The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chapter 320 Memory Returns

"You probably don't remember it now, but before you left for the league, I entrusted something to you."

Gu Lian looked at the others again, "You have seen it too."

Have they seen it too?

As soon as these words were spoken, the scope was suddenly narrowed.

Mo Ya suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Gu Lian and asked, "Is that the piece of wood you spent tens of millions to buy?"

Gu Lian: “…”

"It's the wind-sounding tree."

Why does it seem like its value has suddenly depreciated a lot in Mo Ya's mouth?

Chu Zhou said, "Isn't that confirmed damage?"

Gu Lian glanced at him and said, "If it's broken, it can be repaired. Otherwise, why would I ask you to go and look for the source of life with such fanfare?"

But in the end, he found the source of life but couldn't take it out, so he gave the Wind Sound Wood to Jiang Liujing.

Now two years have passed. If the Source of Life is effective, this broken artifact should have restored some of its functions.

Gu Lian said to Chidao: "He didn't tell me where he put it at the time, but if it were you, you should know."

Chi heard a hint of provocation in his eyes and words, but just glanced at him indifferently and ignored him.

Anyway, the relationship between Jiang Liujing and him has been well known in the past two years. Gu Lian himself knows that he cannot pry open this corner, and hugging him is mostly just to annoy him.

As for where Jiang Liujing placed the Fengshengmu, Chi did know. After all, Jiang Liujing had no secrets in front of him.

Meeting the black-haired boy's gaze, Chi paused and said softly, "They have always been in your body."

The source of life did not obey Jiang Liujing's orders, but it had indeed never left Jiang Liujing's body in the past two years. Sang Mo next to him was also aware of this.

The Wind Sound Tree was later "fed" by Jiang Liujing with the source of life.

At that time, Jiang Liujing was still worried about how to get the Source of Life to help with the repair. As a result, he just picked up the Wind Sound Wood from the box, and a white ball of light emerged by itself and swallowed up the black wood.

Very proactive, and then continued to play dead afterwards.

At that time, Jiang Liujing complained to Chi that he felt like he was living in a moving house because of this ball of light.

And now...

Jiang Liujing blinked.

The source of life? In his body?

He thought about it and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, a bright white light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. In the blink of an eye, it expanded and solidified into a ball of light in front of everyone.

"It really is it." Mo Ya, who had come into contact with the source of life, was shocked and was deeply impressed by this ball of light.

He took a step forward to touch it, but the ball of light rolled lightly to the left and avoided it. Mo Ya changed his side, and the ball of light also changed direction and continued to avoid it.

The movement range is not large, but the taunting effect is very strong.

Mo Ya: So angry.

Jiang Liujing finally couldn't help laughing when he saw Mo Ya's bitter, resentful and resentful expression.

This was the first time he laughed since waking up, and the serious and tense atmosphere in the room seemed to dissipate, like the sun shining through the clouds.

Xing Yue and Sang Mo looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

The joy of knowing that Miaomiao had finally woken up, and the shock and pain of discovering that I had been forgotten, seemed to melt away like frost and snow in this smile.

The two grandfathers' hearts were deeply moved by the smile of their little grandson.

Sang Mo said: "If he can always be this happy, it doesn't matter even if he loses his memory."

Xing Yue: "Yeah."

Chi Meng, who heard their voices clearly, turned around: "?"

Hmm, what? Hmm, be more firm in your beliefs!

Chi thought he had been unscrupulous enough towards Jiang Liujing, but Jiang Liujing's two grandfathers always made Chi feel outrageous. They said they doted on him, and that was true doting.

If you think about it carefully, Jiang Liujing didn't grow up as a bad person even though he was spoiled to this extent when he was a child. It was purely because of his good nature.

On the other side, Jiang Liujing had already reached out and easily lifted up the ball of light that Mo Ya couldn't catch.

Completely different from its past appearance of not listening to the boy's orders, the ball of light was now as obedient as a mouse seeing a cat, curled up in his palm obediently and not moving.

Jiang Liujing stared at the ball of light. In the memory that did not belong to him, he saw that he had thrown this ball of light into the water source of the Canglong Mountains to purify a core area that was polluted by black air at that time.

The light was only the size of a fingernail at that time, but now it has become this big.

He raised his left hand, bent his index finger joint and tapped the source of life lightly: "Spit it out."

The ball of light trembled.

"Don't pretend, I know you understand."

Over a period of tens of thousands of years, trees can become spiritual, not to mention that it is one of the core elements that separated from the mother tree of the elves.

Jiang Liujing was actually very surprised that it dared to run into his body. Others could not recognize him, but the source of life must know who he was.

