Everything that once happened in Wen''s house has been restored at this moment.


    At the same time, there are voices of women and men talking.


    Gentle but vicious words made the hearts of these people controlled by words and spirits tremble fiercely.


    "Xiaoqian, you are not suitable for the innate spiritual root. Will you give your spiritual root to your sister?"


    "You have been a genius for three years. It''s time to give it to Xiaozhi."


    "You are too mischievous. You don''t want your life. You just let you give your spiritual root to your sister. Why don''t you want it?"


    They looked at the young girl who was only three years old and was dug out her own congenital spiritual root by pith spirit needle.


    Looking at her, even if it hurts again, I won''t cry. Looking at her, her eyes are gradually dead and gray with death.


    In the end, in one sentence, all emotions are transformed into deep-seated hatred.


    That kind of hate scares everyone who sees it.


    "Xiaoqian, your innate spiritual root has disappeared, so you are a loser now."


    The woman in the picture smiles, but her words poke people''s hearts and lungs.


    They also saw how another client was spoiled by his parents 14 years ago.


    How to clap hands naively and happily ask for the spiritual root of his own sister.


    This method of reproducing a person''s memory with powerful spiritual skills makes everyone feel like they are on the spot.


    Many people are very worried. They all want to stop it. But when they reach out, they suddenly find that what they see is just an illusion.


    It happened 14 years ago.


    Now, it''s just a repeat.


    At the end of the picture, people heard such a sentence——


    "Xiaoqian, my mother has found a spiritual teacher. He will seal your memory. When you forget, we are still a happy family."


    "Boom!"


    At the moment when the speech stopped, the people had not been able to recover from it, and they were as numb as a chicken.


    There was a dead silence around. It seemed that even the air stopped flowing.


    No one spoke.


    Even Mu Ying, Cang Yue and others who knew the facts long ago could not get away from the power of spirit in time.


    It''s so cruel that they can''t bear to see it.


    Even at this time, they can still remember the bleak eyes of the three-year-old girl.


    Jun Mu Qian was the most calm. Her eyes glanced around faintly and slowly opened her mouth: "although my master''s spiritual skills are not a fantasy in China, they just abuse the slag blindly, it''s boring~


    Daily good night~