After having a baby with my wife in my dream, they all came true.

Virtual space.

Mo Sangyu was delighted when she saw Lin Chuan pause subconsciously.

"As expected! My husband has not completely forgotten his memories of his previous life. I will definitely be able to wake him up!"

The storyteller and the stage were arranged by Mo Sangyu.

This was a test for Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan subconsciously stopped and realized that this was a test, but it was too late.

If I pretend to leave as if nothing happened, it would seem very deliberate.

“So you can play it this way?”

Lin Chuan had no choice but to pretend that he was shot in the head by the arrow of fate. He walked slower and slower, looking back every few steps.

"Sister, can you wait a moment?"

Finally, Lin Chuan stopped and looked at the stage, "I want to hear the whole story, sir."

"This story sounds very cliché. I can guess the ending just by looking at the beginning. Don't listen to it. The matter of the Demon Slaying Bureau is more important." Lin Yangyang didn't quite understand.

My little brother has never been to listen to any books, why does he want to listen to stories now?

Lin Chuan felt embarrassed and wanted to remind his sister to take it easy.

Mo Sangyu's demon form is unreasonable and she is even capable of murdering her own husband.

If you dare to say something cliché again, you will probably have to sleep with your eyes open tonight.

"Sister, just leave it alone."

Lin Chuan pushed Lin Yangyang and said, "The matter of the Demon Slaying Division is entirely up to you. Your words are my words. Go ahead."

Little Rumeng sat on Lin Chuan's shoulder and said, "Aunt, I won't leave either. I want to listen to stories with Daddy."

"You guys~"

Lin Yangyang sighed softly, unable to persuade the father and daughter, and left alone.

Lin Chuan held little Rumeng in his arms, went to the table closest to the storyteller, sat down, and began to listen to this "twists and turns" story.

From time to time, I had to pretend to be in a trance.

Yun Zhiyi, who was hiding in another void, became anxious.

"Damn you, you evil witch! This is clearly cheating!!"

If Achuan awakened his memories of his life with the Red Witch first, given the Red Witch's personality, she would definitely devote herself to seducing Achuan!

Then I won’t have any chance!

"Why didn't I think of this?!"

Yun Zhiyi was very upset.

"No! I have to hurry up too. There's still a chance."

"The Yunxin Sword is in Achuan's hand. It was forged with my heart's blood. I want to use it to wake up Achuan."

"It was the witch who broke the rules first, so it's not my fault."

A plan emerged in Yun Zhiyi's mind.

Under the stage, the storyteller was telling stories in a vivid and colorful voice, and the emotions were so deep that several audience members actually shed tears.

Of course, the one who cried the hardest was Lin Chuan.

He didn't want to cry at first, but passers-by were crying, and as the 'protagonist' it would be inappropriate for him not to cry.

So Lin Chuan pinched his thigh hard and tears kept flowing.

The cloud hidden in the void knows what is happening, and its little mouth chatters with a sweet smell.

"Bah bah bah!"

"Cliche! Cliche! Cliche!"

"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

Ah Chuan! You must not fall!

When the storyteller talked about the Demon Lord's weakness being discovered and the Sword God first meeting the 'gentle version' of Mo Sangyu,

Lin Chuan's body trembled and he stood there in a daze.

At this moment, his acting skills are comparable to those of an award-winning actor.

Even the Demon Lord shed tears when he saw this.

sunset.

The story reaches its second climax, which is the second meeting between the White-Robed Sword God and Mo Sangyu.

It was getting late, and many of the spectators had been called back by their wives to eat, so there were only a few people left in the audience.

Only Lin Chuan sat there, never moving a step.

Xiao Rumeng's eyes sparkled and she pretended to understand.

When the story reached the last part, when the White-Robed Sword God paid the price of his life to merge the two personalities of the Demon Lord, Lin Chuan was the only one left in the audience.

The story ends here.

Lin Chuan sat in the chair for a long time, thinking deeply, before he suddenly raised his hand and clapped.

"Okay! Well said!"

"aweason."

When he applauded, he was so excited that his eyes were red.

The storyteller stepped down from the stage, came up to Lin Chuan, and asked with a smile, "Sir, why do you say it's good?"

Lin Chuan's heart tightened.

What the hell!

Why is there a post-match Q&A session?!

Just now, he thought of a very important question. Mo Sangyu was looking at him, and Yun Zhiyi was probably there too.

By cooperating with Mo Sangyu just now, didn't I offend my childhood sweetheart Yun Zhiyi?

too difficult!

It's really about survival in the cracks and survival at the limit.

Every round is a fatal round.

But at this moment, Lin Chuan couldn't care less and just tried to coax Mo Sangyu first.

"The story you told, sir, always feels familiar to me, as if I have heard it or seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember where. It's really strange."

Lin Chuan said seriously.

The storyteller stroked his beard and smiled, "It seems that you are also a man with a story."

Lin Chuan shook his head. "I am a rookie who has never seen the world. I have only eaten and slept in my life. How can I be considered a person with a story?"

It's not a lie to say that.

His experiences are all in dreams, late-night emo fantasy stories. Can they be considered life experiences?

The storyteller changed the subject and asked, "Sir, do you believe in past lives and present lives?"

Lin Chuan's toes grabbed the ground fiercely.

So cruel!

Even this kind of question has come up.

"I don't know whether I should believe it or not. Please enlighten me, sir."

The storyteller straightened his posture and said:

"In folk tales, there is a saying that some of the things people experienced in their previous lives will appear in their dreams."

“Those stories in your dreams that don’t belong to this life, those people you’ve never met, and the places you’ve never been to, may all be from your past life.”

"There is also a sense of déjà vu, which is also the memory of the past life speaking to me."

"The mystery of the soul is unimaginable. It can carry many beautiful things. The story I told you resonated with you, perhaps because you also had such a story in your past life."

After that, the storyteller added cheerfully,

"I dare not speak nonsense, you just need to listen for fun."

Lin Chuan's frown deepened, his hands began to clench uncontrollably, his teeth clenched, veins bulging.

This state lasted for some time.

He covered his head with his hands again, lay on the table, and looked as if he was struggling.

"Ahhhhh!!"

It took a long time for Lin Chuan to return to normal.

The storyteller was startled. He was afraid that he would cause any trouble to his employer's husband. "Sir, are you okay?"

"fine."

Lin Chuan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr.

"No need to thank me, I'm glad you're alright."

The storyteller stroked his beard again, smiled, and turned away.

Lin Chuan was still sitting there, seemingly trying hard to recall something, but he was smiling in his heart. Isn't this just playing tricks on his wife?

Virtual space.

Mo Sangyu, who witnessed the whole process, was extremely satisfied with Lin Chuan's performance, and the smile on her face expressed her high recognition.

If that stinky woman hadn't been watching her, she would have put on her most beautiful clothes and sneaked into her husband's room tonight.

Use the body as bait to awaken the husband's memory.

"Stinky woman, don't let me seize the opportunity."

As long as she gets the chance, she will empty her husband's mind and make him have no time to think about other women.

All past and present lives will be killed under this perfect body.

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Mo Sangyu: Deepening Love