543 The Real World 1

At the same time, in an ancient building complex thousands of miles away, the door of the secret room, which had been closed, slowly opened. A man in a black robe walked out.

The man's facial features are deep and handsome like a knife, his angular outline, sharp and deep eyes, and his black clothes can't hide the innate kingly aura of his body.

The shadow guard guarding the door, when he saw the man, bowed respectfully and saluted, "Young Master."

Feng Lihen walked out of the long secret passage. It was a dark night outside the house, the moonlight poured down, and the mountains were shrouded in the soft moonlight. He squinted at the bright moon, and a trace of confusion appeared in the bottom of his deep eyes.

Why can't I remember anything after waking up from these attacks.

Every time he woke up, his heart felt as if someone was holding him tightly, and there was a trace of pain.

It's a strange feeling, as if I've lost something, but I can't remember anything.

What's even more strange is that he wants to go to sleep all the time.

His sword brows were slightly wrinkled, and he felt inconceivable at the thoughts pouring out of his heart.

Is there a serious tendency for his illness? !

It seems to be looking for Doctor Xue to take a look.

Feng Lihen raised his finger slightly, and a black shadow appeared silently.

"Invite Divine Doctor Xue."

"Yes."

The black shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye, without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The next morning, when the boy Mo opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing around him. He was startled at first, and soon his pink face was full of joy. After the little guy dressed quickly, he walked out of the room and saw Bei Yutang carrying breakfast into the main room.

"Mother." The boy Mo's soft and waxy voice sounded.

Bei Yutang looked at the cute little bun in front of her and said softly, "Wash up and have breakfast."

"Yeah." The kid Mo nodded obediently, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

After breakfast, Bei Yutang took the boy Mo to the town. This time they did not walk over, but directly rode the ox cart from the village to and from the town. Along the way, people would stop the car from time to time.

The people in the car were basically villagers nearby, but many people recognized the owner of this body that Bei Yutang joined.

"Yo, isn't this the peach girl." One of the women's eyes kept looking at the clothes on Bei Yutang and the boy Mo.

Bei Yutang looked at the woman, and flipped through the original owner's fragmentary memory, which was about her.

This person is from the next village and a widow. She belongs to the same category as Muzhitao. They are both savage women with a bad reputation in the village. In Muzhitao's memory, the last memory about her is Mu Zhitao asked her to borrow money, but she was put off by her.

In the past, this one had borrowed a lot of money from Muzhitao, and the number of repayments was very small.

Mu Zhitao is a big-hearted person, and he forgets it in a blink of an eye, which also causes Yang to not repay every time he borrows.

In the eyes of the surrounding people, Mu Zhitao and the Yang family are friends, and even Mu Zhitao thinks so, but in Bei Yutang's eyes, the other party just regards her as a big head.

"Sister Yang." Bei Yutang called out indifferently.

Yang's hand unconsciously touched the clothes on her body, and said with a tut, "I see that the clothes on your body are made of cotton. It looks more beautiful than linen."

That tone, that look, obviously coveted the clothes she was wearing.

Bei Yutang laughed and didn't mean to speak.

Seeing this, Mrs Yang's smile faded a bit, and she spoke with a bit of mockery in her tone, "Yo, this is a fortune, so I don't recognize people anymore."