Wen Yu looked at the messages on the phone, stroked the red tooth marks on his shoulders, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
In fact, he no longer thought about escaping, he just wanted to retrieve his memory and recall what happened to the two of them in their last life.
And Ying Chen, it seems that she still doesn't believe him.
Wen Yu threw away his phone and remembered another thing. Ying Chen said in the morning that she would sleep with him tonight.
Wen Yu's heart beat faster. It's not fear, but an indescribable nervousness.
However, there is no trace of Yingchen in the house now.
Where did he go? Are you looking for your memory again
Will you be back tonight
What should he do if he comes back
Wen Yu was lying on the bed thinking, and before he knew it, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning.
Ying Chen still didn't come back, and he didn't feel sleepy either. Time has become a torment.
He took a deep breath, jumped out of bed and walked out of the room. Standing in the empty corridor on the second floor, he tentatively called out, "Lin An."
"Yes, Master Wen."
Lin An suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the empty corridor, standing in front of Wen Yu with his hands hanging down: "What do you want?"
Wen Yu was surprised: "You, where did you come from?"
Lin An: "I am your servant now, as long as you call me, I can appear anytime and anywhere."
Wen Yu: "Forget it. Well, where did Ying Chen go?"
Lin An pursed his lips and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Yingchen won't let you tell."
Lin An nodded.
"Afraid he will punish you?"
Lin An nodded again.
Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "You are mine now, and he has to get my consent if he wants to punish you."
"Tell me the truth, where did he go to find my memory. I will keep you safe."
Lin An hesitated for a while, then suddenly looked sad, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Master, he went to hell."
hell.
Wen Yu was shocked.
Lin An: "He couldn't find your memory, so he came up with the idea of looking for you from the memories of other creatures."
"These days, day and night, he took the dark atmosphere of the underworld to check the life and death books of all living beings."
"As long as all the creatures that lived around you and the master's hall a thousand years ago, he will not let go, even if it is a mouse, he will wake up their souls one by one, extract all their memories and check them again and again for himself."
"This method is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it consumes mana to the extreme and exhausts the mind. Even if the master has been physically ill for a long time, the body will not be able to bear it."
Lin An begged: "Master Wen, please persuade Master to let him rest for at least one day. Master will definitely listen to what you say."
From the memory of all creatures, looking for the figure of yourself a thousand years ago
Wen Yu didn't understand how Ying Chen extracted their memories.
Imagine for a moment, these days Ying Chen has been reading the memories of thousands of living beings all day long like a revolving lantern.
There are human beings and animal ones.
Wen Yu muttered to himself: "Why is he so obsessed with my past?"
"Because the master is afraid of losing you."
Lin An's expression was serious, and his tone was sincere: "A thousand years ago, you pulled him out of the endless dark abyss after becoming a demon, and gave him hope and light in life. But again"
"Leaving him again."
"The master wants to know whether you really like him or if you are lying to him. If you are lying to him, he probably won't do anything to you."
"If you really like him, it would be great to leave without hiding anything for a thousand years. After a thousand years, the master can finally come to the end of his hardships."
When Lin An said the last sentence, there was a lot of expectation in his eyes. It seems that even more than Ying Chen hopes that it is the second possibility.
"This, I don't know either."
Wen Yu said in a low voice.
Lin An wouldn't lie, Ying Chen had really waited for him for a thousand years, but this heavy feeling made it impossible for him with a blank memory to bear.
He suddenly became anxious, wanting to quickly retrieve his memory and find out what happened between the two of them.
"It's okay, you go down." Wen Yu turned and returned to the room.
Lin An was behind, carefully persuading him: "If you come back late in the future, can you tell the master?"
Wen Yu: "Well, I see."
Lin An: "Master saw you last night after school and didn't come home like crazy, looking for you all over the city."
Wen Yu paused, looked at Lin An and asked, "Didn't he find me just by thinking about it?"
Before, Ying Chen found out when he went to the Taoist temple to look for Huang He twice.
Why couldn't Yingchen find him last night.
Lin An shook his head: "There is nothing to connect you with the master, he can't sense you, and it's hard to locate where you are."
"But now"
Lin An said softly: "You have his aura on you, no matter where you go, he can sense you."
Yingchen's breath.
Wen Yu first thought of the red tooth marks on his shoulders.
"So, this can be a connection with him?" Wen Yu sneered.
Lin An nodded and said, "Yes."
"If you are willing to imprint the master's mark, then the master will no longer have to worry about you."
What he said was a little coaxing.
Wen Yu pondered for a while, then asked, "Do you have his imprint on you?"
Lin An shook his head: "No."
He thought for a while, and then asked: "The spirit on your body before, you are evil, does it have the mark of Yingchen?"
Lin An chuckled: "He wants it, but how could the master give it to him?"
"He had such delusions about his master. So when he saw what the master did for you after you appeared, he went mad with jealousy. He made an outrageous act of attacking you, and he deserved to be driven out of his wits."
It turns out that the evil spirit who remembered his attitude badly last time also likes Ying Chen.
Wen Yu pursed his lips and returned to the room.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning, Wen Yu opened Yingchen's dialogue box with his mobile phone.
The above row of messages were all sent by Ying Chen.
He typed slowly: I should have a way to retrieve my own memory, please come back.
When he was about to send it, Wen Yu suddenly felt that the words "Come back" carried some kind of reminder.
With a hot face, he swiftly deleted the last few words.
But when he was about to send it, the finger that clicked on it began to hesitate again.
Ying Chen likes herself, and has liked him for more than a thousand years.
Sending a message to such a deep man will cause him unnecessary misunderstanding and make him look forward to it.
What if I really lied to him in the last life
The teenager stared at the edited message, his fingers flicking back and forth between the send and delete keys.