Chapter 117 Good Memories

[It seems that he has recalled a lot of memories, which makes me curious about my past memories with him. 】

[Tongzi, I think your last suggestion is good. I decided to solve the problem of amnesia caused by blood, and then die either madly or elegantly. 】

[Host, I understand what you mean. Before finding a solution to the blood problem, the host is waiting for death in a carefree and crazy manner. 】

[You are worthy of being Tongzi, you have won my heart.] 】

Zhang Qiling's eyes moved slightly. He thought that maybe it was the stimulation brought by the punishment. At this moment, Sang Mo's mentality changed again.

Yeah, if a five-minute disembowelment experience is so awesome, who can withstand multiple long-term punishments?

After losing his memory, Sang Mo didn't want to bear it. Even though his instincts were restraining his reason, he didn't actually want to die, he just couldn't find a reason to live.

He was speechless about his grievances and pain towards this world, this way of life, and the people who had disappointed him so much...

He actually understood that even if the lost memories made him painful, he had to be a clear-headed person before he died.

Knowing where he came from, his past, what he wants to do and what he wants, he has been bravely facing all the pain and sorrow from beginning to end.

Zhang Qiling even had some hopeful guesses, maybe those memories weren't just sad?

For Sang Mo, it should be a regret that there are beautiful memories and then it ends with an unsatisfactory ending.

Sang Mo felt regretful, so he gave up fighting for it, just as he had always been aware of the fact that making up for regrets would only create more regrets.

Zhang Qiling raised his hand to cover his suddenly aching heart. He wanted to recall more memories with Sang Mo. He firmly believed that even if they were sour and painful, they must be beautiful memories.

Those were the memories of him and Sang Mo.

He kept chewing Sang Mo's name on the tip of his tongue, as if this could ease the pain in his heart and bring a brief satisfaction.

It was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was around. Sang Mo asked tentatively: "Zhang Qiling?"

Zhang Qiling hummed softly, "I'm here."

Sang Mo slowly sat up, took out a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After wiping for a while, he paused, then took out another towel and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

[You must have been sweating just now, right? 】

The words in my heart were not concise, but the words I said were very brief, "Wipe it."

Zhang Qiling stared at the towel for two seconds, then he reached out to take it and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Sang Mo's ears moved slightly and asked him, "Aren't you curious?"

Zhang Qiling paused.

[Host, Zhang Qiling is such a person, he is quiet and never talks nonsense. He may be a little curious in his heart, but he won't ask it out loud~]

Zhang Qiling, "......"

He pursed his lips and said, "Everyone has secrets. I told you, don't ask why, just ask about the future."

[He did say such words to the host. He has always regarded the host as a member of the Zhang family who has been stranded outside. In fact, this elder is very reassuring, but unfortunately he is our target. 】

[I see. This is indeed reassuring. 】

Zhang Qiling sat up and asked him, "Can you still go on?"

Sang Mo took out a cigarette and shook it out, but because he couldn't see the cigarette, it fell on his legs while he was sitting cross-legged. He reached out to touch it, and the cigarette also fell on the cushion.

Now that he couldn't touch it, Sang Mo didn't touch it again. Instead, he opened the cigarette box and took out a cigarette and put it to his lips.

Zhang Qiling reached out to pick up the fallen cigarette and handed the butt to Sang Mo.

Sang Mo asked him, "Do you smoke?"

As he asked this, he had already put the cigarette in his hand back into the cigarette box, took out another one and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling looked at the cigarette, then looked at Sang Mo's eyes looking at him, without focus and without reflection.

The gray pupils no longer had that bright and beautiful glow, but the pupils were still as dark and beautiful.

Zhang Qiling looked directly into those still beautiful eyes and asked softly, "Your eyes."

As he asked, he took the cigarette, but instead of lighting it, he put it behind his ear.

Sang Mo's eyes twitched slightly, "It's okay, I'll be back in a few days."

[So, can you please postpone the punishment next time so that I can find a place to avoid them? This way, I don’t have to explain myself. 】

[Host, this is behind the bronze door, and there is only one Zhang Qiling. Don't worry, Zhang Qiling also has amnesia, and you will forget everything when he loses his memory. 】

Zhang Qiling, ""

His expressionless face became even more stern. This system really hurts people!

Amnesia is not a glorious thing. Is it worth reminding ourselves all the time?

[Hearing you say that...I was feeling a little sorry that I was blind and couldn't see what was behind the bronze door, now I feel relieved. I am also a patient with amnesia. 】

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, inexplicably hearing a hint of arrogance in these words.

He remembered what Sang Mo said: he was invincible without his memory.

The next second, he saw Sang Mo fall straight down without any warning!

The cigarette in his lips slipped down, Zhang Qiling quickly caught the cigarette and quickly embraced Sang Mo who fell backwards.

Holding the person in his arms, Zhang Qiling immediately found something wrong. Sang Mo's pale face gradually turned red, as if the blood was surging and boiling.

He suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that the blood conflict had occurred again?

We were talking about amnesia just one second ago, and now we are about to suffer from amnesia?

Zhang Qiling felt helpless at this moment, but he didn't have time to think too much because Sang Mo had already fallen into a coma.

Zhang Qiling put the half-smoked cigarette between his lips, laid Sang Mo flat on the cushion, watched his expression change, and then touched his forehead with his hand.

Symptoms of fever, the body temperature is as high as when the blood was awakened, the blue veins on the neck are bulging and protruding, sometimes red and warm, sometimes white.

He has confirmed his guess that Sang Mo's blood pulse suddenly trembled, and he might wake up as Sang Mo who has lost his memory again.

Zhang Qiling sat silently beside him, smoking a cigarette and staring at Sang Mo's face in a daze.

After finishing half of the cigarette, he put out the cigarette butt and just stared at Sang Mo in a daze.

Time passed minute by minute, and about five hours had passed before the unconscious person's eyelids blinked slightly.

Zhang Qiling blinked his eyes and watched Sang Mo slowly open his eyes.

[Why is it so dark?] 】

Zhang Qiling looked at him and raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

[It’s not that the light is off, it seems like I’m blind. 】

In terms of acceptance and adaptability, Sang Mo seems to be a leader.

Zhang Qiling said, "Sang Mo."

Sang Mo put down his hand, "Who?"

[Friends?] Or an enemy? 】

The evil spirit sighed, and a closed eye appeared from behind Sang Mo'er, looking a little listless. "Master, have you lost your memory again?"