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"He Mingchuan..." Bai Hua silently said in his heart.

He could feel his heart being scratched by something, itching and painful, that thing wrapped his heart with concern, like a fire, igniting his soul.

This name is engraved in the bone and engraved in the soul.

No matter how many years have passed, the shadow cannot be erased.

"Boss, boss...quickly pull me...a hand!" He Mingchuan's voice seemed to come from the distant sky.

Bai Baihua's memory stayed on the narrowed eyes of the grass spirit who had just transformed into a human form.

He looked up, and the soul in the air had drifted so far away that it had turned into a white dot.

Regardless of what he has to do with himself or with the original owner, hold him back.

Bai Baihua swung out his long tail again, and it became extremely long in the air, like a tongue ejected from a frog's mouth, hooking He Mingchuan's waist with the tip of his tail again.

The familiar fur around his waist tightly entangled him, pulling him back to the ground quickly, and He Mingchuan's hand that was scratching everywhere finally rested on his tail again.

This time he didn't dare to touch it frivolously anymore, he was afraid that the boss would let him go like a balloon if he got angry.

Over and over again, I was not so lucky.

Before He Mingchuan recalled the smoothness in his hand, the tail pulled him back to the ground, and his feet rushed down, as fast as he was on an elevator, his heart twitched violently, and the weightlessness of the free fall made him a little dizzy dizzy.

Before he could scream out, the soles of his feet touched the ground.

With a firm foot, the dizziness suddenly disappeared.

The tail around his waist also faded instantly, as if he disliked his waist.

He Mingchuan touched his waist.

The original owner's waist was thin and curvy, neither rough nor willow, how could he dislike it?Impossible to dislike?At least he felt that the original owner had a good figure, with flesh in his clothes, and thin in clothes.

He took a breath, collected himself, imitated Hei Wuchang's manner and bowed respectfully to the boss.

"Once again... Thank you, Si, sir!"

The memory of the original owner surged up in the air at that moment.

The original owner was an ordinary third-year student whose parents were both farmers and majored in accounting. During this time, he was looking for internship units everywhere.

He is not an outstanding son of a poor family, but a bowl of ordinary chicken soup that has gone out of the mountain village through his own efforts and gone out to find his own life.

At this time, the bowl of chicken soup was already dead, and his soul was bowing to a certain demon king with a long tail.

Originally, he was a staunch materialist and atheist, and nothing could defeat him except being poor.

Since wearing it on the original owner and dying inexplicably, his worldview, outlook on life, and values ​​may have to be rearranged and reorganized.

During the day, Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and they landed on He Mingchuan's clasped hands.

He obviously has the same name and the same bright eyes, but he is clearly the soul of an ordinary person, and he has no memory of the original grass spirit at all, and he doesn't even have a demon body.

When Bai Hua hooked He Mingchuan with his tail for the second time, he quietly mobilized his spiritual power to check his past life.

However, his spiritual appearance seemed to be covered by some black mist, and even the powerful demon king couldn't see his past life clearly.

There are oddities.

Bai Hua intuitively felt that someone must be playing tricks.

After He Mingchuan stood in front of him, Bai Baihua let the other party bow there, while he opened up his spiritual power, protruding out of Nine Tails from an invisible place, and together they penetrated into the depths of He Mingchuan's soul.

Of course, there is still a black mist in the depths of his soul.

Bai Hua used all his strength, and the nine tails searched separately in the black mist, and finally one of the tails caught a trace of familiar aura, hung on the tip of the tail, and retracted.

Bai Bai took the breath from the tip of the tail under his nose and sniffed it.

Light birch scent.

really……

Only the three life stones in the underworld can reflect people's past lives.

If there is a chance, he must take He Mingchuan down to find out who has tampered with his spirit.

His Achuan.

Do not allow anyone to bully.

At this time, A Chuan, who was being bullied by whom, made a bow for a while, but the boss didn't say anything, so he quietly raised his head and glanced at the boss.

The boss' eyes were wandering over him, as if he was in a trance.

He can't understand the big brother's world.

"Cough..." He Mingchuan coughed lightly, reminding the boss that he was saluting him.

"He..." When Bai Baihua wanted to recall the name, his tongue suddenly paused.In my memory, he is always called "Achuan", and he has never been called by his first name.

"He-Ming-Chuan!" He Mingchuan introduced himself familiarly, and quietly straightened up while the boss was confused.

The boss has a lot of things to do, so I can't remember his name, which is normal.

Normal mind, normal mind!

He didn't mind, he didn't mind at all.

Thinking of this, He Mingchuan smiled naively.

The original owner died a long time ago, so it doesn't matter what kind of persona he is, anyway, he is himself now, as long as he behaves the most authentically.

