First Summoner

He took two steps back and looked up at her with a painful expression. A little scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"What's fake? What's real? I don't understand."

"How long are you going to pretend?" Shen Yan looked at him coldly.

His eyes were red, as if he was heartbroken. He raised his hand and pulled out the sword that was stuck in his chest, then let it go.

There was a 'clang' sound.

The long sword fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of blood.

The man in red laughed at himself, "You always say I'm pretending, but how many times have I been able to deceive you? Shen Yan, I have never been in your heart! How much weight do I have in your heart?"

"In that case, Shen Yan, let's separate."

After saying this, he left, seemingly extremely disappointed.

Shen Yan's chest suddenly felt stuffy and a little dazed.

She closed her eyes and tried to make her mind as clear as possible.

However, her thoughts became more and more confused.

She seems to be...

Forgot a very important memory.

Is she really together with Feng Xingyao?

She opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in them. She bent over and picked up the blood-stained sword.

Stared silently for a few seconds.

Her heart suddenly felt empty.

After she put away her sword, she walked towards the door and opened it.

When Shen Yan saw the environment clearly, he couldn't help but frown.

A sense of disobedience came over me.

It seems that she is out of tune with this world.

She walked out of the room and saw a long corridor in front of her and a garden on the side.

Shen Yan had just taken a few steps when someone suddenly called out.

"elder sister."

Shen Yan paused slightly, turned her head and saw a young man who looked exactly like her walking towards her quickly.

The young man took her hands and said with red eyes: "Sister, you finally woke up! Do you feel better? You were injured when you fought against the Earth Demon Dragon with Brother Yuchu and others, and you were in a coma for half a month. I heard from the doctor that you hit your head. Do you still feel pain in your head now? Are you dizzy?"

Shen Yan stared at him quietly.

Seeing that Shen Yan didn't speak for a long time, the young man's expression gradually became solemn.

He asked worriedly, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Are you my brother?"

Hearing Shen Yan's question, the young man was suddenly stunned, as if he couldn't react.

"Sister, have you forgotten me? I am your brother, Shen Huai."

"But..." Shen Yan wanted to say something, but she suddenly couldn't remember the key point, and she frowned.

She seemed to have forgotten a lot of key things.

He quickly stretched out his hands and gently held Shen Yan's shoulders, fearing that he would hurt her if he used a little force.

The young man's face was extremely solemn. He looked directly into Shen Yan's eyes and said in an extremely serious tone: "Sister, you must believe me. I am really your brother Shen Huai. The doctor once said that you hit your head, and maybe that's why you lost some of your memory. Wait, I will find a doctor to check your situation now."

Shen Yan raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes showing a little confusion.

Just as the young man was about to leave, Shen Yan reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The boy looked back at her in astonishment.

"Ah Huai..."

The young man's eyebrows relaxed and he asked in surprise, "Sister, you remember me?"

Shen Yan raised her hand and held his cheek, looking at him carefully for a moment.

"You are my brother." She said slowly.

The young man quickly responded: "Yes, I am your brother!"

Shen Yan was in a state of confusion. She lowered her eyes, looking a little more fragile. "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. Can you tell me everything that happened in the past?"

"Of course." the boy said immediately.

"I can tell you anything you want to know."

"Then tell me first, where is this?"

"Western Region College."

"Where's Daddy?"

"He is still in Nanxiao Country!"

"Who is the Yuchu brother you are talking about?"

"Sister, you even forgot about Brother Yuchu and the others?" The young man was a little surprised. After meeting Shen Yan's confused eyes, he pursed his lips and said, "Sister, you and Brother Yuchu formed a team called the Shura Team."

"Shura Team?" Shen Yan lowered his eyes and murmured, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

The young man continued, "Sister, they are your companions. You have fought side by side for a long time. Moreover, you are willing to sacrifice your life for them."

"Sacrifice your life?" Shen Yan frowned.

She didn't think she could sacrifice her life for others.

Her life is hers only.

Why should she sacrifice for others?

"They treat me well?" Shen Yan looked up at the young man.

The boy nodded heavily, "Very good, very good."

Shen Yan fell silent.

Also in self-doubt.

Because she felt that no matter how well others treated her, she would not sacrifice her life for others.

"Who is Feng Xingyao?"

The young man was stunned. "Sister, how could you forget about the Lord? He is your fiancé."

Shen Yan continued to ask: "Your Majesty? His identity is Your Majesty?"

The young man patiently explained to her, "Sister, the Lord is the supreme being in our Central Region City! He is powerful, famous, revered by thousands of people, and rules this vast land. And you are the woman who is lucky enough to be his fiancée."

Shen Yan suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness. She gently rubbed her temples and said weakly, "I'm a little tired."

Hearing this, the young man said distressedly: "Then I will help you go back and rest."

He supported Shen Yan and walked towards the room.

Shen Yan lay on the bed, her eyes a little dazed and her thoughts wandering.

"Sister, you should have a good rest." The young man said to her in a soft voice.

"You go out."

The boy hesitated to speak and finally left the room.

Shen Yan lay on his side, his eyes sweeping over the place where the sword had just fallen.

It's clean there.

Shen Yan closed her eyes sleepily and fell into a deep sleep.

...

at the same time--

In a corner of the nameless territory, a clear picture emerged in the air.

It was the scene of Shen Yan falling asleep on the bed.

At this moment, a masked man in a white robe and an old man in a plain robe stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the picture in the air.

The old man looked like a Taoist immortal with a dignified face. He said slowly, "It seems that Oblivion is very suitable for her."

The man in white robe was wrapped tightly, so that no part of him could be seen. He said in a cold voice, "Do you really think she has forgotten? Maybe... she is waiting for an opportunity to make a move."

The old man chuckled with an ambiguous tone, "Waiting for an opportunity? Perhaps that's possible. But the longer she stays in there, the more she will forget. By then, she will have forgotten everything."

After a pause, he said seriously, "God, now is a good time to kill her."