He didn't know why he called this person like that, but when he heard this name, he subconsciously called it that.

He thought, that's what he called him before.

And I have called it many times, and now I call it so naturally when I hear this name.

No one responded to him, not even a reply.

Brother Mu Han

He mustered up his courage and called out again.

But it was still swallowed by the darkness.

It seems that it is because of his coma.

Brother Mu Han.

Brother Mu Han.

So he louder and kept calling him, trying to wake him up.

However, every time you scream, the strange sense of familiarity became stronger.

This prompted him to become more and more excited.

Brother Mu Han.

Brother Mu Han.

He screamed louder and louder, and finally he roared hysterically, and a heart-wrenching grief surged in his heart.

Tears gradually crawled into his face.

Woooo, Brother Mu Han

The boy fell to the ground and his inexplicable emotions burst out.

Brother Mu Han

He didn't know why he was so sad.

I don’t know if I heard the boy’s shouting, but the drunkard who had been unconscious finally reacted.

He suddenly frowned slightly on the hospital bed, as if he was not moving.

The frowning was extremely small, but it was really a reaction.

And his small reaction did not make people notice

Brother Mu Han.

As the boy cried, a white light suddenly lit up in the distance, which was particularly obvious in the endless darkness.

The white light was very small, only enough to illuminate the small piece around me. It seemed so weak in the darkness, as if it would be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.

However, it did not.

With the appearance of this white light, countless white lights rush to light up like light bulbs.

The original darkness was swallowed, and the tiny white lights gathered together, and the thousands of fluorescence suddenly became brighter around them.

The boy was stunned and raised his face full of tears.

The sudden brightness made the eyes a little unable to adapt.

Just as the boy was stunned for something, a white light near him swayed.

A strange mirror appeared immediately.

In the mirror, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked down the mountain with a fiery red fox in his arms and half a basket of herbs.

Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Although I like to eat meat, I don't eat fox meat. The young boy's tender voice rang out crisply.

The boy kneeling on the ground stared blankly at the scene in the mirror.

This young boy is still childish, handsome and elegant, full of spiritual energy, and his eyebrows and eyes are particularly familiar.

It's Mu Han, right.

And this scene is so familiar.

Don’t kick your legs. You finally stopped bleeding. After a while, you bleed again. I know you hurt, but it will hurt even more if you stomp around. As Xiao Muhan’s voice sounded again.

The boy looked at the little red fox in his arms.

Isn’t this fox himself?

Although he had no memory and didn't even know what he called, he naturally recognized his true form.

This is Mu Han’s inner world, and this is naturally Mu Han’s memory

The boy's heart was shaken.

They really knew each other.
Chapter completed!