Mystery Makes Me Strong

"Oh, my people were all taken away last night, what should I do now?" Xiao Huan grabbed Wen Rensheng who had just woken up and shook him back and forth.

"Isn't that a trivial matter?" Wen Rensheng rubbed his head.

Today, he felt that a page was suddenly missing in his memory. Although it was not very important, it was what he saw with his own eyes.

Extraordinary memory is passive, and has the bonus of the upper limit of mystery itself, that is 445.75 times, so his brain will generally not forget anything.

This is very strange.

unless……

"It's a big matter, please help me find a solution." Xiao Huan said dissatisfied.

"Oh, think about it, as Ke... Lulu, what should you do at this time with the role you play?"

"Oh, I should, I should, don't care about anything?" Xiao Huan really put in a lot of effort to answer right away.

"Smart." Wen Rensheng said comfortingly, "Then you can do this."

"I don't care about anything, I always feel that it's not good, I just opened the market." Xiao Huan scratched his head.

"Sometimes, the more you don't care, the more you can prove your majesty." Wen Rensheng comforted.

"Listen to you, anyway, it's not me who is unlucky." Xiao Huan muttered and left.

Wen Rensheng shook his head, the trouble Xiao Huan encountered was indeed too small. Compared with his missing page of memory, it was completely at the level of difficulty of common math problems for elementary school students.

In fact, he had vaguely guessed how the memory was lost.

Except for the trace of essence hidden in the omniscience of chaos, who can take away his own memory so silently?

Even the most powerful headmaster, Disaster Yi, can't cross two worlds and do it under the protection of the mysterious seed without letting himself notice and resist.

As for why it is missing, I am afraid that the factor has something to do with the principal of the tower. It is using this method to prove the existence of that thing to itself.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath.

This is an unprecedented enemy.

To take a word from a previous life, it does not exist in one dimension.

Can you defeat Him yourself?

No matter how perfect he is, it is difficult to defeat his opponent here.

So, is it useless to me here?

No, it works.

This is my own world.

Principal Gaota reminded himself that low-dimensionality can also affect high-dimensionality.

Wen Rensheng took a deep breath.

It's hard, very hard, but also fun, fun.

He glanced out the window.

Outside, the flowers are fragrant and the green bamboos are swaying.

The breeze is blowing gently, and laughter is faintly heard in the distance.

It is a place of tranquility, happiness and peace.

It's enough to captivate anyone with a weary soul.

…………

Wenren got up, and with a thought, he was already on the street.

He hasn't visited his own world for a long time.

On the street, people come and go, everyone has a smile on their face and carries a big bag in their hand.

"Come and see, there's a new product again! On the other side of the ocean, there are freshly released mutated beasts, the kind that will help you with housework!"

"Be nice and obedient, and understand Chinese."

The cries of a cute pet shop quickly attracted him.

Looking up, at the corner of the street, there is a naive little panda, locked in a cage at the door of the store, selling it, with a look of lovelessness...

This, he was caught last night, and sold to himself this morning?

Sure enough, the power of money is really everywhere.

He stepped forward.

At this time, many people had already surrounded the cage.

"Boss, you are selling rare animals, do you understand?" someone reminded.

"It's not a rare animal. It's a mutated beast. Do you know that it's mutated? The inspector doesn't care. As long as it's not harmful, it can be sold. I did a quick test and it's absolutely harmless. Even an 8-year-old child can kill it." I can't beat it." The shop owner said plausibly.

"Is that so?"

"Let me show you the appraisal certificate." The shop owner unfolded a green leather certificate.

Everyone looked at it, and saw the words on it: "Today there is a mutant bear of McCann, which has been identified as a mutation of an ordinary animal. It does not have the real DNA and essential traits of the panda. Increase your chances of survival..."

"So it's true, how do you sell this?"

"30 million." The shopkeeper said directly.

"It's so high, you might as well grab it!" The buyers shook their heads.

"That's right, it can't be so expensive, 30 million, do you know what the number is? You can buy several houses in Jiuxing District."

"Look at what you said, am I just robbing?" the shopkeeper said triumphantly.

The little panda looked listless, and suddenly it became energetic because it saw Wen Rensheng appearing among the crowd.

"Woohoo." It waved at Wen Rensheng, and if it wasn't for the crowds now, it would have yelled a long time ago.

However, Wen Rensheng was just like an ordinary passer-by, just watching the fun without doing anything.

The little panda was disappointed and sat there dejected.

No one cares about it.

"I offered 30 million, and I bought it." A very old man said suddenly.

"30 million, really rich." Someone said enviously.

"Uh, yes, only our East Continent's currency can still be used, and the currency in other places has long been replaced with gold, silver and copper."

After the old man transferred the money, he took the little panda home.

Wen Rensheng was a little curious, and followed his gaze.

The old man's home is a villa, located on the hillside, with many drawing boards in the yard.

It turned out that this was a senior painter.

"Ah, great Kelulu's messenger, please forgive me for saving you so late." The old man looked devout.

Wen Rensheng was not surprised, with Xiao Huan's temperament, it was impossible to act as a person without taking advantage of the people around him.

"Oh, thank you, at least you saved me." The little panda finally recovered.

It thought to itself, it seems that Huanhuan still hasn't forgotten me.

There are benefits to being a panda.

The old man then released it from the cage, and then brought him the freshest bamboo.

Of course he didn't know that this panda didn't eat bamboo, and his favorite food was stewed winter melon with pork ribs.

Well, the ribs are going to be on the front.

But the little panda wanted to act like one, so he had to eat a few sticks reluctantly.

"Great messenger, what are we going to do now? Send you back to the land of the Gospel?" The old painter asked piously.

"No, no..." The little panda quickly waved his hands, "Just wait here first."

"Understood, I have to wait for Master Kelulu's call." The old painter took the initiative to make up a reason for it.

"That's it." The little panda went down the steps.

Anyway, it is not willing to go back to be a coolie.

Spend a few days here, preferably until Huanhuan forgets about herself.

But the next moment, Xiao Huan's voice appeared.

"Old Wen is really right, don't care about anything, the matter will be resolved by itself, alas, Jiang is still hot. Little panda, you hurry to the wasteland and continue to work for me."

"Ah! I won't listen, I won't listen." The little panda clasped its ears, pretending to cover its ears.

"If you don't listen, then I will change you back to the original and make you a little octopus." Xiao Huan threatened.

"Hmph, just go."

In this way, the little panda was caught as a coolie again.

From beginning to end, only the situation where it was injured was formed.