As the saying goes, three people make a tiger, after Xi'er listened to Bronya and Mei Yi's "advice", she finally gave up the idea of ​​​​getting Fu Hua's hand.

"Okay, I have almost collected the materials for tonight. I think everyone is the same, right?"

Rita suddenly smiled evilly and took out a portable recording device from her pocket.

"Of course~"

Mei Yi and Theresa also smiled at each other and took out the same equipment from different places.

"Now that the side dishes are here, what are you waiting for?"

"Go back to your room to generate electricity~"

The goal has been achieved, and the group of people will naturally no longer ask for trouble and listen in the corner all night.

Once you get the original soundtrack material, you can use AI technology to replace the protagonist with yourself~

Isn't this much better than listening to a corner?

The power of technology makes life more exciting!

Xier:? ? ?

Why has no one ever reminded me to prepare this in advance?

Do you not regard me as one of your own at all?

Xi'er's cheeks were bulging with anger, and she was very embarrassed and annoyed that everyone didn't take her to play with them.

This expression was relieved until Bronya promised to give her a copy of all the soundtracks collected.

In the end, several people left talking and laughing, leaving Fu Hua alone on the ground unconscious.

However, at this time, Fu Hua could no longer sense the outside world. Her consciousness was like a small boat, bumping back and forth in the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness, and could capsize and be swallowed at any time.

In the depths of this endless dream, staring at myself beyond recognition...

"Hello, Ms. Fu Hua."

The storm suddenly subsided, the roaring tide disappeared, and only pure white remained as far as the eye could see.

The white-haired doll girl was sitting on a high chair, with an unreal smile on her face.

"you....."

Galati suddenly appeared, and Fu Hua was confused for a moment.

Fu Hua: What was I doing just now?

Oh yes, I fainted from anger.

Could it be said that when I suddenly fainted just now, it was Galati who was secretly doing something?

That must be the case!

It's all Galati's fault! Otherwise, how could I be knocked out so easily?

"what did you do to me!?"

Fu Hua showed a vigilant expression, preparing for a sneak attack that might come at any time.

"Relax, Ms. Fu Hua."

"I didn't do anything, I just looked through your memory a little bit."

"—It's such a long and magnificent life, but..."

"Why does failure always occur throughout your life? You know what I mean, whether it is on the battlefield or in love, you seem to have been playing the role of a loser."

Fu Hua:? ? ?

What words, what words are these?

Anyone can step on me, right?

"How can you taint someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Fu Hua opened his eyes wide, his cheeks turned red, and veins popped out on his forehead, and he argued:

"Everything in life is nothing more than failure followed by success!"

"Then I didn't expect you to succeed~" Galati spread her hands, "I didn't do anything about you being knocked out."

Fu Hua:......

"Noisy! What on earth do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to chat with you."

Galati jumped off the chair and walked slowly to Fu Hua:

"Aren't you curious about your past? There are so many beautiful memories, but now you can't remember them at all. What a pity~"

"In the last game, your old friend Kevin tried to help you, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."

"I was thinking at that time, if I could help you recover all your memories, would your competitiveness as a woman be greatly improved?"

"Just like those women in the paradise, they are always An Zhen Cinnabar Moles and Bai Yueguang. You should have been one of them, right?"

"..."

"I can't trust you."

Fu Hua admitted that she did feel excited for a moment just now.

But she also understands that there is no free lunch in the world. If you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price.

"Of course you can't trust me, after all we are enemies."

"This also means that there are some things that I can just do if I want to, and your opinion doesn't matter to me at all."

The girl stretched out her index finger and gently placed it on Fu Hua's forehead, raised her thumb, and made a shooting gesture.

"When a gun is here, it has to be fired."

"About me wanting to help you...Red Kite Immortal, I didn't lie."

"bang~"

The girl blinked and added the sound effect of firing.

Fu Hua was still wondering what kind of plane Galati was building, but the sharp pain from her brain, like being penetrated by a bullet, made her lose consciousness in an instant.