But on the one hand, it followed him obediently to ensure that nothing happened to his body, and on the other hand, it did not listen to the orders of its amnesiac self, giving Jiang Liujing a sense of disjunction as a child who was both rebellious and honest.

And as if in response to his thoughts, an unfamiliar clear and bright young voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Liujing's mind.

The voice said with a hint of grievance: "Why do you want to remember it? Isn't it good like this now?"

It had been hiding in Jiang Liujing's body for several years, and was fully aware of any changes in Jiang Liujing. As soon as Jiang Liujing woke up, the source of life knew from the look in his eyes that he was remembering the past.

And it is very happy about it.

In a sense, the Source of Life is the same person that Pope Cyrus wants to see.

The master it recognized was also the powerful being of the past, who seemed to be born to stand at the top of the world. Although the current Jiang Liujing was also him, he was only a tiny part of him. He had even become a completely human being.

It saw him, but he had no memory of it and needed help from others to find it.

In fact, it was not that troublesome at all. It knew of their existence from the first day they entered the Canglong Mountains. It was just hiding on purpose.

Jiang Liujing casually threw it here, and after thousands and even tens of thousands of years, he showed no intention of picking it up again.

When it finally felt Jiang Liujing's breath, it delightedly thought that it was finally going to be taken away, but it found that Jiang Liujing had no memory of it at all.

It was obvious that it would appear in front of him if he just shouted, but he never called it.

The source of life was very angry, so it deliberately hid here and there until Jiang Liujing and others had searched all the way to the mother tree and finally showed up. If it didn't show up again, Jiang Liujing and others would probably give up looking for it and leave the Canglong Mountains.

But until the end, it didn't get the response it wanted.

For some reason out of spite, it ran into Jiang Liujing's body. It wanted to see if this person would still remember it one day.

And it finally came, today.

But Jiang Liujing told it that he wanted to retrieve the memory of not remembering himself. How could the Source of Life accept this?

Jiang Liujing stared at the ball of light in his palm that had already developed intelligence. Perhaps because it was very close to him, he could vaguely sense the thoughts and feelings of the source of life, and could also feel its violent fluctuations in emotions.

But he still shook his head and answered the Source of Life's question firmly: "Not good."

"Actually, you know, even if I have memories of the past, I'm not the person you want to see. I'm still the person I am now. To me, these memories of the past are false."

"And what I want to find back is only my true self."

Jiang Liujing looked at it steadily, not being affected by the emotions of the ball of light.

He is just that kind of person. When he wants to do something, no one can shake him. It was like this ten thousand years ago, and it will still be like this ten thousand years later.

The Source of Life was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly with a depressed tone: "I understand."

As it finished speaking, the soft halo emanating from the light ball suddenly became dazzlingly bright.

Suddenly a crack appeared in the middle, and a dark branch slowly flew out, lifted up by an invisible force.

The broken artifact, the Wind Sound Wood.

Its appearance didn't seem to have changed much since Gu Lian took the picture, except that the dry color had become much deeper and more lustrous. Compared to wood, the texture looked more like some kind of hard mineral.

Jiang Liujing's fingers holding the ball of light moved inward very slightly.

Although he said that he was unwilling, disliked and would not cooperate with him now, the Source of Life had indeed been diligently completing the restoration work in the past few years, and obvious powerful magical fluctuations were emitted from the Wind Tree.

The branch slowly approached Jiang Liujing's forehead. Jiang Liujing stood quietly without dodging.

The moment the pointed tip touched his forehead, a huge stream of information flooded into Jiang Liujing's mind.

The missing memories quickly fell into place like pieces of a puzzle. The black-haired boy closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands unconsciously.

The people around him looked at him nervously, and Chi took a small step forward, ready to support him at any time.

They were actually feeling panic in their hearts, worried that Jiang Liujing would have to sleep for another two years to recover.

Fortunately, this worry did not come true.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes... half an hour passed, and Jiang Liujing quickly opened his eyes. His pupils, as pure and beautiful as glass, gradually shone with a brilliance that seemed to be from another world.

He looked around, his eyes reflecting everyone's figures from far to near.

his friends.

his family.

His phantom beast is also his closest lover.

They all stood here, like a small forest.

A person's social memory is constructed step by step by growing outward from this forest, weaving its skeleton.

Because of them, he is Jiang Liujing, not the destroyed image in his memory.

Xing Yue took a step forward, and his calm voice finally trembled: "Miaomiao, do you know who I am now?"

Jiang Liujing raised his head, looked at him steadily, and then softened in an instant, like a mountain spring flowing across the fields in spring.

Before he spoke, he rushed forward, stretched out his arms and hugged the old man's back, and his actions made his answer known.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

From eight to eighteen years old.