Chapter 483

It's like the whole person fell into the abyss and kept falling. Jiujiu only felt that she was not herself. Her eyelids became more and more heavy, and even her breathing became weak.

At the moment when Jiujiu fainted, Han Jie was stunned.

It is undeniable that he really had the idea of letting Jiujiu conceive his children first and then get married, but the problem is that he hasn't put it into action. Even he just touched his chest through his clothes, but Jiujiu suddenly fainted.

Now it's not the ancient time when he was about to dip into the pig cage. It's not that he fainted when he touched it.

Han Jie recalled the soft hand feeling just now, picked up Jiujiu and walked out to ask the housekeeper to call an ambulance.

I don't know how long it fell, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, or maybe a long time. After everything stopped, Jiujiu saw a stone.

It is said that the stone may have wronged it, because it is big. How big is it? At least it is much bigger than Jiujiu.

The stone emits a misty white light in the dark scenery, like the only light source in the dark. Jiujiu almost subconsciously walks towards the stone, raises her hand and gently touches it. A series of memories flow into her mind like a tide.

About the original. Everything about ayin, about Li San, everything about her and ayin.

Many, many memories, like a tide, wash Jiujiu's knowledge of the sea, almost forcing Jiujiu to accept those memories.

When Jiujiu opened her eyes again, her eyes were already wet, and Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun didn't know when they stood behind her.

I haven't seen you for a long time. Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun are very excited when they see Jiujiu. They rush into Jiujiu's arms before Jiujiu reacts. Xiaobai sits in Jiujiu's arms, stretches out his pink tongue and gently licks Jiujiu's face, while steamed stuffed bun stands on Jiujiu's shoulder and rubs Jiujiu's shoulder with his hairy head. They look gentle.

Jiujiu raised her hand and rubbed Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun's small head, whispered, "I've wronged you."

"Master, I want to die." Xiaobai whispered while licking Jiujiu's small face. "That Jiuli is dead. He locked me and steamed stuffed bun in a small black room and won't let us out. Whining, master, I want to die. I want to die."

Xiaobai rubbed around in Jiujiu's arms like a little milk dog. How can you see that he is a divine beast? He is a real milk dog.

The system steamed stuffed bun boasting to be tall is much more implicit than Xiaobai, but the small action of the small head rubbing Jiujiu's shoulder has not stopped. Like that, I want to stick my whole body to Jiujiu's body.

Jiuyi held Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun in his arms and kissed them on their little heads one by one. Then he asked, "how did Jiuli let you out?"

Hearing Jiujiu ask himself Jiuli, Xiaobai stops with steamed stuffed bun and blinks her little glasses. Obviously, her little face is covered with a layer of white, but Jiujiu still sees a clue.

Jiuli sealed his memory, but the memory of Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun was not sealed. Therefore, why did Xiaobai and steamed stuffed bun show this expression of desire to talk and stop.

Jiujiu's face became serious in an instant and asked almost strongly, "what's the matter with Jiuli?"

"Master, don't you know that Jiuli is dead?" Xiaobai wondered that Jiuli didn't know that Jiuli was dead. While learning the look of steamed stuffed bun, he licked his claws and muttered: "he is just a separate body. He died after he died with Murong Zhao some time ago."

"He died with murongzhao?" Jiujiu repeated.

"HMM." Xiaobai shook his head and looked at Jiujiu suspiciously. Then he whispered: "I used to wonder why Jiuli could catch me and steamed stuffed bun. Later, I found out that he was a part of God."

"God?" Jiujiu blinked and looked at Xiaobai puzzled.

Xiaobai sighed: "in fact, I don't know. Jiuli told me when he died. He is a part of God. Murong Zhao is God's memory. He bet Murong Zhao that if Murong Zhao can win your master's favor, he will set Murong Zhao free. If Murong Zhao can't get your master's favor, he will be obediently integrated with God, but..."

"Just what?"

"But Murong Zhao lost, but he went back on his word. He didn't want to go back to God. Jiuli had no choice but to force Murong Zhao to be one with him. But I don't know where Murong Zhao learned that Jiuli was a part of God, so he died with Jiuli. Jiuli released me and steamed stuffed bun before he died. Let's help the master find God's memory and save God."

Jiujiu was hurt by Xiaobai's words. She rubbed her forehead and asked suspiciously, "who is God?"

"Master, don't you know who God is?" Xiaobai stared at Jiujiu in surprise, looked at Jiujiu in amazement, closed his chin for a long time and whispered, "but master, aren't you God's wife? How can you not know who God is?"

Hearing the name of his wife, Jiujiu's heart moved and understood in an instant.

"You mean, ain is God?"

"Well!" Xiaobai nodded, "he is a God, otherwise the master thinks why he can accurately find you every time?"

"But shouldn't God be high?"

"I don't know, but now God has no memory, and he is still exiled in three thousand worlds. If the master doesn't help God find his memory, he will disappear." Xiaobai said anxiously: "Jiuli said that God has been looking for his master you, but without memory, he is like a bird without wings. Now his divine consciousness is very weak. If the master doesn't help him again, he will fall."

Jiujiu drooped her eyes and said, "I know."

Jiujiu finished, looked at Xiaobai and said, "how can we go back without Jiuli?"

"Master, didn't you find out? Jiuli gave you everything long ago." Xiaobai explained in a low voice: "Jiuli gave everything to his master a long time ago, but you didn't find it, but when the master's attribute value is full, you will know everything."

"OK." Jiujiu picked up Xiaobai, kissed him, and whispered, "how can we help ain?"

"Jiuli said that we should first find God's memory fragments. But no one knows how many God's memory fragments are." Xiaobai sighed rather tangled.

Jiujiu raised her hand and rubbed her small white hairy head. She said softly, "it doesn't matter. Where there is a will, there is a way. AI Yin can always find me, and I can always find him."