn't think he had the ability to do so. Perhaps even those legendary immortals couldn't do it.

But my sister said that this self-cultivation furnace can restore his memory...

Ma Xianhong fell silent, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"What if I just want to restore my family's memories..."

Zhang Chulan looked at him as if he was a fool when he heard this.

"Old Ma, can you please stop being so naive? Do you think the country or the company will let you keep this scourge?"

"That means there's nothing to talk about?"

Zhang Chulan looked at Ma Xianhong who was already silently practicing Qi, and spoke lightly.

"There is no room for negotiation. This furnace must be destroyed. If you still insist on doing this, then Uncle Gan really can't help you."

"Okay, then I'll see if the people from your company can break through my superior abilities."

"After listening to what you just said, after tonight, no matter what the result is, I will not blame you. We just have different positions and different ideas!"

Zhang Chulan was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"I remember I said that those guys are all crazy... and they are very strong crazy..." After saying that, he also circulated his own Qi...

...............

Just as Xiao Muyang continued to walk towards the end of the village, the flickering Biyou Village suddenly caught fire, and the noise all around became louder and louder.

Just as Xiao Muyang took out his cell phone to see if there was any need for his support, a roar came from not far away.

"Stop right there, you bitch!"

"Give me back my magic weapon!"

"You bastard, you're a thief! A thief!"

Xiao Muyang put away his phone and looked towards the distance. He was immediately delighted. Aren't these Qiu Rang and Feng Baobao? Thinking of his memory of the original plot, although the plot has changed beyond recognition now, there is still a slight connection. He then stared at the two people chasing each other with an interested look on his face.

Feng Baobao was seen running around with a silly look on his face, dodging enemies behind him while setting fires everywhere with wine bottles. The funny thing was that he was even shouting at the same time.

"Everyone, hurry up, there's a fire, there's a fire."

"You crazy woman, stop it!"

"You're not only a thief, you're also an arsonist!"

"I'm going to call the police to arrest you, you crazy woman! I'm going to call the police!!!"

Xiao Muyang resisted the urge to laugh and shouted at Qiu Rang.

"Mr. Qiu, what are you doing here at this hour of night instead of putting out the fire?"

When Qiu Rang heard the shouting, he stopped chasing and looked in the direction of the shouting. When he saw Xiao Muyang, a feeling of grievance suddenly came over him.

He hates...

He just received calls from other people with higher aptitude.

As soon as I went out, I met this crazy woman riding a tricycle, drinking and humming music.

But when he was about to follow her quietly, the crazy woman actually kicked him in the face with her size 42 big foot.

Afterwards, she was not satisfied with the status quo and sat on his face and beat him up.

Just as he punched the crazy woman away and was about to show off his strength as a man and a person of superior aptitude, he was stunned...

That's because the big treasure "Ruyi" behind him disappeared. Yes, it disappeared... He couldn't even touch it...

When he thought he had been kicked down by the crazy woman and accidentally fell to the ground, the crazy woman took out her proud treasure and fiddled with it...

All he knew was that he was furious, and he just wanted to get his big baby back and catch the hateful arsonist!

But he can't catch up with this woman at all...

So when he saw Xiao Muyang, a wave of bitterness and pain suddenly surged into his heart...

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