A thought is obsessed and trapped in love, and all kinds of entanglements are sad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Forget the heart and curse to break the illusion, but the past is clear.

These four sentences are the essence of the forgetfulness mantra, in fact, Lei Qiansong has long been familiar with it. It's just that from the beginning when he knew, he understood that this was a forbidden technique, and he didn't understand why the Dry Bone Ancestor had created such a spell.

Everything is born from the heart, and the solution is now in mind, but how to do it depends on Lei Qiansong's own decision. Everyone's state of mind is different, not everyone will be obsessed with the realm of power and strength!

Opening his eyes, Lei Qiansong returned to reality. The brows were furrowed, and the face was solemn, this decision was difficult, and it was the first time I had encountered it in so many years. I would never have thought that he, Lei Qiansong, would also have such a day!

"The old man who should have explained to you has explained to you, and you know how to save it. As for whether to use it or not, it's not up to me. No matter how strong the old man's strength is, he is just a wisp of remnant soul, so he can do it himself!"

The voice fell, and the voice of the dry-hearted old man could no longer be heard. Maybe he had also experienced this kind of situation, because in his voice, Lei Qiansong could hear a trace of helplessness, which was unspeakable emotion.

Why is there such a forbidden technique as the Forgetfulness Mantra? Why do you have to take this step? Is there no other way? Lei Qiansong sat cross-legged, his fists clenched, he was really tangled, and he couldn't figure it out!

For the first time in his life, he really faced his feelings, and for the first time he had a heart-pounding feeling, could it have ended like this? The old man with a dry heart must have known, could it be that this was the fate of the disciples of the Dry Bone Sect?

As soon as his mind turned, the corners of Lei Qiansong's mouth turned up, revealing an inexplicable smile: "Hehe...... You already know it, right? That's why the people of the Dry Bones Sect are ruthless, and even the master likes male pets, that's the reason!"

There was no answer, no sound, but Lei Qiansong still said to himself: "The disciple of the Dry Bone Sect, once he steps in, he is destined to be ruthless for a lifetime, this is a curse, once he is emotional, there will be no good end!"

finally figured it out, the withered old man didn't refute, and Lei Qiansong took him as a default. Why is there a forgetfulness mantra? What happened to the old man with a dry heart back then, and it has lasted for so many years!

In the next second, Lei Qiansong suddenly felt his body tremble, and then he couldn't move, a large amount of information poured into his mind, and pictures flashed, familiar, unfamiliar, shocking, incredible!

It was a secret cave where I didn't know where, and the young man should be the old man with a dry heart, and the woman in red in front of him was absolutely beautiful and charming, exuding an aura that charmed all beings.

"Heavenly Maiden, why do you keep being so aggressive? I have already made it very clear that you and I have our own fate, and there is no result. If you let go now, you and I will still be fine......"

"Huh...... Haha...... "The woman looked up to the sky and laughed, it was so sad. The laughter stopped abruptly: "Okay, dry heart, you are decisive enough." If you really don't have the slightest friendship with me, then recite this forgetfulness mantra!"

The fists are clenched, and the green tendons are raised. It can be seen that the old man with a dry heart was in great pain at that time. But I don't know what the reason is, I just refused to agree to the request of the Heavenly Maiden: "Okay, if it has to be like this, then I have nothing to do!"

The hands are sealed, and the formula is constantly changing: "A thought is trapped in love, and all kinds of entanglements are sad." Forget your heart and spell to break the illusion, but the past is clear again!" The runes kept flying, surrounding the two people.

The figures of the two flew up, and after slowly spinning, the feelings of the two people gradually forgot and disappeared. The Celestial Maiden's hair was flying, supporting her last obsession, and there was a hint of hatred in her eyes.

"Dry heart, are you really so determined? Okay, then I will use my love to curse you. Eternal life and eternity, you must not be emotional, including your descendants, once emotional, there will be no good end!"

After an explosion, the cave collapsed completely, and the fragments of memories disappeared in an instant. This is something in the depths of the old man's memory. If it weren't for Lei Qiansong inheriting his power, it wouldn't have been revealed!

"Turns out you're just a poor man. Lei Qiansong sighed helplessly, although he didn't explain why, but the dry-hearted old man should have his own troubles. Now, do you want to take that step?

The power of the heart fire can only temporarily suppress the mutation of the Upper Halal Technique, and once the heart fire prohibition is broken, Mu Rushuang will be even more crazy: "It seems that there is only one way." As long as you can get free, it doesn't matter what happens to me!"

Do the math, the Forgetfulness Mantra should have been handed down thousands of years ago. In other words, there was only one curse at that time, and the Dry Bone Sect had completely borne it and would not continue any longer.

Looking at Mu Rushuang, who was unconscious and sleeping, Lei Qiansong stretched out his hand, and slowly put it down halfway: "Hehe...... It seems that history is really going to repeat itself again, and it is strikingly similar. But it seems to be the other way around!"

Lei Qiansong can be sure that Mu Rushuang is not absolutely ruthless to him, but he is just suppressed by obsession, refusing to admit it, and refusing to release it. But only by completely forgetting can we be completely sober!

His hands were sealed, and a touch of determination flashed in his eyes: "Rushuang, just think of it as the last gift I give you!" Forget everything, start over, and be your iceberg beauty again!"

True Qi rises, runes spin. Boom, boom, boom! Hands stretched out, runes condensed in the chest: "A thought is trapped in love, and all kinds of entanglements are sad." Forget your heart and spell to break the illusion, but the past is clear!"

The runes quickly condensed and turned into a pillar of light. Bang! Bang! Straight line impact, Mu Rushuang's delicate body shook, a huge amount of energy entered the body, her eyes widened, this was also the last time she saw Lei Qiansong, and she fell into a coma again!

Bang! Boom! Lei Qiansong flew out upside down and slammed into the ground, blood spilling out. The phantom of the withered old man reappeared: "Why are you so troubled? You can't let go completely, the backlash of the heart-forgetting spell will make you feel painful!"

"Hehe... Hehe...... I don't want to forget, and I can't forget. I want to use this kind of pain to remind myself all the time, maybe this is what Muyang said. All the pain, I can bear it alone. ”

With difficulty, he staggered to his feet, Lei Qiansong took one last look at Mu Rushuang and left the secret room. In the Dry Bone Hall, Lei Qiansong ordered: "Pass the order, if Miss Mu wakes up after seven days, let her leave!"

Now that you have decided not to do the entanglement, then you have to let go completely. If you can't see it in this life, you can't see it, all the thoughts, all the pain, he Lei Qiansong can bear it alone, and it has nothing to do with others!

"Sect Master, why are you so bothered? I know that we can't be emotional, but I want to try. Now that you have made such a pain, no one can share it for you! The people of the sect have suffered heavy losses, and they are still waiting for you to preside over the overall situation!"

For more than half a month, Lei Qiansong couldn't move his true anger. The power of the Forgetfulness Spell was beyond his imagination. Who made him choose not to forget, every time he misses it, it is like a thousand insects devouring the heart, and there is no cure!