Chapter 1632 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 42
Song Jinhuan: "Yes."
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Sanjin immediately mobilized his partner pool, as Daiyu had only one objective.
Shen Yushu.
"Host, would you like to load the memories?"
If you want to know what the other person is obsessed with, then of course you should choose yes.
In the next instant, long-sealed memories, like butterflies locked in a wooden box, come rushing in once opened.
In my memory, it seemed like the snow was falling continuously.
It falls upon them during their childhood.
It falls upon them during their youth.
Finally, in the vast expanse of white, the light fell only on the man dressed in monk's robes.
As the recollection ended, Song Jinhuan found herself with tears streaming down her face.
Sanjin also sobbed, his nose thick with tears, and said, "I didn't think much of it at the time, but looking back now, it's really terrible."
"I should have listened to the host and not died from the disease!"
"Look at it now, it's become an obsession!"
"He's such a good person." Song Jinhuan was deeply moved.
They were friends who had saved each other's lives.
Sanjin: "Why doesn't the host get sick and let him cure him?"
That way, the obsession might disappear.
Song Jinhuan frowned slightly and disagreed, saying, "There's no need for that. As long as I live a healthy life and outlive him, that's enough!"
"However, on the other hand, there are more important things in this plane. It's fine if I don't die in front of him."
"Perhaps I can find a way to let him pass away, to send him off first."
During their conversation, Song Jinhuan unconsciously slowed her pace, her cheek touched by cold fingertips.
The conversation with Sanjin came to an abrupt end.
Looking up, I saw a teardrop resting on the tip of a pale finger, seeping into the surrounding area.
"She cried." He frowned slightly, staring at the single tear, and asked softly, "Why?"
Song Jinhuan quickly wiped her face with both hands and casually said, "We haven't heard from Meixian for a day. I'm very worried about Father and my fellow disciples."
Shen Yushu tilted his head slightly, then squatted down in front of Song Jinhuan: "Come on up, I'm better at using the wind talisman."
The Wind Talisman allows you to travel as fast as the wind, saving you time and effort.
But compared to the man in front of her... there's simply no comparison.
As Song Jinhuan leaned over, images from her memories flashed through her mind, and her arms tightened instinctively.
The sound of breathing was exceptionally clear in Shen Yushu's ears, and his heart, which had been unable to beat, seemed to be reborn at this moment, full of vigor and strength.
A gentle breeze caressed my face.
The surrounding scenery became blurry and kept receding.
The man's feet didn't touch the ground; he was both fast and steady.
Song Jinhuan rested her small face on his shoulder, and memories of the past flashed through her mind again.
Although Sanjin did not return the detached emotions to her, even as an observer, one could still be deeply moved by the intense emotions.
She now knows the whole story and should be direct.
"Old Yu, did you recover your memories in the tomb?"
Suddenly, the Taoist priest Xiao Song spoke in his ear, and Shen Yushu, who was still accelerating in mid-air, stumbled.
As a result, Song Jinhuan's forehead hit the back of his head with a "thud" and he cried out "Ouch!"
"Are you alright?" he asked anxiously, pausing slightly before asking in a low voice, "Can I stop and take a look at your forehead?"
Song Jinhuan covered her forehead and saw a small dent in the back of his head, which was still slowly rebounding... Suddenly, she felt less pain and pretended to be strong, saying, "I'm fine, don't change the subject, answer me."
Shen Yushu understood that since the other party had asked this question, they must have sensed something, so he readily admitted it.
"How did you recognize me?" Song Jinhuan asked again.
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