In the last days, love brain-killed the last god

After Lin Jingxue left Ji Tenchun's yard, she casually went to the cafeteria to have some food. She was alone and just wanted to talk to Cangming.

"Girl, who is that boy Wen Boyi?" Cangming was lying on the table next to Lin Jingxue's rice bowl, and he was very confused.

"Instead of thinking about who Wen Boyi is, it's better to think about whether Wen Boyi is dead or not."

Lin Jingxue ate a big mouthful of noodles. She had not eaten for a day and a night. She was getting more and more hungry now. Sometimes she would not eat for two days without feeling particularly hungry.

"Girl, I want to restore your memory, so that you won't be at the mercy of others."

"Cangming, you don't have to beat around the bush, I know you need to practice."

When the topic of cultivation came up, Lin Jingxue felt that the food in her mouth no longer tasted good.

"Hey, girl, we have a good understanding now." Cangming smiled.

"You know every day that you want me to practice, but now the spiritual energy of the world has almost disappeared, how can I advance? Your elixir is gone, and your box of soil, little Suzaku can't refine it now. Alas... the future is slim. !”

"Girl, you can fight zombies. There will be spiritual stones soon. Come on, fight zombies."

"I hate fighting zombies the most."

Lin Jingxue took a big mouthful of noodles. There were a few noodles left in the bowl, floating in the bowl with sesame oil and chopped green onions. The soup looked delicious.

"Then you become the master of Qihang, the master of the supernatural family, so that they can fight zombies and hand over the spirit stones to you, and you can advance."

Lin Jingxue took a sip of soup and almost choked on Cangming's words.

"What you think is so simple. Who will obey me? Even the fifth-level superpower Tong Xiaocong doesn't obey me. How can those old men obey me obediently? Give me the spirit stone? Are you afraid that they will gang up to kill me and destroy the things in my head? Are the spiritual stones divided?"

"Girl, you are their master, don't you have any magic spells like this?"

"Cangming, how many TV series have you watched?"

Lin Jingxue rolled her eyes at Cangming and took another sip of soup to stop her coughing.

"There must be some. You are their master."

"Cangming, don't you believe Wen Boyi the most? Why do you believe his words now? He means what he says? I'm not a god!"

"Girl, you have no memory of your previous life, so you don't understand that gods can reincarnate..."

"You have no memory either."

Lin Jingxue interrupted Cang Ming ruthlessly, trying to stop the topic, "Wen Ze, something seems wrong."

"Girl, didn't Wen Boyi mention Wenze to you? Is Wen Chenghua really dead?"

"Cangming, can a person's aura change? You see, my aura can change with my superpower, but Ji Tenchun's aura doesn't look like the green color of the wood superpower. It's a bit like God-given eyes, that kind of... Red green.”

"Girl, do you suspect that Ji Tenchun's aura is related to zombies?"

"It's just suspicion."

Lin Jingxue finished her meal and walked towards her dormitory.

How are zombies generated? It is impossible for human beings to commit suicide and destroy their own homes with biological and chemical weapons.

Zombies are not created because of humans.

So is someone controlling the zombies?

"Girl, we must restore our memories as soon as possible. Now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the open. This feeling is really unpleasant."

"Well, by the way, Cangming, Xuanwu Field is here." Lin Jingxue suddenly remembered that Xuanwu Field was still under her feet.

"The remains of the four divine beasts, Xuanwutian?"

"Yes, but it can conceal its aura and pretend to be an unconscious dead thing."

"It seems that he already has spiritual consciousness and has been awakening for a long time. When Xiao Zhu wakes up, it should be easier to control."

Listening to Gu Qingqiu's even breathing, Lin Jingxue lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

So many things happened today that Lin Jingxue's head was not quiet for a second.

When it became quiet, Lin Jingxue felt her head was dizzy.

……

Lin Jingxue looked at the scene in front of her in confusion, as if she was dreaming again.

Lin Jingxue looked at the clothes with wide robes and large sleeves and guessed that this time seemed to be from a not too long ago dynasty.

This place seemed to be a brothel. Standing on the stage was a woman who looked very similar to Lin Jingxue. She was wearing heavy makeup and a gorgeous chest-length skirt. Her face was calm and showed no emotion or anger.

Lin Jingxue was a little surprised that she could hold up wearing such a sexy dress.

There was a group of people standing under the stage. Judging from their dress, they should all be from brothels.

"Congratulations to Miss Xiaolou for becoming the oiran."

Her name is Xiaolou?

Lin Jingxue looked at the woman, who looked like a soulless doll. After hearing this congratulation, she grinned.

That smile was a bit sarcastic.

Then without waiting for anyone to react, he turned around and left.

However, she was blocked by a man who looked like a madam.

"Miss Xiaolou, you are the oiran now. Tonight..." The old madam smiled flatteringly and looked at Xiaolou as if she were looking at the God of Wealth.

"I am the eighth master's woman." Xiaolou said softly, his eyes dull, as if he was trying to convince himself.

"Miss Xiaolou, do you still expect the eighth master? You have served the eighth master. That is your blessing. Don't forget that it was the eighth master who sent you here." The madam curled her lips and looked at him impatiently. Next to the small building.

If she hadn't served the Eighth Master, how could she only show off her skills but not her body?

Now three years have passed. The eighth master has married the daughter of the current Prime Minister and has never been here once. She still expects the eighth master to give up the legitimate daughter of the prime minister for her?

"He said that he loves me..." Xiaolou's face was pale, and her tears were like broken beads, sliding down her white cheeks.

"Oh, my aunt, how sincere are all the men in the world? Men's mouths are the best at deceiving others. Are you stupid enough to believe those men?" The madam took a step forward, held the small building, and cursed loudly. .

Xiaolou was supported by the madam and returned to his room.

"Miss Xiaolou, I've raised you for three years in vain. You can't let me, mother, do a loss-making business. Now you've been exorbitantly paid. Can't you redeem yourself after just a few customers?" The old madam rolled her eyes with a look on her face. of rape.

"Mom, I served the eighth master..." Xiaolou lowered her head, the embroidered handkerchief in her hand was wrapped around her delicate fingers, the tips of her fingers were red, and the handkerchief was almost torn to pieces.

"Xiaolou, do you think the Eighth Master will marry you again? To be disrespectful, the Eighth Master has more women than me in Chunxianglou. He may favor five or six women in one night. You are just one of those women. One of them, don’t fantasize about it.”

Listening to the old bustard's words, Xiaolou suddenly knelt down at the old bustard's feet.

"Mom, wait two more years, two years later..."

"You still have to wait two years? In two years, you will be old and old. What will you do with the money I lost?"

"Mom, when Master Ba comes, I will return it to you..."

"It seems that you will never look back until you hit the wall? Let me tell you the truth, on the day you arrived at the brothel three years ago, the Eighth Master promised you to be a prostitute for the rest of your life. The next day, the Eighth Master married the prime minister. Grandfather’s daughter, why do you think Master Ba sent you here overnight?”

Xiaolou raised his head blankly and looked at the madam.