Chapter 297 Wan'er, it's time for you to recover your memory
"Sir, what is the relationship between you and Yun Xiangwan... Ugh!"
Before Yun Miaomiao could finish her words, Sheng Lin reached out his hand, pulled her over and grabbed her neck.
There was a dark mist in his eyes, filled with murderous intent.
"Don't ask if you shouldn't."
Yun Miaomiao rarely saw Sheng Lin lose his composure like this. She was a little scared, so she quickly begged for mercy.
"No, don't ask, sir, I was wrong..."
Seeing that Yun Miaomiao admitted her mistake with a good attitude and that he really needed her at the moment and could not kill her, Sheng Lin threw her to the ground.
"Be honest. If you ask questions that you shouldn't ask again, don't blame me for being rude to you."
Yun Miaomiao squatted on the ground, covering her neck with her hands, and lowered her head.
"My Lord, I know I was wrong."
Although she said this, she was even more curious about the feud between Yun Xiangwan and Sheng Lin.
Seeing Shenglin’s broken defense, what did Yun Xiangwan do to him?
Is Yun Xiangwan not just a country girl from that small mountain village? What other identity is hidden behind her?
That identity is enough to threaten Sheng Lin, right?
"It's good that you know you're wrong. Just stay still."
Sheng Lin glanced at Yun Miaomiao, then turned his head to look away.
In the southeast direction, a foundation-building cultivator who was about to condense a golden elixir appeared.
So he stuck out his blood-red tongue, licked his lips, and instantly disappeared from the spot.
Inside the house, Yun Miaomiao looked at the place where Sheng Lin disappeared and muttered to himself.
"Sir, do you hate Yun Xiangwan or are you afraid of Yun Xiangwan?"
Is Yun Xiangwan really that powerful?
"Miao Miao, are you in your room? Come out quickly, mommy made your favorite date paste cake, it's so sweet."
At the door, the voice of the city lord's wife came.
Upon hearing this, Yun Miaomiao stood up, straightened her clothes, and used her spiritual power to remove the pinch marks on her neck. Then she walked to the door and opened it.
"Mom, you are so kind. I love eating date paste cake the most."
The moment I saw the City Lord's wife, I knew she was the gentle and dignified daughter of the City Lord's Mansion and the pride of her parents.
"Here, give it to you. It's all yours."
The city lord's wife smiled and handed the plate full of date paste cake to Yun Miaomiao with a doting look.
Yun Miaomiao took it with both hands, picked up a piece of date paste cake, and handed it to the city lord's wife.
"Mom, you eat first."
"Oh my, my Miaomiao is so filial, she is worthy of being my mother's little cotton-padded jacket."
The city lord's wife smiled with a look of satisfaction and happiness.
"Come on, eat too."
"Uh-huh."
Yun Miaomiao nodded and opened her mouth to eat a piece of date paste cake handed to her by the city lord's wife.
When you take a bite of the pastry, the sweet and soft taste seems to dispel all your worries.
"Mom, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
Yun Miaomiao exclaimed in admiration with her eyes sparkling.
"As long as you like it, I'll make it for you often. If you want to eat something else, just tell me anytime, okay?"
In order to make up for the debt of losing her daughter for so many years, the city lord's wife has treated Yun Miaomiao like the apple of her eye since she found her.
I’m afraid it will fly away if I hold it in my hand, and I’m afraid it will melt if I put it in my mouth.
No matter what your request is, we will try our best to meet it.
Yun Miaomiao naturally knew this.
So as I ate piece by piece of date paste cake, my nose became blocked.
"Miao Miao, what's wrong? Are you choking?"
The city lord's wife keenly noticed that something was wrong with Yun Miaomiao, and she quickly reached out to pat her on the back to calm her down.
"Mom, I'm fine. You forgot that I'm now a Yuanying cultivator. How can a Yuanying cultivator be choked by a piece of jujube paste cake?"
Yun Miaomiao shook her head and smiled with her eyes as curved as crescent moons.
"No matter what your level of cultivation is, you will always be my precious daughter."
The city lord's wife took Yun Miaomiao's hand and spoke solemnly.
Yun Miaomiao was stunned when she heard this. When she wanted to say something, she suddenly found some strange and fragmentary images emerging in her mind.
She closed her eyes, trying to quickly capture some fragments of memory, but those fragments of memory were like quicksand on her fingertips, impossible to grasp.
All I can do is watch them dissipate.
When Yun Miaomiao wanted to take a closer look, a sharp pain erupted in her sea of consciousness.
"ah!"
She couldn't help but scream, then lost consciousness and fell on her back.
"Miao Miao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother."
The city lord's wife panicked and quickly caught Yun Miaomiao in her arms.
“Bang!”
In panic, the ceramic plate with two cakes on it fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Yun Miaomiao completely lost consciousness.
The city lord's wife quickly carried Yun Miaomiao into the house and laid her down, while asking the maid beside her to call the city lord.
"Master, what happened to her? Did the city lord's wife poison her?"
This scene confused the system.
"The mayor's wife loves her daughter the most, how could she possibly poison her? Tongzi, you really have a rich imagination."
As Yun Xiangwan said this, her body involuntarily followed him into the house.
Looking at Yun Miaomiao lying on the bed, seemingly in a nightmare, she couldn't help but frown.
Damn, what happened just now?
She actually felt a very familiar breath in Yun Miaomiao's body!
How familiar are you?
It's as if it was once a part of me!
This discovery is quite shocking!
"Abai, did you feel it just now?"
Yun Xiangwan was unsure, so she asked Xiao Jibai.
The little black snake was silent for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice.
"Wan'er, it's time for you to recover your memory."
…
Three days later, at midnight, a crescent moon was in the sky.
Whether it is the small mountain village or the White Jade City, it is crowded with monks from all over the place brought by Shenglin.
From the Qi Condensation stage to the high-level Nascent Soul stage, everyone is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the next sub-immortal weapon.
During this period, a lot of casualties have occurred in the fight for the sub-immortal weapon that appeared earlier.
But no one cared, and no one disciplined them. The blood flowed like a river, further arousing people's desires and greed.
Killing happens every moment.
But the whereabouts of that inferior immortal weapon is unknown.
"What happened? Why did the moon suddenly disappear?"
At this moment, someone noticed that the sky was pitch black, without any light at all.
Even with the monk's extraordinary eyesight, he still couldn't see his hand in front of him!
Even the spiritual sense of low-level cultivators cannot be detected.
"How could this happen? What happened?"
"Could it be that a Divine Transformation cultivator is here?"
"Which senior who is the God of Transformation is it? Please show yourself."
The monks looked around vigilantly, and everyone felt threatened.
The words that came out of his mouth were like a stone sinking into the sea, not causing even a ripple.
There was deathly silence all around, even the wind seemed to have stopped.
All I could hear was the increasingly rapid breathing of the fellow Taoists around me.
Then, a strange and terrifying sound was heard in the air.
"What?"
"Who is sneaking around? Get out here now!"
"Ah! Don't kill me!"
The low-level monks, who were already like frightened birds, fled in panic at this moment.
They began to regret not listening to the advice of the owner of the sound stone and insisting on coming here to try their luck, thus falling into this huge crisis.
In the consciousness of the Jindan and Yuanying cultivators, a huge monster waving countless tentacles suddenly appeared in the air!
It seemed that its appearance blocked the moonlight!
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