"Done."

Looking at Fu Hua lying on the ground, Galati clapped her hands with satisfaction.

"The weak Fu Hua has been killed by me myself. Our main goal is to destroy with one hand and then stand up again."

"Next, I will repair your body to its most perfect state."

"Now that you have restored all your memory and strength, you will definitely be able to bring a different kind of surprise to An Zhen!"

"The more I think about it, the more I look forward to it..."

——

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PS: It seems that the second wave of influenza A is in progress. My whole body is sore and I have been running a low fever. I am in very bad condition...

Gan, when did I become so sick and weak?

740-The story between him and her begins

In the boundless darkness, Fu Hua, who suffered fatal trauma, regained consciousness.

[Hey, wake up, you slept for too long. 】

The lively voice rang in his ears, making Fu Hua stunned.

"...I...who...?"

Fu Hua, an elderly girl with a girl's body and an old woman's heart, acted very confused, murmuring in a low voice, and had no idea about the situation.

[Oh, don’t do this! Now, unlike in the past, your brain is not damaged at all. 】

[Hurry through the memory bank and find out who you are, we still have a lot of things to do~]

[For example... grab a strong husband? 】

Fu Hua:......

"Who are you?"

Compared to his current situation, Fu Hua was still more curious about who this guy who had been chattering in his ears since just now was.

【I? I am your "self", okay? It is the most original and authentic you. 】

At this time, another plain and inhumane ethereal voice appeared—

"I am your "superego", don't worry, you are not schizophrenic or crazy, we are you."

["Self" has not been born yet, because you don't know who you are yet. Go and remember, without any one of them, you can't be you. 】

[Remember well, you are...]

Memories of the past flooded into Fu Hua's consciousness, like a tide, flashing back scene after scene, as if they had been dormant for a long time, just waiting for Fu Hua's order.

Fu Hua saw many images:

A girl standing alone in the cold wind, a warrior holding a golden sword, a ruthless killer, an independent immortal...

"They are all... me?"

"They were you."

[They are part of you, do you understand? 】

[By the way, since we are reminiscing about the past, how can we not appreciate this most exciting part? This is where dreams begin~]

[Let me serve it to you quickly! 】

Without Fu Hua's consent at all, a memory was forced into her mind—

More than 50,000 years ago, China.

The sun had already hidden half of his body behind the mountains, and the afterglow was slanting down. Surrounded by this light, the young man walked into the girl's martial arts gym.

The young man has an extraordinary handsome appearance, like an immortal, but he looks a little frail. He wears a pair of plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, is dressed like a scholar, and is holding a thermos cup in his hand.

Such a person, no matter how you look at it, seems to have nothing to do with martial arts.

"I'm very sorry for coming here rashly."

The man smiled gently at Fu Hua, "But it shouldn't be time to call it a day behind closed doors, right?"

"It's not closed yet, it's just..."

Fu Hua, who was still a real girl at this time, stared at the young man in front of her with a confused look:

"Have we met somewhere before?"

"Hahaha, many girls have said similar things to me~"

A hint of imperceptible embarrassment flashed in the young man's eyes, "For a cute girl like you, I am willing to give you a positive answer, but deceiving you will make my conscience condemned."

"So...unfortunately, today is the first time we meet, and we haven't had any interactions before."

[Just kidding, I actually have no conscience at all. 】

"Really?" The girl still looked very doubtful, "But you really look like the big brother who took the lead a few weeks ago to stand up for his younger brother..."

youth:......

What words, what words are these?

I've deliberately put on this outfit, how can you still associate me with the gangster leader?

Besides, those guys are not real gangsters!

They were just a group of college students who had enough to eat and had nothing to do. They were just conducting a sociological experiment to experience gangster life. After the experiment, they had to submit a paper to me as the basis for final grade evaluation!

Alas, my family members don’t know that taking an elective course that is not important part-time is very tiring, right?

"Brother taking the lead? Hahahahaha, little sister, you are so interesting. Can you actually connect me with such a person on the road?"

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