When he came back for the second time, most of his injuries were healed, and the energy aura lingering around him was very similar to the starlight that had entered Di Mingjue's body today.

The third and final time he came back, the entire polar region exploded.

Po Jun was blown away before he could see anything clearly, but he still had a vague impression of the terrifying power remaining in his body that seemed to wipe out his soul. He even shuddered every time he thought about it.

And today, he felt this power again.

So, it doesn’t matter seven years ago or today.

Someone was erasing the memories in Di Mingjue's mind again and again.

Use the God-killing Curse.

There was also that strange talisman carved on Di Mingjue's forehead.

And the memory that was erased was so precise, it only erased the memory after he met Muyan.

The more Po Jun thought about it, the more frightened he became, and beads of sweat began to form on the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

He couldn't understand who would place such a strange [curse] on your body.

Who else has the ability to cast a [curse] on you?

The truth may be crueler and more terrifying than he imagined.

"Xiaojiu, please take a look for me quickly!"

Han Chujiu grabbed Di Mingjue's hand, examined it with his spiritual sense, curled his lips and threw it away, "Okay, there is no life-threatening danger, and there is still progress in cultivation. Tsk, tsk, it's really a disaster for thousands of years!"

"What about your memory?"

Han Chujiu rolled his eyes, "It's good to be alive, why not just lose some memories? What's the big deal?"

Di Mingjue's expression was very calm.

He slowly stood up from the hospital bed, the dust on his clothes fell, but the red blood stains on the white cloth were particularly conspicuous.

But he didn't even look at it, he just looked at Han Ye and the others indifferently.

"You should tell me everything that has happened in the past few years since I lost my memory. You must not miss anything."

Hanye and the others shivered and quickly knelt down.

Even Chang Lao's breathing became slightly faster.

This is the Emperor of the Extreme Region that they are familiar with.

But it's so strange.

Because, two years ago, Di Mingjue, who had not yet met Jun Muyan, was like this.

Aloof, cold, alienated, aloof, the supreme king who rules over the world.

But there are almost no emotions and no fireworks.

But at this moment, because of the loss of memory, such a king has returned.

Star Wolf used to admire this kind of king the most.

But at this moment, looking at Di Mingjue's eyes without any warmth, waves of sadness and pain filled his heart.

He doesn't like this kind of king.

No matter how powerful, no matter how noble, no matter how supreme, he is still so lonely.

Star Wolf suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Your Majesty, let me tell you something about you and Miss Jun."

This narration lasted for more than an hour.

During this period, Di Mingjue listened quietly, with a cold look on his face and no trace of emotion in his eyes.

It was as if Star Wolf was talking about something completely unrelated to him.

And Yu Yanran, who was standing at the door, clenched her hands tightly, her body almost unable to suppress the trembling.

God is really helping her.

She was also afraid that when Di Mingjue woke up, he would discover the difference between her and Jun Muyan and expose her.

Unexpectedly, Di Mingjue lost his memory.

…

Star Wolf kowtowed to Di Mingjue and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, I've finished."
Chapter completed!