MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 1396 I don't have a big son like you.

If the shrimp dragon **** fighting vehicle is opened on the road in Wenzhou City, it is absolutely very windy... the retro-style chariot, the whole body is crossing the gold. And there are two shrimp dragons pulling in front. Since the shrimps, they are still dragons, have some basic forms of dragons, absolutely shrimp eyes!

However, it is too conspicuous. Not very suitable.

Moreover, it is very likely that the police uncle will detain the vehicle and drive illegally modified vehicles...

Therefore, Song Shuhang transferred the Shrimp Dragons to the core world.

Yukoko and Su Shi’s A-16 are still in a coma. After returning home, they will release the two women.

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Su Shi’s A-16 was transferred to the core world, but Bai Long’s sister did not follow. Like the beauty of the snake, she has the ability to leave the master's actions. The white dragon sister hides his body and floats on the top of Song Shuhang. He curiously looks at the changes in the world.

Song Shuhang went in the direction of his home and took out his mobile phone.

After the phone returns to the world, the time is automatically synchronized.

On October 5, 2019, at 09:32, on Saturday, it turned cloudy.

"Although it is a holiday, but this point, my parents must have woken up." Song Shuhang whispered.

Bai Long softly asked: "Your Dongfu is nearby?"

"Well... my home is on the Beluga whale road. However, it is not a hole." Song Shuhang smiled.

He took a brisk pace and soon returned to his familiar home.

Song Shuhang stood at his door and looked at the door of his home. He felt a familiar and strange feeling in his heart.

"The sequela of dreams." Song Shuhang sighed softly.

In reality, it is just a door that has not been seen in the past month, but emotionally, he seems to have not returned home for hundreds of years, so that he can not help but create a feeling of 'small and small home away from home'.

"I am back." Song Shuhang whispered, and he reached out and pressed the doorbell.

"Come." The mother who opened the door was Song.

The mother of Song is younger and younger, and she is really growing up. When Song’s mother was young, she was the department’s flower. Now she and Song Shuhang stand together, really like a younger brother.

"Mom, I am back." Song Shuhang took a deep breath and was excited.

I haven’t seen my mother’s touch for hundreds of years, and I can’t describe it in words. If he is a character, he must now rush into his mother's arms and cry.

Song’s mother looked at the tall young man in front of her face and looked awkward.

After a long while, Song’s mother wondered: “Who are you?”

Who are you?

Who?

what?

Song’s mother’s words echoed in Song’s mind.

"I am, book air. My appearance has not changed?" Song Shuhang subconsciously touched his face, not when he was attached to the dream of the "Emperor", affecting his appearance, leading to his mother can not recognize Is he coming?

"Book Airlines? This name is a bit familiar..." Song Mama stared at Song Shuhang, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey Song? Are you called Ba Song?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

There is a bad feeling in his heart.

Ms. Song seems to have no way of remembering him. She can only report his sacred name by the ability of the Seal of the Holy Land to refrain from knowing the king. Is it that the effect of [Tiandao Small Black House] has not dissipated?

No, we have already come out of the small black house of Heaven. Everyone’s memory should be restored, right?

Is it that the recovery of memory requires a time buffer?

"Mom, look at me carefully. I am your son's book." Song Shudao - maybe maybe my mother would look at him and think of him?

"Mr. Ba Song does not make a joke, my child, he died shortly after he was born..." Song Mama looked sad.

Song Shuhang: "Ha?"

What? Born? What?

When did I die? Looking at the sky, I don’t know when I died.

Is it... I have crossed into a parallel world? In this world, poor Mr. Song Shuhang accidentally hanged shortly after he was born?

For a moment, hundreds of possibilities and speculations floated in Song Shuhang’s mind.

"What happened?" At this moment, another low man's voice was low.

The young version of Song Dad walked out of the house. He was wearing a nightgown and looked tired.

Song Dad saw Song Shuhang and grabbed his head: "Hey? This little brother is very familiar."

[Dad still has an impression of me? 】

Song Shuhang’s heart is a joy: “I am, Dad, I am a book carrier. Are you really not impressed me?”

"Mr. Ba Song, don't make a joke. I don't have a big son like you... Our child died shortly after he was born more than a decade ago." Song Dad waved, and then his face squeezed out. Sad expression.

I don't have such a big son like you~

I don't have a son like you~

Song Shuhang: "..."

"However, Mr. Ba Song, you don't have to worry about our husband and wife. In fact, the sadness of the child has passed for more than ten years, we have forgotten the sorrow. And, next, we are going to re-require a child." Song Dad continued.

