Mu Luo was sitting not far away. She shook her head slightly disappointed, but the next second, He Chaosheng's eyes fell on her.
Mu Luo was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until He Chaosheng turned her head back silently that she breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, even He Chaosheng cannot see anyone with a negative presence.
As the old saying goes: time will dilute everything.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Chaosheng, I... I don't know what happened when I woke up this morning. I really want to think about Master, but..." Ying Xueer knocked on her head and said, "But my head There seems to be nothing in there, it’s strange, isn’t it?”
"Me too..." He Chaosheng clenched his fists and said, "Is this another trick she wants to escape? I knew...sooner or later there will be such a day! You may one day forget who your master is, but I definitely can’t forget.”
Although He Chaosheng said it with full confidence, the system settings are the framework of the world and cannot be changed.
He Chaosheng left, and Mu Luo had nothing to do, so he followed He Chaosheng. Anyway, no one could notice her now, and the wine was like wearing an invisibility cloak.
He Chaosheng first went to the study and stayed for an hour, going over some of the things that the acting head had to take care of. After coming out, he went back to his residence and lay on the bed in a daze.
"He Chaosheng, does this kid usually spend his time like this? It's so boring..." Mulo lay on the table and muttered: "Shouldn't he actively participate in social activities?"
[System: My dear host, let me tell you that you have lowered your sense of presence too low. Now, like Ah Piao, you have no sense of presence at all. You can only rely on daily points for the next two hundred points. 】
Mulo rolled his eyes and said, "That's enough. Since my enlightenment, my daily points have increased tenfold. In three to five days, I will definitely be able to complete my merits."
He Chaosheng lay on the bed for a while, then suddenly stood up. When he raised his hand, a thin thread spread from his palm, leading straight to Mu Luo and the mark on her neck...
"Hiss... I forgot about this trick..." Muluo paused on the spot, watching the thin line connecting him, but He Chaosheng had a blank look on his face, as if all he saw was a void...
[System: Stop talking... He Chaosheng will probably notice you. To be honest, this mark is really a bug...]
"Shaking Light Immortal Lord...are you there?" He Chaosheng walked step by step towards the end of the line. He stared at Mulo, staring at the void that seemed to not exist, frowned and said, "Is it possible that the mark is also there?" Will something go wrong? No...I can feel that you are nearby, but why..."
He Chaosheng mustered up the courage and stretched out his hand to fish. Sure enough, he caught a person. The shape of Mu Luo who was touched gradually appeared, but what He Chaosheng saw in his eyes was still a ball of white light... blurry.
"The Immortal..." He Chaosheng's eyes suddenly turned red: "What's going on? Is it a dream of mine, or is the Immortal trying to avoid me deliberately... Why can't I see... I can't see anything."
Mu Luo didn't dare to speak. Being so close, he was afraid that his true identity would be exposed if he spoke.
He Chaosheng grabbed her clothes in panic and refused to let go, and Mu Luo was a little reluctant to let go, but in the end he picked up the knife and dropped it, discarding a piece of clothes and escaping from his grasp.
The piece of white gauze fell into He Chaosheng's hands, and the line connecting the mark gradually faded. He found that the face in his memory began to become blurry. Only the appearance of the person he met for the first time under the sun and moonlight remained. The white clothes of snow.
"No, it shouldn't be like this!" He Chaosheng swept the things on the table to the ground, took out a pen and paper, and sketched in a hurry.
Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked into the rice paper. In just a moment, the memory was gone.
He looked at the half-image of the painting and couldn't find where to put his pen...
His red eyes were filled with tears. He sat next to the afterimage and burst into tears.
Mulo watched from a distance and suddenly asked: "System, tell me... did I do something wrong..."
[System: Judging from Ying Xueer's reaction, your initial assumption should be fine. Lowering your sense of presence can indeed pull you away more completely, but... He Chaosheng, maybe he is different. 】
Indeed, no matter who He Chaosheng is, the point of being deeply affectionate is the same.
"Maybe it will be fine in two days. A big living person suddenly disappeared. He must get used to it, right?" Mu Luo glanced at He Chaosheng one last time and left in a hurry.
A few days later, when Mu Luo returned home and had accumulated enough points, Ying Xueer no longer remembered her at all. Although she still said "My master is Yaoguang Immortal Lord" verbally, she seemed to no longer care about Yaoguang Immortal Lord. Who is he?
He Chaosheng has been very calm these past few days, handling matters related to the Beidou peaks seriously, and has also learned a lot from his uncles.
On the day before Mu Luo left, he went to see He Chaosheng. He was waiting for Yun Ze to come out of seclusion.
Seeing Yun Ze walking out of the cave, Mulo also smiled happily: "Okay, these people I know have all been seen, and it's time for me to leave."
[System: Do you want to leave now? If you don't watch for a while, the relationship between master and apprentice may improve. 】
Mulo laughed out loud and joked to himself: "Yes, it will indeed be a lot better without me, the beauty and trouble."
When Yun Ze came out of seclusion, he still looked very cold towards He Chaosheng. The two of them walked down the mountain steps one after another. When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, Yun Ze suddenly remembered something and said: "He Chaosheng, you can Remember, I confiscated something from you before, but now... I can’t remember why I confiscated it, so I’ll give it back to you.”
He Chaosheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently.
Yun Ze took out a painting scroll from his sleeve. He did not hold it firmly when delivering it and the scroll fell apart. It was He Chaosheng who had painted a picture of beauty under the moon.
The moment the picture unfolded, both people's eyes lit up...
Under the moonlight, Mulo was dressed in white and looked into the distance as if he was melancholy. Although he could no longer remember who was in the painting, the long-standing feeling of loss was filled.
He Chaosheng held the scroll, touched the face of the person in the painting carefully, and said with a smile: "Master... I feel like I have fallen in love with a painting, what do you think?"
"Me too..." Yun Ze's voice was slightly hoarse, and before he finished speaking, he could only sigh.
Yun Ze continued walking down the mountain, telling him as he walked: "Put this painting away. Since it is something you like, you should treasure it."
Mu Luo didn't expect that after he died, he would leave behind a... portrait?
"Let's go, system, it's time for us to go home."
[System: Congratulations on completing your goal in this world. You are about to return the bed to the real world. Please sit still and hold it firmly...]
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