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Chapter 1149: Extra - The protagonist's finale

Red candles, wine and food, and what they say are all reappearances of the past, overlapping with one that is barely said, but everything is in line with each other, that is not as simple as a coincidence!

And no third person knows about these things except the parties involved—

Indra took her in his arms casually and shaved her perky nose with his fingers: "Little Feather, what do you think?"

His voice was cold, and his little feather was heart-warming.

Feng Qingyu was completely stunned, noticing that he had already reached the other party's arms, and just stared at him blankly: "Xiang...Xiangwan..."

Indra smiled and kissed her soft lips: "Well, it's me."

His tone changed, which was the sound of He Xiangwan back then, clear and magnetic.

"You...how could you..." Feng Qingyu felt like she was dreaming.

"I said, don't be against you in the next life." Indra said in a low voice in her ear, as if you sighed: "And you also said that if you can still meet again in the next life, you will compensate me... Qingyu, you said, how should you compensate you?"

Feng Qingyu's body was as stiff as wood, and his heart was messy, and he couldn't say anything.

She stared at him blankly, her fingers trembled slightly, and she tried her best to suppress the memories that surged out of her heart: "You... how could you be him? He-he is your future generation?"

Indra sighed lowly: "He is my soul..."

He told her the whole story of the reincarnation of that soul.

For Feng Qingyu, this news was like an atomic bomb, which made her unable to digest it for a while.

Indra put her on his lap and said slowly: "Qingyu, you said, you will compensate me, well, how do you want to compensate?"

Feng Qingyu's head buzzed, subconsciously trying to escape: "That--what did you say your skills will be restored in a long time?"

Di Shiyin smiled leisurely and touched her head: "I have lost five thousand years of mental power than before, so I said it will take a long time to recover."

Before the stun caused by the bomb recovered, Feng Qingyu was immediately knocked out by his latest bomb again, and almost didn't mention it in one breath: "What...what?!"

Indra patted her on the back, and gave her a smooth breath, smiling and didn't say anything else.

He knew she could hear clearly...

It seems that he threw too many bombs in one breath today, which made her stunned...

"How could you lose five thousand years of mental power?!" Feng Qingyu finally came to his senses, couldn't help but grab his pulse and carefully measure it.

His mind power was about 13,000 years old, and he really lost more than 5,000 years of mental power...

Indra rubbed the top of her head and did not answer her question. He didn't want her to know the truth, nor did he want her to feel guilty—

What he wants is her love, not the feelings he gets from guilt...

Just said lightly: "Well, losing means losing, no matter how you lose it. Qingyu, you promise to stay here until I fully recover my mental power, and you are not allowed to regret it."
Chapter completed!