Ming Luo lay on the little tiger's back, repeatedly recalling the things that happened in the past in her dream. Although Ye Han and Ye Zhihan were very different, the sense of closeness they both gave her was the same.
Moreover, Ye Han also said that she and Ming Luoxing were the same person, but they were both ancient powerful beings, and Ming Luo was just a girl from the human world. Why was she involved in these things?
Could it be true, as Ye Han said, that she and Ming Luoxing were the same person, and that Ye Zhihan and Ye Han were also the same person? After much thought, Ming Luo couldn't figure it out, so she decided to ask Little Tiger.
She patted the little tiger's head and asked, "Little Tiger, your master's name is Ming Luoxing, right?"
The little tiger replied stupidly, "Yes, Master."
"Am I her reincarnation?" Ming Luo continued to ask.
"That seems to be true, but it's still a little different." The little tiger carried Mingluo and landed on a hill.
Looking into the distance from the top of the hill, you can see a hazy white barrier, and further ahead is the territory of the spirit clan. The territories of the demon clan and the spirit clan are adjacent, and they are also in a marriage alliance. They prosper together and suffer together. Ever since the demon clan and the spirit clan joined forces to annex the dragon clan, their power has become even stronger. Their ambition to unify the Suma Continent is as obvious as Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.
The little tiger stood still on the hill, its golden fur fluttering in the wind. It continued, "Originally, as long as one awakens spiritual power and restores realm, one can regain memories. But I don't know what happened. Master's realm has been restored, but he still can't recall the past."
"You mean I have amnesia now, right?" Ming Luo leaned against the little tiger and looked with it at the elves hiding in the misty barrier in the distance.
"Yes, that's what it means. The master has always been the master, and his soul has never changed. The body has just been reshaped, and there is no change." The little tiger rubbed Mingluo with his big furry head and acted coquettishly.
Ming Luo touched its fur and fell into deep thought again. If she was Ming Luoxing, then where did her memory go?
"Master, it's good that you can't remember the past. This way you won't be sad. I still like my current master better!" The little tiger continued to act coquettishly.
"Are all the memories from the past sad?" Ming Luo asked.
"No, master. In the past, you just didn't like to laugh, and you were not good at expressing yourself. You always followed Lord Ye silently, but now you are much better." The little tiger couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable when he thought of Ming Luoxing's decisive and ruthless murderous appearance ten thousand years ago. The Ming Luoxing in the past was very similar to Ye Zhihan now.
Ming Luo smiled faintly and patted the little tiger's thick chest. It turned out that Ming Luoxing had been following Ye Zhihan ten thousand years ago.
She couldn't help but think of Ye Han's appearance in her dream. He always had a smile on his face, and he had the unruly air of a banished immortal. He would even deliberately tease her.
Ming Luo breathed a sigh of relief. If Ye Zhihan was Ye Han, and she was Ming Luoxing, then the heavy stone in her heart had finally fallen to the ground. Ye Zhihan did not fall in love with Ming Luo because of Ming Luoxing, but the relationship between them had been destined thousands of years ago.
How romantic it is to meet again after thousands of years.
After feeling relieved, Mingluo hugged the little tiger, buried his face in its long soft fur, and cried silently.
What on earth has she been through during this period of time?
From the torture on the Hui family's altar, to his mother's death and the furnace being cast into a key to cross the border, to being locked up in the dungeon and losing his eyes, and finally being buried alive by the collapsed dungeon, Ming Luo will never forget the chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
If she had not inherited Ming Luoxing's spiritual power and had not recovered to the Shenyong realm, if she was really just a little demon, she would have died thousands of times already.
But even during such a dark period, Ming Luo didn't shed a single tear. Her heart was filled with doubt, sadness and hatred. Now that the problem she cared about most was solved, her tense mood finally relaxed a little, so her tears flowed out like a dam bursting.
"Mom, wuwuwuwu... Ye Zhihan, where are you?" Mingluo leaned on the little tiger's chest, sobbing softly.
Mingluo cried for a full half hour. When she raised her head again, the outer circles of her ice-blue eyes were already red and swollen like walnuts. She raised her hand and wiped away her tears, sobbing as she looked at the little tiger. It was looking at her helplessly, with concern in its eyes.
"Little Tiger, you said you like me now. Aren't you afraid that I will beat you after I recover my memory?" Ming Luo smoothed the golden hair on Little Tiger's chest that was wet with tears.
"Hehehe, Master, even if you remember your past memories, you also have your present memories. Although they may be a little fierce, I can withstand it! Just make sure you don't hit me too lightly when the time comes." The little tiger tilted his head and looked at Mingluo seriously.
Ming Luo looked at the chubby little tiger in front of her and felt full of pity for it. This little guy, more than two meters tall, had been with her since ten thousand years ago, and came back to her again ten thousand years later. Such loyal companionship could warm even a heart of stone.
Mingluo even felt guilty for having doubted the little tiger when she first learned that she had the spiritual power of Mingluo Star in her body. She hugged the little tiger's huge body and said, "Be good, I will definitely not beat you."
Then she raised her head, looked into Little Tiger's black round glasses, and said, "Let's rest here for a while. Tell me about what happened in the past."
The little tiger sat down on the ground, half lying down, exposing its soft belly for Mingluo to lean on, and began to tell the story in detail: "Master, my name used to be 'Yuan Ye'. I was your favorite mount and the most majestic spirit beast!"
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