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

Song Yanqing saw her and asked in a low voice, "It's all handled."

Qiao Jin nodded, and was a little puzzled: "She has lost all her memories, but she only remembers that she is an array mage. In other words, she has forgotten how she was resurrected."

Song Yanqing thought of the memories she saw on the female corpse, and she was a little surprised: "Then she doesn't even know what she is carrying on her back?"

Qiao Jin shook his head.

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

The difference was that Mo Jiang had forgotten everything except for remembering that he was an array mage.

Qiao Jin still knows his identity and many things, just like Mo Jiang said, the things that are inscribed in his bones cannot be forgotten.

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

Because her price has been paid for her by a thousand people.

The sequelae of the resurrection is the loss of part of the memory, and then there are different degrees of distinction according to the resurrection circle?

Qiao Jin couldn't help but tsk.

Then this cause and effect is really fair.

"It's good to forget."

Song Yanqing said, "It might be a good thing for her. Now that they don't have the Qiancang in their minds, the wishes of those who resurrect her are destined to fail."

If she is the legendary high priest, bearing the fate of a country, I am afraid she will feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Qiao Jin looked at Song Yanqing and said seriously: "Some things can't be forgotten if you want to, but the timing is wrong."

Just like her, her memory will definitely be retrieved, and this is related to something she has been puzzled by.

Mo Jiang would also retrieve her memory, but her opportunity didn't show up.

Song Yanqing chuckled lightly and took Qiao Jin's hand: "I know, so before I remember it, don't have such a heavy burden in my heart, just take one step and look at it."

Qiao Jin let him pull his wrists, his voice was low: "I have no burden."

Even if she knew there was a mystery in her and Song Yanqing, she was not in a hurry.

Some things are useless in urgency, just like the location of the fan this time, clues will naturally appear when you know it.

To paraphrase the words of modern people, Qiao Jin not only respects the cause and effect of life, but also Buddhism.

The buddha's shame.

If the enemy appears, he will appear, at most, he will live longer.

Song Yanqing squeezed her arm and let out an "um".

The two people are conspicuous enough in the VIP waiting room. In such a quiet moment, Song Yanqing suddenly asked her: "How many days off did you take your school?"

Qiao Jin: "..."

Seeing her stagnant appearance, Song Yanqing couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Does it really matter?"

Qiao Jin: "Follow the situation, and do my best-I won't fail."

This confidence is still there.

Song Yanqing chuckled again.

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

He took Qiao Jin's wrist, slid down twice, and reached her palm.

The girl stared at it, did not speak, then lifted up and looked at the road ahead.

Song Yanqing hooked her lips, touched her palm with her fingertips, and squeezed it before she clasped her palm.

Pulled her all the way until she boarded the plane.

After two and a half hours, the two arrived in Wucheng from the Imperial Capital.