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Feng Lin woke up from the abyss, not remembering who he was or where he came from.
But, he should have been a very powerful person in the past.
Because Feng Lin discovered that even if he was seriously injured and his spells were restricted, none of the demons and ghosts here would dare to approach him casually, but would just follow him from a distance.
Until one day, he rescued a human girl who was bitten and eaten by monsters.
Shu He: "Xiang, Xianggong?"
Feng Lin frowned: Could this girl have been frightened by monsters and be talking nonsense?
He knows magic and is obviously a cultivator. He most likely takes becoming an immortal as his own mission. How could he be addicted to love between men and women, or even marry a wife?
Later——
They lived happily together in the abyss.
Because this girl is obedient and sensible. He knew how to take the initiative to hide when he was fighting monsters, and he knew how to come out in time to give the monster a finishing blow when he defeated the monster.
If you are so obedient and sensible, you can understand even if you don't know how to do laundry and cooking, Feng Lin thought to himself.
And later.
Feng Lin fought with the ancient monster Ruixu. When he was dying, he saw the girl wearing a black dress with a deep and long scar that almost occupied her entire face.
He looked at that terrifying face, and some vague memories gradually came back to life in his mind.
Small theater:
When we first met
Feng Lin said: "How can you prove that I am your husband-in-law?"
Shu He: "You like spicy food, and you don't like anything spicy."
Feng Lin thought of the baskets of hot peppers he found in the Qiankun bag, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. It must be a coincidence.
Shu He: "The right sleeve of your inner garment is turned over and has lotus flowers and lotus leaves embroidered on the edge."
Feng Lin subconsciously covered his sleeves and stared at Shu He warily.
Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Shu He continued: "Then let me tell you something more personal. There is a black mole on your chest, and -"
Feng Lin was afraid that she would say something again, so he rushed forward: "I believe it! I believe it!"
Intention: Never give up
