Master is dedicated to playing the villain

He broke into Xia Churan's memory

Fuqiu looked at the picture reflected in the water mirror and licked his paws one by one, "How do you know this place?"

Qiu Wanxuan also stared at the mirror, "Second senior brother mentioned it."

Ruzun likes to visit mountains and rivers on weekdays, and he has visited famous scenic spots in the spiritual world. Ximeng Pavilion is also a must-try attraction that he strongly recommends to Qiu Wanxuan.

Mao Qiu snorted, "Isn't this a dream? How can I help him recover his memory?"

"Since you can create dreams, you can recall memories through dreams."

Qiu Wanxuan used the dream-making water mirror here to add a backtracking formation, which he discovered on the top floor of the Cangdian Pavilion a while ago.

The formation was secretly set up under the water mirror, and when Xia Churan passed through the water mirror, he stepped into the backtracking formation he had set up.

Combining backtracking and dreams, the current Xia Churan has returned to his childhood.

Qiu Wanxuan didn't know if his approach was right, or if it would be effective, but other than that, he couldn't think of any other way to awaken Xia Churan without hurting her.

He also thought that if Xia Churan didn't wake up, it might be better to live as a monk.

But Fuqiu insists that this is the most important main plot of the full text. The protagonist cannot transform into a dragon unless he awakens. There will be a huge deviation in the main plot, and the world will collapse accordingly.

So he can only try to restore Xia Churan's memory, maybe there is a solution from it.

Qiu Wanxuan watched the young child in the water mirror being thrown into the narrow cabinet by the woman, she unconsciously clenched her fists, her eyes gradually became serious.

The water mirror picture also becomes pitch black following the child's perspective.

Xia Churan was locked in a small, dark cabinet, his consciousness became more and more muddled, and he almost couldn't tell who he was.

Until he heard his low sobbing sound, as if he was tired from crying, he could only whimper, and the muscles all over his body felt severe pain from maintaining one posture for a long time, which stimulated his brain wave after wave like an electric current, making him remember emerge gradually.

This was his childhood, how could he forget?

Yes, this time he was locked up by his mother for three full days.

He was hungry and thirsty, and his consciousness was chaotic.When the woman opened the door, he fell down from the open cabinet door and fell into the woman's arms.

He was in a semi-comatose state, and vaguely heard the woman holding him and crying, "I'm sorry, Aran, mother wants you to learn a lesson, if you run around outside, it will be over if your uncle or father finds out."

The woman was sobbing at first, feeding him water mouth by mouthful in a mournful voice. After a long time, seeing him gradually opened his eyes, she suddenly pressed her hands on the child's young shoulders and warned sharply: "Didn't mother tell you, Your uncle will not allow you to tarnish the reputation of the royal family. If your father's family finds you, they will only throw you into the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes and let you bastards kill each other! Without a mother, you would have died long ago. Do you remember? !"

The child looked at the woman in bewilderment, barely able to utter a sound, and could only nod his head.

The woman hugged him again, "Mother only has you, you can't leave, you can't leave mother..."

She repeated it nervously.

Xia Churan felt pain all over his body, hungry and tired, but he didn't hate women, whether it was him now or the child at that time.

He still has a mother, and he hasn't been abandoned by everyone.

Although his mother has long been a little crazy.

But the crazy woman took him to hide all the way and miraculously survived.

I don't know how long it took, but when the screen changed, Xia Churan saw himself being dragged away by a woman, and his eyes were raised a little higher, and he was able to look at the woman's shoulders.

The two walked through the thorny jungle, and the woman held his wrist so hard that it hurt him, and red marks were pinched on his wrist.

"Mother." He heard himself panting, and when the cold mountain air in the early morning was suddenly sucked into his chest in large quantities, it hurt like a knife scraping, "I can't run anymore." His legs were weak because After running for too long, he began to tremble uncontrollably.

The woman didn't stop walking, she held the child a little harder, and said anxiously: "Your evil mother can't hold back, your uncle's pursuers will find us soon, the bamboo house can't live, we have to run fast Some, can't stop!"

Seeing the anxiety and fear on the woman's face, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "I see, mother."

The woman and the child continued to walk into the depths of the forest step by step.

They fled all the way from the early morning until the sunset, and the woman finally couldn't hold on, and collapsed to the ground with her back against a tree trunk.

The child was in a hurry, so he took the woman's arm and put it on his shoulder, sobbing, "Mother, I will carry you on my back."

The night wind was blowing, and the sweaty woman trembled slightly, and pushed the child away feebly, "Go, run!"

"You are too demonic right now. You pass through this mountain range and you will be in the demon realm. When you arrive in the demon realm, you must remain anonymous. No matter what happens, remember to be patient! Don't stand out. If you hide among the demons, your uncle will not be able to find you. .”

"Mother..." The child ignored the woman's push and push, and insisted on holding an adult who was much taller than him on his shoulders, "I can...I can carry you on my back."

The woman pushed him away with the last of her strength, "Mother's meridians were shattered by your uncle's palm, and now she is exhausted, even if she escapes by chance, she won't be able to live for long. Don't worry about me, let's go!"

The child cried and begged, "Mother, don't leave Aran..."

