While handing this thing over, He looked at Bai Ling deeply.

Only at this moment did he realize very clearly what Bai Ling, who carried the aura of "time", had seen.

According to the diary, someone in the future who has traded with El claims that taking anything from him is an absolute no-no.

He said that every time El took something, he would wipe it repeatedly with a cloth or something else, making it look like he was cleaning it, but in fact he was branding it.

The branded object will be tainted with the breath of El himself. If you exchange this object from Him, then you will be "cursed" because of this brand.

This curse can be passed down through the bloodline, shaping and distorting the descendants of the cursed step by step, and even affecting the cursed person himself in turn, turning that person into a strange creature.

The man did not reveal what kind of creature it was, probably because of some restrictions. He just warned everyone who could trade with El not to try to take anything from him! Maybe the transaction at the beginning could satisfy people, but as time goes by, the trader will only feel more and more painful.

Of course, memory fragments are not included.

"Memory" is an area that El cannot enter.

From the very beginning, the creator of Phoenicia did not have the authority that came from "memory", or the soul, so naturally he could not touch or leave a mark.

However, this guy would also treat memory as a trading item when trading.

How should I put it…

Typical of a person with a big addiction to food.

That's why Bai Ling asked Ji Qianqin and the others to give up exchanging for ordinary things and choose certain memories instead.

Since Ji Zi and Song Weilu had traded in this place before, they would most likely use memories as one of the items for trading. If they could exchange them, that would be great. If they couldn't, they could exchange them for other memories.

But of course it would be best if we could obtain the memories from their own bloodline.

After all, blood still physically guides their direction to a certain extent. Sometimes, inheritance is indeed more profound than learning.

Ji Qianqin and her friends are very lucky.

After pondering for a long time, El slowly said: "Memory? I understand."

As he spoke, he hunched over, bent over, and groped around in a narrow iron box.

After groping for a long time, He withdrew His hand.

Only this time, His hands held two bright balls of light.

The colors of these two light balls are very different, one is pure white and the other is relatively gray.

This is the memory of Ji Qianqin’s mother and Song Qingci’s father.

Looking at the two light balls, Bai Ling thought: "Ji Qianqin's mother once traded in this place. This is what Ji Qianqin herself said during the live broadcast in the future. As for Song Weilu also trading, this is my speculation. But it seems that my guess is right."

Bai Ling took a quick look at the big book that he had thrown to Song Qingci before, which was the monograph written by her father Song Weilu.

He clearly found clear traces similar to the El Exchange, so he thought that Song Weilu might have been to this place before.

It now appears that his guess was correct.

Glancing at the two people holding the ball of light, Bai Ling said casually: "You guys use it first, I'll go out and wait for you."

He felt that probably no one would like to have strangers watching them while they savor the memories of their parents.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling pushed open the door of the game room and walked back into the sunlight.

The game hall was still dilapidated and run-down. It didn't look like a place housing a god at all. Instead, it looked like one of those houses to be relocated that was crowded in the city center.

Standing under the shade of the tree, Bai Ling leaned against the broad roots and looked up at the blue sky through the gaps between the leaves.

'There is no need to consider the Nine-Headed God for the time being. They did not succeed in getting Susano's severed arm, so they will probably lie dormant for a while. However, their Snake God Festival will most likely not be affected, and I did not show any intention of knowing about the festival, so the location of the festival should not change.'

'Starscream is still unknown. It will only be three months later when he reaches the top of Origin that he will shine. However, I have also found a countermeasure for his core. Although it cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary, it still gives me some confidence.'

"The witch seems to be still looking for me? She will probably contact other families in Western Europe to find out my identity? Oh, the joint military exercise is coming soon, I don't know if Western Europe will give me a surprise then..."

Time passes slowly in contemplation.

When the wind blew the leaves and the "rustling" sound swayed around Bai Ling, he was slowly awakened.

When he looked up, he saw Ji Qianqin walking towards him.

At this moment, Ji Qianqin looked very calm, without any excitement after regaining her mother's memory.

Looking at Ji Qianqin standing next to him, Bai Ling asked, "Where is Miss Song?"

Ji Qianqin glanced at the game room and said, "She seems to be crying beside her. She probably learned what she wanted to know and is feeling very excited now."

"What about you?" Bai Ling asked.

Faced with this question, Ji Qianqin pursed her lips slightly.

She thought about it, and then said, "Maybe... I know that my mother is indeed a complete scumbag."

"I feel a little relieved," she suddenly laughed. "I always feel a sense of relief, 'Ah, if this is the case, I don't need to worry about it anymore.'"

In response to Ji Qianqin's words, Bai Ling nodded slightly.

He had previously reread the part about Ji Qianqin in the diary and discovered that he had shined, seemingly after gaining information about Ji Zi.

So Bai Ling felt that there might be some connection between them.

Now it seems that it is the relaxation of the state of mind.

Looking at the sky, Ji Qianqin suddenly said: "Boss..."

She looked at Bai Ling and said seriously, "Thank you."

Thank me?

Bai Ling was slightly startled when he heard this.

Then he looked at Ji Qianqin and said, "Although you look younger than me, when I summoned you and you asked me to stand behind you, I really felt a sense of familiarity."

"How should I put it?" She thought for a moment, as if considering how to start. "You're just like... my mother."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Bai Ling couldn't hold it anymore.

no.

Why mom?

Shouldn't it be the father's majestic back that makes you feel genuinely safe? Bai Ling couldn't understand Ji Qianqin's train of thought.

Over there, Ji Qianqin smiled and said, "I think this is a very good metaphor."

"My mother wasn't around when I was a kid, so I didn't understand the concept of 'mother'. But now that I think about it, it's the feeling that someone has thought of everything for you and makes you feel at ease. That's probably the impression a mother gives people."

Thinking of this, she looked at Bai Ling seriously: "It seems that you really fit the bill."

After all, he is a prophet, so he knows a lot of things and can arrange everything.

To be honest, sometimes it seems that Bering does have the illusion of "sewing tightly before leaving".

...but it's still hard to hold back.

With a sigh, Bai Ling shook his head: "Whatever you think."

Anyway, just don't call me mom.

If that were the case, Bering would be even more unable to hold back.

Looking at Bai Ling's helpless expression, Ji Qianqin found it very interesting.

But she said nothing, just stood beside Bai Ling, leaning against the tree trunk and looking at the sky.

It's quite relaxing to spend time leisurely like this occasionally.

They were waiting for Song Qingci.

As he was thinking this, Bai Ling's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and was about to open it when Bai Ling's expression shook slightly.

Three seconds later, a message popped up on Bai Ling's mobile phone interface.

[Director Wang Weizheng: Is the matter completed? ]

[Director Wang Weizheng: Come to my house tonight.]

[Director Wang Weizheng: I'd like to invite you to dinner and talk about something.]