mtl008 Chapter 334 Old Memories
Chapter 334 Old Memories
Rui Bu Si did not refute.
Although she couldn't even imagine such a scene.
"Well, the possibilities involved are a bit too far beyond my comprehension."
However, as an amateur, she wouldn't go against the professionals.
He pondered what the elder of the Soli tribe looked like when he first met him.
Hmm... perhaps the elder mentioned in Miss Wenci's words is not one of the elders she has ever met.
With a young and devoted elder, the Soli tribe might face extinction if they don't replace their elder in time.
Why do people want to learn about time travel?
It was extremely regrettable that Wen Ci did not answer any of her thoughts.
“Oh, I’m not interested in time travel, I’m just curious about these kinds of books,” she said, casually tossing the closed book onto the table. “These kinds of books used to be banned.”
It sounds like you've watched quite a lot.
"Ah, yes, I used to have a friend who liked this kind of thing."
【You only just remembered her?】
"Ah, I have too many friends, so it's normal to forget one or two occasionally."
Something unpleasant happened between you and that friend.
Rui Bu Si couldn't always tell whether Wen Ci's words meant a question or an affirmation just by listening—this mechanical voice only had a little emotion at the beginning, and later it gradually became a stiff, lifeless tone.
"Oh my gosh! Miss Wen Ci knows everything!"
But one can know this based on one's understanding of Wen Ci.
The conflict is significant and relates to betrayal.
"How should I put it?" He slumped into his chair, his hand casually turning the pages of the book on the table. "It was quite unpleasant, but it can't be called betrayal."
“Darling, I never trusted her, nor did I have any expectations of her. To me, that wouldn’t be a betrayal.”
Are you bothered by me seeing your past memories?
"No, I just don't like reminiscing about the past." She squinted, recalling something. "But for Miss Wen Ci, who is omnipotent and 'part of the laws of many small worlds,' understanding my tiny past should be a piece of cake, right?"
It won't be easy.
"Ok?"
[You are a part of the Quark goddess Hissna; how dare I casually look into your past?]
What a familiar description.
"You have a really good memory."
You're not bad either.
"Considering that we know each other so well that we remember every little detail of each other's words, would you please conjure up a room full of gold coins for me to touch? In return, I will try my best to go through my entire life in my mind."
【no. 】
"Huh? Don't you want to know about my past?" she tried to struggle. "I won't make up things to lie to you~"
Memories are not real; your recollections are not reliable.
“Even one box will do.” She mentally constructed a box the size of an entire dark lair.
【no. 】
"A box that big is fine too."
【no. 】
"Damn it, that's not a difficult thing for you!"
Making you happy is difficult for me.
“Alright,” he said, pulling out the only gold coin he had carefully hidden in his pocket, “it seems I can only look at this tiny thing…”
She couldn't help but laugh.
She really didn't want it to be like this.
right?
It was just a little guess, and then the guess was verified a little more.
The laughter grew louder and louder, and she felt herself losing all strength, so weak that she almost slid off the chair.
Oh dear, when people want to laugh, they really can't control themselves.
The door creaked open, and the Dark Soldier shuffled in. She saw him through her eyes, which were barely open with a smile, and with a little strength, waved him away.
"That's wonderful, darling. Could you please show me more appreciation for my happiness?"
I did slip and fall without realizing it.
Too lazy to get up, I sat on the floor, leaning back in my chair to calm my overly excited mood.
Wen Ci did not reply to her.
“You see, fate’s predictions are always so accurate; it knows you better than you know yourself,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “And you believe it knows you better than you know yourself.”
"Ah, is it impossible to achieve in the short term...? Perhaps I should give someone else a hint?"
You can certainly do that.
"yeah?"
The past does not flow into the future.
"Alright." Faced with the blatant threat, she suppressed her excessive smugness and her little daydreams about the future. "Perhaps I should focus more on the present. Minova's envoy has appeared, and the Emperor should be returning soon."
The present is always unpleasant.
Time to go back to work.
The teachers at Moe Academy are currently not working.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time, Qian Jin picked up the medicine, but hesitated to make a further move.
The teachers were not working, nor were they in their offices.
Only he and He Yan were there.
"Professor Qian Jin, the Dark Files X has been cracked, and the birth of the Minotaur further confirms that what it records is true."
He Yan thought that everything was developing in a good direction, and the truth would come out soon. It didn't matter if he didn't regain his memories now.
Qian Jin waved his hand: "I know."
"I just……"
He just...
He closed his eyes briefly. He saw that he seemed to be putting the potion back on the table. He was about to take it and take it with him, along with the magic potion that Ulala had left there just in case.
The next step is to find a way to get Teacher Qian Jin to leave Meng Academy.
He has experience in this area and isn't afraid of being scolded.
However, the expected feeling of holding the object did not appear—Teacher Qian Jin suddenly drank all the medicine in one gulp.
He quickly caught the bottle that had slipped from the teacher's hand and was now halfway down the table, then hurriedly helped the unsteady teacher sit down nearby.
"Teacher? Teacher Qian Jin? How are you?" He picked up the medicine that Ulala had left behind, glanced at the label, opened it, and handed it to Teacher Qian Jin's mouth.
I lost my grip on the bottle several times and almost couldn't open the cork.
After drinking the magic potion, the teacher's condition stabilized considerably. He breathed a sigh of relief and belatedly realized that his hands and feet were also feeling cold.
"He Yan, I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, teacher, everything is over." Patting the teacher on the back helps to soothe his emotions; he wasn't used to such intimate gestures that seemed too close to him.
But now it feels very natural.
He Yan didn't know what Qian Jin meant by "apology," but he was so overcome with grief that he couldn't help but choke up as well.
"He Yan, I'm so sorry," Qian Jin repeated, his eyes clear, tears quickly welling up. "To you, and to them..."