Knowing that this is a memory, Xia Churan still desperately wants to regain the initiative. If it is him now, he will definitely be able to take his mother away, but he seems to be shackled in an invisible shackle, and this shackle is impossible. No matter how he resisted the transgressive dream law, it would be of no avail.

Looking at the child in the mirror whose immature nose was turning red from crying, and the tears were falling down like beads, Qiu Wanxuan felt her heart was pulled by something, she dared not look any more, and looked down at Bai The cat looks hesitant to speak.

Did he do something wrong?Xia Churan will lose his memory, isn't it because this memory is too cruel for a child?

What is he doing then?

The fur ball caught his eyes and gave him a blank look, "Are you softening now? Don't look at it if you can't stand it."

"But.."

Furball's fat body stood in front of the mirror, and he opened his cat's paws and said righteously: "Do you have any other ways to solve the problem of awakening and returning to the main line?"

Qiu Wanxuan did not.

So he shook his head.

"Then bear with me. Anyway, he will remember these things sooner or later. Even if it's not because of you, he will recover because of his awakening. If you can't read it, just recite it. I'll just watch it."

While they were talking, a man's voice came from the mirror.

"Your Highness, please step aside."

In the picture, several men in night clothes approached the mother and child with knives.

The woman protected the child behind her, "Let him go, I'll go back with you."

The leading man shook his head, "Your Majesty does not want you."

The woman's eyes dimmed, and she sneered, "Yeah, my life is not important to him at all."

The woman knew that she was doomed, and the small body of the child couldn't help trembling behind her back. She calmed down despite her extreme fear, and threatened: "If you dare to do something, one day the father of this child will come back, he will definitely..."

"They've been wiped out."

The pupils trembled, and the woman's words were interrupted by this sentence, and her ears buzzed because of the shock, "Impossible..."

"You don't know? His Majesty killed the child's father's family ten years ago."

"Oh, by the way, you have been hiding and isolated from the outside world for the past ten years. You must not have known about it. The subordinate is now telling you that the child's father will never come back."

As the voice fell, the man in black drew his sword, and the crisp metallic sound resounded through the night.

The corners of the woman's slender lips trembled slightly. With her back to the man in black, she pressed the child's shoulders to make him turn back. She lowered her voice and whispered in her ear, "Run when mother tells you to run. Do not look back."

The child's pupils were already out of focus due to fear, and he nodded as he looked at the muddy mountain road in front of him that was gradually blurred by the afterglow of the setting sun.

But Xia Churan in his consciousness said anxiously: Leave it to me, I can save her.

But the child could not hear him.

A man's cold voice came from behind: "Your Majesty never ordered you to be kept alive, so this subordinate warns you one last time, please get out of the way."

The woman took out a red crystal from the lanyard along the skirt, "I'm sorry, Aran, I can't even leave you with one of your father's relics." After speaking, she pushed the child's back hard, "Run!"

This time, the child listened to the words and ran with all his strength. The moment he took a step forward, he heard the sound of blades breaking through the air behind him.

He paused slightly, and heard a woman shouting again: "Don't look back!"

The child didn't dare to look back, and ran while crying, the wind whistling against his ears, which made his soaked cheeks hurt, as if the tears had condensed into ice on his face, and were blown into ice again by the wind. ice slag.

After running not far away, he heard a roar, and a strong light shone from behind him, illuminating the forest under the setting sun like daytime.

He never heard the woman's voice again, and even the sound of the man in black's knife and wind stopped, and the forest became extremely quiet at night, only the sound of heavy breathing resounded in his ears.

The child trembled with fright and dared not move.

Xia Churan felt as if his soul had been pulled away. He knew it was too late, and the law of dreams had become an imprisonment that could not be broken through, which made him almost desperate.

But despair quickly turned into anger again. Is he going to watch all this happen again?Even if you do it all over again, you still can't see your mother's last look?

Suddenly, under extreme anger, he broke through the shackles and took control of the child's body. Not only did he stop in his tracks, he even turned his face slightly.

At this time, Qiu Wanxuan who was outside the mirror did not realize that his fingertips were almost embedded in the flesh of his palm. Although his perspective was synchronized with that of the child, he could not see what the woman did, but the strong premonition made him involuntarily make a gasp: "Don't look back."

Pausing for a moment, as if he was fighting for something, Xia Churan finally turned around with difficulty, but the scene in front of him made him freeze in place for an instant, his pupils dilated.

The strong light was like a series of sharp and dense blades, thoroughly stirring and tearing the several figures present into pieces.

The blood dyed the entire forest a dazzling scarlet, and indistinguishable pieces of meat scattered in the air, and the picture was frozen at this moment.

Before the hairball in front of the mirror could see what happened, Qiu Wanxuan beside him had blown into the water mirror like the wind, and when it tried to stop it, it was shaken back by a wind barrier in front of the mirror.

That guy didn't forget to stop it!

"Ahhh!" Fuqiu went crazy, "That's what happened in the past, what did you rush in for!"

But it has no choice but to watch Qiu Wanxuan break into Xia Churan's memory.

The author says:

Small spoiler: Master thought that what he broke into was a memory——