"You left the underworld first, right? Maybe you don't know what happened next..."

Mao Xiaocao was stunned for a moment, subconsciously remembering that after he and Chen Sansui left, Wang Jingzhe might have had some changes in the underworld.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiaocao asked with his trembling lips.

Kittan Daowen sighed and said, "It should be that after you left, the Ghost King and Yeyou stopped him, but they failed to take out his soul, so they took Jingzhe to the Huangquan Road and crossed the Naihe Bridge. When they were on the Wangxiang platform, Meng Po gave him a bowl of soup, hoping that he would forget his past and present life and see if he could draw his soul out again, otherwise people would not be able to send him to the 18th level hell. I rushed over with Jingzhe's sister. When we went, Jingzhe had already drunk that bowl of Mengpo soup... When we took him from the underworld back to the world, when he woke up, he could no longer remember anything, even the sister sitting in front of him."

Before the kitchen knife article finished speaking, Xiaocao was already crying like rain, and her biting lips also loosened. Her eyes were full of self-blame, helplessness and regret, but more of it was pity.

Wang Jingzhe turned his head and looked over. When he saw the grass wiping his tears, he was a little confused: "Why did this pick-up girl make people cry? What rhythm? Brother Xiaowen made up a miserable life experience for himself?"

The kitchen knife blinked at Wang Jingzhe, which meant that you saw how good your buddy was, and you could erect your great image in just a few words. The woman was so moved that she cried bitterly.

"He doesn't remember, he doesn't remember anything..." Mao Xiaocao murmured.

Cai Daowen sighed and said, "He doesn't remember now. Maybe there will be a day of recovery in the future. But no one knows when it will be. Things are impermanent..."

The grass sat in a daze, tears in her eyes were dry, and all that was left was full of sadness.

"Do you want to go over and sit?" asked Cai Daowen.

Mao Xiaocao shook his head: "I won't go, I want to be quiet."

"Don't hurry, come slowly, find the feeling from getting to know him first." Cai Daowen stood up, thought for a while, and said, "As for the woman beside him, don't think too much, they have only known each other for a few days, and the two are limited to ordinary friends."

Xiaocao smiled sadly and said, "Do I still need to worry about this now?"

After Kitchen Daowen returned, Wang Jingzhe looked over in surprise and said to him: "No, what's your way? Why did you run back when you cry? What's next?"

Kitchen Daowen spread his hands and said speechlessly: "I want to say nothing, do you believe it? It's not because of me that she cried. Do you think I have such a great charm, and I'm so sad in just a few words?"

"Then you really don't..."

Kitchen Daowen said: "If you say this, I will really not be quarrel with you."

The little grass girl looked at Wang Jingzhe's back blankly, drinking glass after glass, without getting drunk. Sometimes your sadness may not be numb by alcohol.

There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word "love" hurts the most.

After a long time, the wine was slightly drunk.

Xiaocao suddenly stood up and walked towards the stage band. Before the demons were dancing, the singers on the spot were singing. Xiaocao gestured to the band, lowered his head and said a few words, then sat on the high chair beside the stage, held the microphone, and his eyes gently fell on Wang Jingzhe, who was holding the five spines and six beasts holding his arms.

Wang Jingzhe's little face was red and he burped.

After a moment, a melodious music sounded. The grass closed her eyes and waited for the prelude to pass, and sang softly.

"The white moonlight, somewhere in my heart, so bright, but so cold, everyone has a sadness..."

"The white moonlight shines on both ends of the world, in my heart, but not by my side..."

"The road is too long and I can't forgive you. You are a wound that I can't say. I want to forget, but I can't help but think about it. Everyone has a sadness, who wants to hide but is growing..."

Wang Jingzhe listened to the clear and sad singing on the stage, gradually raised his head and looked at the girl who had cried with pear blossoms and rain not long ago. For a moment, he felt that she was a very story-prone woman.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Chen suddenly asked.

Wang Jingzhe glanced at Kitchen Daowen and said, "I think now that this woman is not something he can fiddle with. This man is too shallow and not suitable for women with such stories."

Cai Daowen opened his mouth and wanted to push him back, but after thinking about it, he forgot it, nodded and repeated: "If you say that, I really won't argue with you. This woman is really not suitable for me."

After the song was finished, the little grass girl swept her eyes to the audience, then quietly stood up, walked off the stage, and walked out of the bar.

For some reason, Mao Xiaocao did not go over to say hello to Wang Jingzhe. She felt that if the two really had fate, even if they met again, they would still fall to the cycle of fate.

Bathed in the luminous light, Mao Xiaocao proudly raised his head and said, "What can I do if I do my destiny and you again?"

In the bar, after the grass left, Wang Jingzhe twisted his neck and saw the woman singing just now disappearing her back.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Chen asked with a sigh.

Wang Jingzhe turned around and said, "It's nothing more, drink... Actually, I suddenly remembered a sentence just now."

"What?"

Wang Jingzhe said: "Young people shouldn't see a woman who is too stunning, otherwise they will be her shadow for the rest of their lives."

Chen Chen said resentfully: "You seem to be talking about it is not me."

Wang Jingzhe looked at him and said to the truth: "Actually, you are also amazing."

Che Chenchen held his cheek with his hands, squinted his crescent eyes and asked, "Will you be my shadow for the rest of your life?"

Wang Jingzhe: "..."

In fact, Wang Jingzhe didn't know how to get back to her. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "I'm still going to have the rest of my life, how can I know?"

At midnight, Wang Jingzhe, Caidaowen and Ding Wu left Muse, and Chen Chen called a detacher home.

In a hotel not far from Sugmus, Xiaocao was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a nightgown, playing with the talisman paper in his hand.

"You may not remember this thing, right?"

That night, Mao Xiaocao fell asleep not long after lying on the bed. Today, she met Wang Jingzhe, and the other party's bloody amnesia did not dispel her thoughts of excitement.

On the contrary, the grass has another kind of longing.
Chapter completed!