Save the Heavens from the Return of the Spell

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The words he heard when he just woke up suddenly flashed in his mind.

His eyes could not help but fixate on the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

This thing seems to be roasted on his forehead?

Chen Yan turned his head and stared at the two brats who were feasting.

The corners of the mouth twitched.

These two little bastards!

Sure enough, the brat will be taught a lesson!

However, looking at the dirty little faces and worn linen clothes of these two children.

Chen Yan still sighed, and handed over the roasted sweet potato: "If it's not enough, there are more here."

"Master Death, don't you want to eat?"

Yuan Liuli asked suspiciously.

"Master Death? Are you talking about me?"

Chen Yan was taken aback.

Am I not Chen Yan?

How did you become the god of death?

If you call me it should be...

and many more?

Who am I?

Why can't I remember anything?

Chen Yan froze in place, thinking carefully.

But only vague fragments flashed in his mind, there was a guy with white hair and a mean smile, a man in a red suit laughing arrogantly, and even a huge black ball!

These memory fragments are all fuzzy, and they can't even be connected into pieces. Every time Chen Yan thinks about it, the memory fragments are constantly stirred in Chen Yan's mind like glass fragments, like a knife is constantly in Chen Yan's mind. Stir the same.

Chen Yan's eyes were grim, and he was sweating profusely.

But he didn't stop thinking about it because of this, but recalled it more and more crazily.

I must remember!

"Master Death?"

Seeing Chen Yan say a word, Yuan Liuli froze suddenly and called out tentatively.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yan showed a ferocious face, and his body kept shaking.

A temperature ten times hotter than before emanated from Chen Yan's body.

Yuan Liuli suddenly felt as if she was next to the steelmaking furnace!

"Why did the temperature suddenly rise?" Kazama Wheel said.

Two people are getting hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, the thatch on the floor spontaneously ignited without fire.

The two scrambled to put out the fire.

"Sister, wake him up!"

Kazama Wheel roared anxiously.

"Master Reaper, wake up!"

Yuan Liuli shouted loudly!

Chen Yan raised his head in confusion when he heard someone calling him.

The temperature in the house dropped rapidly.

"This is where?"

Chen Yan muttered to himself.

He looked at all this in confusion.

The dilapidated thatched cottage in front of me, and these two little ghosts wearing linen clothes that the poor in ancient Japan only wore.

Although his memory has been blurred, he sees from those memory fragments.

On the extremely wide road, there are crowds of people, business people in suits and leather shoes, and men and women with red lips and flaming red lips.

And those boys and girls in uniforms with different images.

There was a serious sense of separation between these and what Chen Yan saw in front of him.

It's as if you're not in another world.

"Where is this place?"

Chen Yan asked.

"No. 70, No. [-], No. [-] District, North of Refuge Street, as the god of death, you should be very clear about it, sir?"

Yuan Liuli asked suspiciously.

"Refugee Street?"

"Yes, all the people who died will be assigned to the Street of Refugees by you, Lord Death. Is this common sense?"

"Dead people? In other words, I'm dead?"

Chen Yan looked at his white palms, and felt like he was alive no matter what.

But a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

He held out his hand, and a white-haired guy took it empty.

Then it was pitch black.

"Yes, I'm dead, no wonder I'm here."

Chen Yan couldn't help but said.

"Of course, if you didn't die, how could you become the god of death?"

Yuan Liuli said it as a matter of course.

"I am Death?"

Chen Yan asked suspiciously.

"Don't you remember?"

Yuan Liuli did not answer Chen Yan's words, but asked cautiously.

Chen Yan thought for a while, looked at the two skinny radish diced in front of him, guessed that they had no combat power, so he said truthfully: "I don't remember anything except that I know my name is Chen Yan. Who are you? Why am I here? ? Why do you call me Death, I don’t even remember.”

"You lost your memory?"

Yuan Liuli yelled suddenly.

Chen Yan was taken aback.

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Chen Yan asked.

He didn't understand why the brat in front of him reacted so violently.

Yuan Liuli couldn't help but exchange a glance with Kazama Wheel.

It's over, it's because we were too rough and smashed his head, right?

Yuan Liuli cast a look at Kazama Wheel, and she couldn't help but think that when she and Kazama Wheel were running for their lives in the virtual circle and in the refugee street, they seemed to be holding on to Chen Yan's feet, and then Chen Yan's head bumped all the way to the present... …

It must be so!

Kazama Wheel thought for a moment, then nodded with a serious face!

Old lady, if Chen Yan, the god of death, knows that you caused his amnesia, you will definitely be roasted by him, right?

Chapter 140 I'll Just Listen to Your Nonsense Seriously

Yuan Liuli was a little frightened for a moment!

No way?

If it were you, knowing that someone made you lose your memory, and you were still standing in front of you, what would you do?

Kazama Wheel cast a look at Yuan Liuli.

Of course, that kid's head was screwed off!

Yuan Liuli's face was ferocious.

What if he knows that you are the culprit who caused his amnesia?

Of course it is...