Bai Baihua's eyes fixed on the smile on the corner of He Mingchuan's mouth.

It is exactly the same as Achuan in memory.

Stop laughing, laughing any longer will kill you.

The childhood sweethearts that humans talk about are too thin for him and the grass spirit.

Before cultivating human form, it was Achuan who accompanied him to practice under the birch tree; after cultivating human form, Achuan was also the first to congratulate him.

He couldn't forget Ah Chuan's smile.

Thousands of years ago, he drowned in that smile.

At that time, his heart was full, filled with a little grass that would act like a baby.

Bai Baihua finally knew the empty feeling in his heart when he traveled here.

He lost his Achuan.He lost such a good Achuan.

And he didn't know anything.

Is it the fault of the original owner, or his fault?Or, the original owner he once thought was himself who lost his memory?

"Ah Hua" from another mouth didn't feel like that at all.

Until now, the piece of his heart that had been lost was filled up bit by bit.

He Mingchuan, it's great to find you.

But this grass spirit that can softly call "Hua" is now a mortal.

He didn't know why Achuan was a mortal with no memory, and he would definitely figure it out later.

All he knew was that he couldn't scare the other party yet.

He had to figure it out slowly, slowly awakening the other party.

Think of it, their agreement thousands of years ago.

Speaking of the agreement, another memory floated up in Bai Hua's mind.

It was a clear evening, and the blood-red setting sun shone on the two people who were dependent on each other.

He Mingchuan was half a head shorter than him, with his arms around A Chuan's thin waist, his fingers slightly bent, and he gently picked at the skin around his waist.

This movement, as if it has been practiced countless times, is deeply engraved in my mind.

like a habit.

The memory is lost, but the habit is a subconscious action developed.For thousands of years, nothing has changed.

The person next to him turned his head, and his own reflection was in the shining pupils. A Chuan just turned his head and looked at him seriously, his red half cheek was covered with rouge by the setting sun.

"A Hua, I have cultivated a human form. From now on, I will be with you forever. A Hua, I...I like you..."

I like you, I like you, I like you...

These three words played back repeatedly in Bai Hua's mind.

This is what Achuan said.

And he didn't seem to reply.

"He Mingchuan...Your life is not over yet. You are lucky to meet me. You don't need to do such a great gift." Bai Hua withdrew her mind, closed her eyes slightly, and calmly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of her. Soul said.

"Hey——" He Mingchuan took a deep breath at the boss's calmness, which made his gums hurt.

The life of a mortal is like nothing to the boss, and saving him is like saving a puppy or cat.

He put his clenched hands back to his sides, clenched them and let them go, lowered his head, and looked at his feet.

He didn't know what to do, and just as he was about to ask, he felt a gust of wind blowing above his head.

Blowing him up, he floated up again, but it didn't float higher and higher, but in one direction, as if there was a rope pulling him to float in that direction.

what to do?He panicked again and hurried to see the boss.

He saw the boss raised a noble hand and shook it towards him, and the boss's cold voice was faintly heard in his ears: "Go to Yangyang..."

When standing in front of the boss, the boss's coercion made him dare not look up at him, and when he secretly raised his eyes to take a quick look, the boss's face was always shrouded in a virtual light, and he could not see clearly .

Floating in the air, far away, let alone see clearly.

He didn't even remember the face of his savior.

I still owe him two favors, which are still huge.How can I pay this back?

I only remember the pair of dark eyes that were quenched by the cold air, and... that fluffy tail.

It was the smoothest tail he had ever touched.

No animal has such a tail.

I don't know what kind of species the savior is, but this does not hinder his respect and gratitude to the boss at all.

"Boss, can I meet you again?" The question was abrupt. I have seen it in TV dramas, people who have died once will lose their memory of the experience when they are alive.

He Mingchuan thought that the boss might not be too happy to hook himself twice with his noble and smooth tail, and there is a high probability that he will use some kind of spell to erase his memory.

My own thanks are dispensable to the boss.

That's what he said.

Didn't even hold out any hope.It's the boss's business to appreciate it or not, and it's his business to thank him or not.

"A Chuan, we will meet each other if we are destined..." He floated very fast, with the wind whistling by his ears.

But he just intuitively heard the words floating in the wind.

A Chuan...as if someone whispered in his ear.

It was so familiar that his heart beat a beat faster.

Before He Mingchuan could figure out where this sense of familiarity came from, he was forcefully pulled towards a certain place.

It looks like a hospital.

He was pulled by that force through countless walls, passed through countless people, and finally passed into a room with red lights on outside.

He looked up at the words on the red light.

emergency room.

"Bah——" the electric shock hit the body on the bed, his soul was shaken suddenly, and he was forcefully sucked by the body on the rescue bed that was bounced by the electric shock.

His consciousness was plunged into darkness...