Chapter 1257

Last night, Wang Lan said something about a Wang, and then Lu Yilan went to Sparta.

Subtle.

The so-called subtlety means that a Wang is waiting for Lu Yilan to save him in this world.

The place he calculated for himself was in a small broken temple in the back mountain of anzhen. The identity he arranged for himself was one from the capital The wounded -

is not a vulgar king.

But it's also fresh and refined.

The vulgar killer is the owner of a building.

Cough, cough.

So Lu Yilan has to go quickly now. If he doesn't go up the mountain to break the temple quickly, ah Wang's blood may have to flow clean.

"Oh, ma'am, you don't have to worry now."

"In this ancient place, there was a saying that saving lives was a mutual promise." Wang Lan kept on chattering, "you went to the broken temple this time and saved the identity of the Lord silver and the benefactor. With his deep feeling for you, he will certainly be willing to help you rewrite the plot ~"

" Wait, I have another question

Lu Yilan suddenly thought of a very key question, "what I save is a Wang who has no memory, right?"

"Yes

"So, without memory, how can he rewrite my memory?"

"Well," he said, "it's very simple."

"As long as the relationship between the master bank and your wife is more than 50%, and you do anything harmful to yourself, the master bank will recover your memory, and you can rewrite your memory at will."

The act of hurting yourself?

Lu Yilan carrying a small basket, casually across a path, "hurt their own behavior refers to what?"

"Let me give you a simple example."

"First of all, you can cut your wrist with a kitchen knife, hang yourself with white silk, or jump into a river at will. In short, as long as your life value is less than 50%, the main silver will wake up ~"

"

Lu Yilan now feels a mouthful of blood in her throat.

mmp。

Suicide? Suicide?

"Is there any other way besides this?"

"Yes." It said briskly, "if the wife thinks that it's cruel to hurt herself, she can choose to hurt the main silver ~"

"as long as you stab him personally and make his heartache value exceed 80, he will recover his memory and ability ~"

"

Lu Yilan: speechless.

Very speechless.

Especially speechless.

Super speechless.

"You can shut up."

Lu Yilan thinks that what Wang Lan says next may be useless. Forget it, what should be or what should be.

No, it's just

It's just cutting your wrist with a knife.

Stepping on a few small withered grass beside the river bank, holding a branch in his hand, Lu Yilan walked deep and shallow, patrolling the route in his memory. Lu Yilan looked at it from a distance, and already saw the small broken temple that Wang Lan said.

Well, here comes the little temple.

She took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

When the door opened, she just glanced at the broken temple to see if there was anyone in it. As a result, there was a sword on her neck.

“……”

The cold blade was placed on the warm neck, and the cold came to my heart.

Lu Yilan looked at the knife handle, and then he saw the man.

He was dressed in black and his face was as pale as paper, but the killing intention in his deep black eyes was not weak at all.

"Who are you?"

There is no doubt that there is only -

cold.

Lu Yilan

"Wanlan, you come out. Didn't you say he fell on the ground and was waiting for me to save him

"What the hell is this?"

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