"It's really okay, it's nothing, it's just a black shadow, it's nothing."

Feng Xinglang said as if comforting himself, but his warmth did not reach Yuwen Luoshuang's palm, but was bounced back by a stronger force. At the same time, Feng Xinglang gathered the original spiritual power in his body onto his palm, trying to transmit the spiritual power to Yuwen Luoshuang's body, but after several trials, he was bounced back to his original position by the power from nowhere.

As if he felt Feng Xinglang's action, Yuwen Luoshuang immediately pulled his palm back and looked at Feng Xinglang's eyes with cold eyes, just like looking at a stranger.

"I asked for the last time, what was going on?"

"I'll make it easier for you to say, don't get angry."

Finally, the black shadow standing beside him moved his mouth slightly, and Feng Xinglang's face turned slightly pale. I don't know what kind of reaction it should have, but such sadness and joy were too cruel for him.

"The black flame between your eyebrows is the exclusive mark of the Demon Realm. Anyone who escapes into the Demon Realm will have such marks. But you have not escaped into the Demon Realm, so this mark was not branded by the Demon Realm."

"What is that?"

"Because the Demon King had previously injected a magic weapon that had forgotten its past in your mind, and that magic weapon was exclusive to the demon world, so after a while the magic weapon merged with you. So you would have a strong headache some time ago, which means that the magic weapon has begun to slowly penetrate into your body."

"What's going on next?"

"If the magic weapon is completely integrated with you, you will become a member of the Demon Realm and be the supreme king. Because this black flame is the exclusive identity symbol of the Demon Realm."

As the black shadow fell, Yuwen Luoshuang became a little depressed. What will happen if she joins the Demon World?

"Why are there magic weapons in my mind that I have forgotten my past?"

"I don't know, either."

The black shadow looked at Feng Xinglang meaningfully. They never knew that the consequences of the magic weapon would be like this. If such a result were met, there would be no such thing as before.

Feng Xinglang, who was standing by the side, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and he could see Yuwen Luoshuang's slightly frowning face from his direction. His heart ached slightly. He thought she could spend such a thing safely, but she was safe, but she was willing to give up all her memories.

Yuwen Luoshuang looked at herself in the teacup in front of her, and suddenly felt as if she had remembered something, and her whole head suddenly began to thrill. Because she couldn't bear the strong pain, she suddenly leaned on the table and hugged her whole head in her hand.

Feng Xinglang on the side hugged her whole body in his arms anxiously, and as her body trembled, he began to twitch slightly. Then, Feng Xinglang used the spiritual energy around him to calm Yuwen Luoshuang's concentration slightly, and then she gradually became quiet, but her facial expression was still extremely uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!