Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 1187 Restoring memory

Wushuang sat on the small round platform.

She has never retreated because of anything, and at this time, she will not give up to restore her past life memories because of fear of pain.

The memory of the previous life is too important to her, and if the memory is not restored, too many mysteries will be difficult to solve.

"I'm ready, let's get started."

Wushuang took a deep breath and nodded towards Mu.

Mu stretched out his dry fingers and touched Wushuang's eyebrows.

Her appearance changed immediately and became her original appearance. Then, she only felt chaos in her mind, as if she was about to lose consciousness. Just when she thought she was going to fall asleep, her brain suddenly felt like a needle pierced. Excruciating pain.

But this is just the beginning. Her soul seems to be violently pulled by something, and it is about to be torn apart. This kind of pain is indescribable. There is no part of her body that does not hurt.

After a while, she was sweating profusely, all cold sweat that came out in an instant, and the clothes on her back were soaked.

"The poison of the black spider silkworm is difficult to solve."

In a trance, she heard Mu muttering to himself, but she no longer had the energy to hear what he said later.

She is struggling with pain and has endured all kinds of pain. She must restore the memory of her previous life!

She didn't know how long it had passed, maybe two hours, maybe four hours, maybe longer, her forehead felt cold, and all the pain receded like a tide.

But she couldn't open her eyes. She felt a familiar smell in her daze. I don't know what someone fed her in her mouth. After she drank it, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, the breeze was blowing and the swing was swaying, and she subconsciously clenched the rope in her hand.

Where did the swing come from?

Immediately afterwards, he saw her shrunken hands and shrunken legs, and she looked up suspiciously. Nine handsome young men were in front of the swing, and they all looked at him dotingly.

She saw two familiar eyebrows among the nine.

Big Brother?

Brother Nine?

Did she return to her previous life when she was young, these were all the nine senior brothers in her youth?

Her eyes fell on the other senior brothers. It was the first time she saw the appearance of other senior brothers. It turned out that they were so kind and looked at her with such doting eyes, but when she returned to the underworld, the other senior brothers had already fallen.

"Daddy is here!"

She suddenly heard her own crisp voice, with joy in her tenderness.

This is her memory, she got her memory back! But why does it start to have memories from the age of three or four, what about the previous ones?

Before she could think about it, the nine-headed bird that covered the sky and the sun appeared, and on his back stood a man with a jade tree facing the wind. He was as handsome as a jade and was unparalleled. A ray of sunshine on his face made him even more handsome Jade.

Is this Pluto's father when he was young? What she saw before was just a phantom, and what she saw was not real. This was her seeing him for real. She looked a bit similar to him. His eyes were so gentle, and his heart was unparalleled. A warm mood surrounds.

Immediately afterwards, countless pictures flashed in front of her like a movie. She felt more and more empathy, and her emotions became more and more ups and downs.

So sad, I am so sad!

Daddy don't leave me!

don't want!

"Shuang'er, wake up! Wake up!"

Long Mo looked at Wushuang worriedly. She had slept for three days and three nights. Mu said she should have woken up long ago, but she couldn't wake up no matter how much she woke up. .

But she never woke up.

"Shuang'er, that's all over, wake up soon, okay?"

Long Moshen held her in his arms, with self-blame in his deep eyes. He knew the importance of Pluto to Shuang'er, and she could not accept Pluto's fall.

She grew up without the existence of a mother. Pluto was both a father and a mother, raising her. He never missed her growth and accompanied her for thousands of years.

He shouldn't have brought her here.

The person under him suddenly moved, he hurriedly lowered his head, and saw Shuang'er slowly open his eyes.

"Shuang'er!"

Her eyes seemed to be out of focus, staring at him indifferently.

"Double?"

He frowned.

"Brother Shen."

Wushuang looked at him, her eyes gradually recovered, and the affection in her eyes deepened. She stretched out her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly:

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you; I'm sorry, my recklessness has caused you so much harm... I lost my father, but you lost me..."

"It's me who didn't protect you, Shuang'er, let's not talk about the past, let's just look at the present, okay?"

Long Mo deeply hugged her gently, and dropped a kiss on her hair.

"Uncle..."

"Why don't you call me brother Shen? Huh?"

His charming voice came to her ear, low and charming.

Wushuang buried his head in his chest, not wanting to speak.

She remembered what happened in her previous life, how they met, how they knew each other and how they loved each other.

In short, it was a tortuous story, and it was indeed as thrilling as the fairy tale book said, but the book was not true, it was all people's imagination.

And this "brother Shen" was what he seduced her to say. She said that it's okay to call him brother Shen, but he quit, saying that many people called him brother Shen, and he asked her to call him brother, she felt so nauseous, and finally gave up Called Brother Shen.

But in the past life, she seldom shouted like this. She called him by his name more often, and only when she was emotional would be coaxed to shout a few times.

The tone of his present is very similar to that of the past, when he used such a voice to charm her and shout.

"Shuang'er, shout again, just one more time."

"No." Wushuang shook his head, too embarrassed. Originally, this title was a bit disgusting, but every time he did this, it made her feel that it was not suitable for a special child.

"Don't say it, Uncle Huang, I, I'll tell you the business! I think my father may still be alive!"

Long Moshen immediately raised his head, "Really? Why do you think so?"

No wonder Shuang'er only cried in her sleep and woke up much better. It turned out that she had such a guess in her heart.

"I just feel that way, and I don't have solid proof of it yet."

Unparalleled said.

"You know him best, so it's very possible that you think so." Long Moshen said to her.

"Shuang'er, have all your memories recovered?" he asked.

Wushuang frowned: "No...but I remember most of the memories, and some of the missing ones seem to be irrelevant...I remember all the important things."

In the memories she recovered, some pictures were damaged, some were just fragments, and some memories were intermittent.

But why?

There is no flaw in her soul. That powerful mysterious person has gathered all her souls for her. There should be no gaps in her memory.