She Forgot, He Died Seven Times

Mo Ming, the living history book of Kongsang, has a photographic memory, but only forgot one person. A hairpin with blood-stained white jade and green scales was the only hole in her vast memory. It stung her nerves and aroused the first fear: "This thing is evil. If you mess with it, you will be in disaster!" Before the disaster comes, the murderous intention comes first! In Sitian's prison, a man in blood-clothed clothes forced his way in. He was injured several times and his life was hanging by a thread! The moment when the law enforcement disciple's sword is at his neck—— Mo Ming accidentally saved this "stranger" with a lie. Their eyes met, and their hearts palpitated inexplicably. She leaned forward to explore, but his blood-stained hand touched her eyebrows. Boom! The memory fragments of six reincarnations burst into my mind! Rainstorm! Blood curtain! That bloody face smiled miserably at her six times! Six more times ruthlessly erased! "This time... Can you remember me?" He was as angry as a gossamer, and his eyes were filled with humble prayers that would burn for seven lifetimes. The words fell and the person passed away. Died in her still blank memory. The cold body in his arms, the sharp pain of tearing his soul apart, was the only proof: he had died seven times for her. This time, she tore apart the forced oblivion and vowed to reverse this bloody reincarnation! No matter what he is, the head of the Tianjian, or what heavenly taboos he has!