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Yang Jingshu was silent for a few seconds and nodded slightly: "My memory has indeed been erased."

"But I don't know why, after I came out of the copy of "Western Town", my originally erased memories came back..."

Then Yang Jingshu recovered alone in the live broadcast room for several hours. After sorting out all her emotions, she returned home and acted as usual even when asked by Yang's father.

After all, although Father Yang looked smiling and showed an attitude similar to the love and pride that all parents feel when seeing their children, the vicious vigilance hidden under the skin was not well hidden.

He even sent someone to follow Yang Jingshu every moment.

Yang Jingshu, whose memory had been wiped out, would naturally think that this was her father's worry and "favor", but Yang Jingshu, who had recovered her memory, could not forget the indifference and condescension on Yang's father's face when she questioned him in the study.

This made her feel as if her heart was wrapped in a layer of ice just thinking about it, and even breathing hurt.

It wasn't until late at night, after making sure everyone was asleep, that Yang Jingshu ran out of that "home".

Yang Yingying thought for a while, and suddenly thought of Fang Ran's state in the dungeon, and what came to mind:

"Yes, Fang Ran?"

Yang Jingshu was silent.

She closed her eyes a little tiredly, and the indifference she had cultivated was dissipated by her fatigue. She sighed:

"Yes."

"Fang Ran's skill is to hypnotize people to stop in place or temporarily calm down all overly intense emotions. It's probably like mental sorting. You should have seen it in the copy of "Western Town","

Yang Jingshu said: "Due to the side effects of the medicine, the nerves or certain parts of my brain were overactive. The severe stimulation caused my brain to swell and even give me a splitting headache. Fang Ran used her skills in advance to help me. "

The sequelae was that Fang Ran completely fainted in the second half of the dungeon, and that imaginary feeling of brain death came from deep in the brain. Even after coming out of the dungeon, the skill user would still have some residual fear.

Fang Ran is like this now. He has been lying down for three or four days and has not fully recovered.

It was difficult for Yang Jingshu to say this, but she still finished it:

"Due to the excessive force of hypnosis, it only had the effect of relieving pain and inducing sleep. However, after the copy was released, the dosage of those potions seemed to have been washed away, and the washed memories were completely restored."

Yang Jingshu is not an idiot. Even though Yang's father has been watching her as a guard or even a monitor since she was a child, she is already an adult and will naturally develop some connections of her own.

Of course, this was hidden from Father Yang.

When the memories came back, the overwhelming memories almost made it difficult for Yang Jingshu to breathe. She endured it alone in the room, and thoroughly planned what to do next in a very short period of time.

There is a matter of finding "sister" here.

When everything was said, the atmosphere in the room had gradually eased, including Tian Zhen who was sitting upright on one side.

Tian Zhen coughed cautiously and was a little curious: "Well, I'm just saying, so Yang, sister, are you here just to get to know each other?"

Yang Jingshu looked at him squarely this time, and when Tian Zhen's heart was beating like thunder, she said:

"It's not you, it's just my sister."

Tian Zhen: "..."

No, is there any difference between this sentence? Aren’t we all a family? !

Compared with Tian Zhen's indignation, Yang Yingying smiled more and more heartily. She laughed twice before saying:

"Now that we have recognized each other, sister, you must have other things to do, right?"

Otherwise, why would he come here so late at night?

Yang Jingshu licked her lips and nodded slightly: "Yes, in addition to acknowledging each other, I also need you when I come this time. You promise me one thing."

Yang Yingying was a little curious: "What's the matter?"

She was really curious. They hadn't seen each other for so long. When Yang Jingshu met her for the first time, she actually said that she needed to promise her something?

Yang Jingshu looked at her with complicated eyes: "The main city has been too chaotic recently. Many people are looking for famous anchors in the "untouchable area" to play forward. You are one of them, but I don't want you to get involved. "

Too conspicuous, too ostentatious, and too dangerous.

Yang Jingshu didn't want the sister she finally found to suddenly become a wanted "suspect" one day.

Well, although she didn't think that was a "suspect."

But the strange thing is. After she finished speaking, the originally lively atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yang Jingshu raised her eyes in confusion and saw Tian Zhen, who looked confused and at a loss, and Yang Yingying, whose eyes were full of helplessness.

"You guys," Yang Jingshu suddenly had a bad idea in her mind.

Yang Yingying lowered her eyelids and whispered: "Sorry, sister."

"Me, Tian Zhen and I have already participated."

Yang Jingshu's eyes darkened.

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He's Manor.

The bright corridor was dimly glowing under the light, and looked very warm, completely blocking out the cold wind outside.

Bai Feng was walking in the corridor, and there was only his footsteps in the corridor at this time. He looked very small in the huge corridor.

A timid person would probably not dare to walk alone in such a late night.

But Bai Feng was not afraid, he was even a little excited, and the sound of his heart beating violently seemed to penetrate his skin, ringing in his ears like thunder.

He was aroused by this "thunder" and had goosebumps all over his body. It wasn't until he rubbed Yubazi in his hand that he calmed down a bit.

Soon, Bai Feng walked to the study door and stopped. Without hesitation, he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The young man's clear voice came through the door. Bai Feng didn't notice any hint of sleepiness in it and felt a little calmer.

The door was pushed open, and the young man at the window with his back turned around.

He Ziyun smiled and looked at Baifeng by the door, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, and raised his head to signal Baifeng to sit on the opposite side.

Bai Feng turned around and carefully closed the door. With his beating heart, he walked to the sofa opposite the young man and sat down.

"You look excited."

He Ziyun looked at Bai Feng's face, his eyes flashed from the other person's red face, and then to the other person's obviously trembling hands.

As for the hand-sewn bag in Bai Feng's hand, He Ziyun's eyes were a little subtle.

He seemed to have seen Qi Yue secretly sewing something with a piece of cloth. The pattern of the piece of cloth was very similar to the one in Bai Feng's hand.

But this little incident was quickly forgotten by the young man. Compared with this, he was more curious about why Bai Feng was so excited.

Sure enough, after he asked this question, Bai Feng licked his lips and couldn't help but said:

"gentlemen!"