After all, his eyes looked tenderly at Song mother.

The mother of Song’s cooperation is in his arms.

The two did not care about the feelings of their own son, and sprinkled the dog food in person.

Song Shuhang: "Ha?"

Song mother looked cheeky: "In fact, I was in a dangerous period in those days, maybe we already have a second child. I have to go to the test these days."

Song Dad: "This time I want a daughter, my daughter is intimate."

Song mother smiled and said: "We can have two more children. Now we have a second child policy. Our first child died, so I should be able to apply for a third child."

"Okay, everything depends on you." Song Dad said.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Your eldest son, who is now aborted, is standing in front of you, eating your dog food.

Song Shuhang felt at this time that he had just made Peas.

No, Peas are married, can't use Japanese Peas again...

Not right, the wedding of Peas has already blown...

Song Shuhang sighed at the temple and sighed.

It seems that after the jailbreak, the side effect of ‘天道小黑屋’ will not disappear.

Moreover, the power of transparency in Tiandao Xiaowuwu is more serious than he imagined.

For example, now.

Song Dad and Song Mama, who were chatting with him, turned back. The two looked at each other with deep affection. After they exchanged two sentences with each other, the two turned their heads to look at Song Shuhang... they forgot him.

"Hey? This little brother is so familiar, when I was young, I was a bit like." Song Dad said.

"Is Mr. Baru? Who are you looking for?" asked Song Mother.

Song Shuhang: "..."

If you don't know that the 'Umbrella Man' is still in Bishuige, Song Shuhang almost thought that he ran Wenzhou City and passed his exclusive practice to Song Dad and Song Mama.

After a long while, Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched: “Sorry, I pressed the wrong doorbell.”

Then, he held his heart, and waved his hand to Song Dad and Song Mama, and quietly left.

With his current strength, quietly returning to his room, it is easy.

However, under the premise that Song Dad and Song Mama could not remember him, even if they returned to their room, it would be meaningless.

Sister Bailong stretched out his claws and patted Song Shuhang’s head gently: “You don’t have to be sad, you have already come out of ‘天道小黑屋’, there is always a way to remove ‘identity transparency’.”

"White Dragon sister does not have to worry, this level of blow is like a drizzle for me." Song Shuhang smiled.

Hundreds of years of onion, the ghost life of several hundred years of research, coupled with the experience of resurrection of a pattern of death, his heart has evolved from a hard iron to a hard super alloy.

"If the influence of 'Little Black House' has not disappeared yet... then Su Shi A XVI and Yu Rozi are still in this state." Song Shu Channel.

In that case, Su Shi’s Aqi and Lingdie Zun also forgot the sixteen and Yukozi?

Will the Spirit Butterfly Supreme not have an accident?

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"Where are you going to go next?" asked White Dragon sister.

"First find a hotel nearby to stay, and after the 7th is the banquet of the snow fairy, I will rush to the banquet. Right... the white predecessors must recognize me. If the whites have retired When the state came out, I went to eat the feast with him." Song Shudao.

There is a small hotel on the Beluga Whale Road.

Song Shuhang came to the front desk.

"Hello, sir. Are you going to check in? Is there an appointment?" The little girl at the front desk of the hotel smiled at Song Shuhang.

"Without an appointment, give me a single room and live until the end of the 6th." Song Shuhang handed his ID card.

"Okay, sir." The little girl took over the identity card of Song Shuhang.

In the present world, all the images and materials about Song Shuhang have become transparent.

Song Shuhang’s ID card was carried in the ‘天道小黑屋’ because of his personal belongings. The information on it was not erased.

The little girl took the ID card and registered it, and then returned the ID card to Song Shuhang.

And then……

The little girl will forget Song Shuhang.

She looked down on the computer for a moment and suddenly looked confused.

Then she looked up and looked at Song Shuhang: "Hey? Hello... Are you Mr. Ba Song? You want to stay? Have an appointment?"

Song Shuhang’s heart is good.

"Is there a room? I want a single room. You should have already registered for me." Song Shuhang said.

The little girl looked confused.

She looked down at the computer: "Hey? I just registered, but I don't have any information on it... strange, how is this?"

Song Shuhang: "..." The effect of Tiandao Small Black House is so overbearing?

The little girl looked thoughtful.

After a moment, she looked up: "Hey? Hello... Are you Mr. Baru? Are you going to stay? There are pre-..."

"No, I just came over and strolled." Song Shudao.

I am still looking for a place to wait for the white predecessors. If you spend the night, return to your core world or sneak back to your home for the night.

After leaving the hotel, Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone and opened the number of the ‘most survivor’ and called him.