Qiao Jin came to meet Mo Jiang, and after controlling her, he went directly to the airport to meet Song Yanqing.

When Song Yanqing saw her, he asked in a low voice: "It's all done."

Qiao Jin nodded, and was a little puzzled: "She lost all her memories and only remembered that she was a formation master, which means that she even forgot how she was resurrected."

Song Yanqing was also surprised when he thought of the memories he saw on the female corpse: "Then she doesn't even know what she is carrying on her?"

Qiao Jin shook his head.

Mo Jiang is very similar to her, both of whom lost their memories after being resurrected.

The difference is that Mo Jiang forgot everything except remembering that he was a formation master.

Qiao Jin still knows his identity and many things, just as Mo Jiang said, the things engraved in his bones cannot be forgotten.

But the difference is that no one sacrificed for her, so she had a backlash herself, while Mo Jiang did not.

Because there are already a thousand people paying for her.

The sequelae of resurrection is the loss of part of the memory, and then there are different degrees of distinction based on the resurrection array?

Qiao Jin couldn't help but tickled.

Then this cause and effect is really fair.

"It's good to forget it."

Song Yanqing said: "It may be a good thing for her. Now there is no Qian Cang in their minds. Those who resurrected her will be destined to be disappointed."

If she was the legendary high priest who was carrying the fate of a country, she would probably feel uncomfortable.

Qiao Jin looked at Song Yanqing and said seriously: "Some things cannot be forgotten just by wanting to, but the timing is wrong."

Just like her, her memories will definitely be retrieved, and this has something she has always wondered about.

Mo Jiang will also find her memory, but her opportunity has not appeared.

Song Yanqing chuckled and pulled Qiao Jin's hand: "I know, so before I remember, don't have such a big burden in my heart. Just take one step at a time."

Qiao Jin let him hold his wrist, his voice low: "I don't have any burden."

Even though she knew there were mystery on her body and Song Yanqing, she was not in a hurry.

Some things are useless to be anxious, just like the location of the fan this time. When you should know, clues will naturally appear.

To put it in a modern saying, Qiao Jin not only respects the cause and effect of life, but also Buddhism.

Buddha is distorted.

If a mortal enemy appears, it will appear. At most, it will only last longer.

Song Yanqing pinched her arm and said "yes".

The waiting room is conspicuous enough. In such a quiet moment, Song Yanqing suddenly asked her: "How many days have you taken for a school?"

Qiao Jin: "…"

When Song Yanqing saw her stagnant appearance, she couldn't help but chuckled: "Is it really okay?"

Qiao Jin: "Stay as you go, do my best - you won't fail the exam."

There is still some confidence in this.

Song Yanqing laughed again.

Seeing the girl staring at him with clear eyes, he stopped smiling and said, "I'm going to board the plane, let's go."

He pulled Qiao Jin's wrist and slid down twice, holding her palm.

The girl stared at her, didn't say anything, and then raised her up and looked at the road ahead.

Song Yanqing hooked his lips, his fingertips touched the palm of her hand, and then he pinched it before clamping her palm.

He pulled her all the way until he boarded the plane.
Chapter completed!