Chapter 2792: : Do you remember him?

The colorful halo surging out, gently enveloping Fan Qinghui's soul, the power of transcending and perfect transformation exudes the void, instantly illuminating the entire soul space!
Outside, before rushing to the tower, Ye Wuque's eyes opened again, and the colorful light sources in his mind throbbed. He raised his right hand and pointed at the center of Fan Qinghui's forehead!
"Heart and soul are one! Wake up!"
A low drink accompanied by the power of the soul, as if coming from outside the sky, spread to the depths of Fan Qinghui's soul, with endless echoes!
Huh!
In the next moment, Fan Qinghui, who had been looking calm, suddenly opened his eyes, and the calm and pretty face was instantly replaced by the look of death!
She suddenly sat up halfway from the bed and let out an unyielding roar!
"I won't give in even if I die!!"
At the same time, the fluctuations in the initial stage of the gods suddenly exploded from Fan Qinghui's body, and she was trembling violently. With her trembling, the entire Feng Lingxuan began to shake, as if it was about to collapse at any time!
Wu Wentian, who had been silently guarding the side, saw this sudden scene suddenly burst into surprise!
He immediately stepped forward and said in surprise: "Sister Fan! Be sober, you are all right! I am Senior Brother Wu! Master Fan..."
However, before Wu Wentian had finished speaking, he felt a rush of coercion swept over him, and directly lifted him out!
But at this moment, a white and slender palm suddenly lightly placed on Fan Qinghui's right shoulder.
Fan Qinghui's violently trembling body immediately froze, and the majestic position initially fluctuated as if imprisoned, and the violently shaking Feng Lingxuan also instantly recovered calm.
On the other side, Wu Wentian, who was lifted off, stood up helplessly and rushed towards Fan Qinghui again.
"Sister Fan! Wake up! You're all right now! Wake up!"
Wu Wentian slapped Fan Qinghui's cheeks with both hands, and while speaking loudly, he brought the power of the soul to awaken Fan Qinghui completely.
At this moment, Fan Qinghui is in a state of chaos, and her memory still remains at the moment when she was enslaved!
That moment was naturally full of despair and madness!
I saw that under Wu Wentian's slap and big drink, Fan Qinghui's stern and desperate eyes suddenly stunned, then turned into a daze, and finally slowly regained her clarity.
"Brother Wu... Brother? You, you... why are you here? Where am I? I'm not... Ah!!! My head hurts!!"
Fan Qinghui seemed to recognize Wu Wentian, but immediately her pretty face became distorted, her hands held her head, her whole body began to tremble violently again, and even let out a painful growl!
"Junior Brother Ye?"
Upon seeing this, Wu Wentian suddenly looked at Ye Wuque anxiously, thinking it was a sequelae outbreak.
"Senior Sister Fan is okay. Her memory has a fault. Now that the soul is free, the memory lost during this period of time will return. Of course, her id is just a spectator, like a dream."
"It should be well soon."
Ye Wuque had already retracted his hand, and spoke lightly at this moment.
Hearing this, Wu Wentian nodded in relief.
Finally, after half an hour!
"what!!!"
After Fan Qinghui suddenly raised his head and uttered a loud drink, the whole body seemed to slacken as if the tensioned spring was loosened. He was panting, his pretty face turned pale, and his body was wet with cold sweat, and he was about to fall.
Wu Wentian hurriedly supported Fan Qinghui.
After more than a dozen or so, Fan Qinghui calmed down, but her pretty face was still pale, and the memory of the fault came back like a duck, simple and crude, naturally very uncomfortable.
"Brother Wu, I'm fine..."
Fan Qinghui spoke a little weakly, but at this moment, it belonged solely to Fan Qinghui's generous and gentle temperament, which was soft on the outside and firm on the inside. She was completely different from her who appeared in the coronation ceremony at the beginning, which made Ye Wuque a little surprised.
"Sister Fan, you should be okay. The injuries in your body only need to rest for a while to completely recover."
Ye Wuque also walked to Fan Qinghui at this moment and spoke softly.
After hearing Ye Wuque's voice, Fan Qinghui's pretty face suddenly condensed, and immediately struggling to stand up, holding a fist towards Ye Wuque was a deep bow!
"Thank you Lord Son for your life-saving grace!!"
After the return of the fault memory, Fan Qinghui already knew everything that happened after she became a soul slave, especially the fact that she returned to the Beidou Dao Jizong a few days ago to disrupt the coronation ceremony, and naturally already knew the identity of Ye Wuque.
"Also, I actually did something like that a few days ago. Master Shengzi saved me regardless of the predecessors. It really makes me feel ashamed!"
There is a deep self-blame in Fan Qinghui's tone!
"Senior Sister Fan is serious. You and I are the same senior sisters and brothers. Helping is part of the job. As for the coronation ceremony, it can't be counted on you. You are reduced to a slave to the soul. Being independent, it’s the suffering of these years, I’ve worked hard for you, Senior Sister."
"Fortunately, everything has passed, and Senior Sister Fan can call me a junior. Master Shengzi is really too formal."
Ye Wuque spoke softly and even helped Fan Qinghui up.
When Fan Qinghui heard Ye Wuque’s words, she would think of her experience over the years, and her heart was filled with endless fears, but she still shook her head firmly and said: "Master Saint is Master Saint, and his status is a must. Compliant."
This made Ye Wuque a little helpless, but because of this, he realized that Fan Qinghui's character was really soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Once something was identified, it was easy to change.
"It's okay, Junior Sister Fan, just as Junior Brother Ye said, everything has passed."
Wu Wentian also spoke with emotion, and finally let go of the heart that had been hanging.
"Sister Fan, can you tell me how you became a soul slave? Especially the one who enslaved you, do you remember him?"
Ye Wuque spoke again, asking what he had always wanted to know.
Only Fan Qinghui can answer these things.
Wu Wentian, who was on the side, was also extremely curious, and she also said: "Yes, Junior Sister Fan, when you and I were separated, I went to the Starfield Battlefield, and you said you wanted to travel around the world, but how come there has been no news for more than ten years. If it’s not for your life card that has been intact, everyone really thinks something has happened to you!"
After hearing Ye Wuque's and Wu Wentian's inquiries one after another, Fan Qinghui's expression suddenly became complicated, and a touch of distant reminiscence emerged in his beautiful eyes.