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(Two thousand eight hundred and thirty-two) Random thoughts

In the underground space, Li Pingrun told Tie Wandao that it was where it could sink.

While talking, the shadows of some previous experiences flashed in Li Pingrun's mind again, but they all disappeared quickly.

Tie Wandao asked him: Is there anything there?

He said there was soil, and said that during the process of the controlled mentalist falling, the blood from his throat would also fall on the soil.

Speaking of this, Li Pingrun's heart once again had something that happened before.

Li Pingrun didn't think about it specifically. When the flashes of scenes did not exist, those scenes did not appear again immediately.

When Tie Wandao was in front of Tie Wandao, Li Pingrun did not think about this anymore. However, when he left the Bakong Palace and walked back alone, Li Pingrun couldn't help but remember what he said to Tie Wandao in the underground space about falling, and immediately remembered the things related to the sinking many years ago.

However, he felt that he was thinking too much. He thought that the matter related to the sank many years ago had long been no longer in his heart. He also felt that he did not need to make any changes because of the incident back then. He told himself not to think about it just because he mentioned the sank to the patriarch that day, and told himself that some things were just that he was thinking too much.

That night, before he put out the candle before going to bed, he thought of the situation related to the ground sinking that year, and what another alchemist had said to him.

He still didn't believe it, and the candle suddenly fell down.

Before the candle was extinguished, he helped it up.

He remembered the time when his sister Li Gengmi accidentally knocked down a candle when she was a child.

After Li Gengmi got the candle that time, Li Pingrun wanted to help her lift the candle up, but he felt that he didn't need to re-lit the candle.

However, just before Li Pingrun helped up the candle, the candle was extinguished.

Li Gengmi wanted to click on it again, but he couldn't click it no matter how hard he clicked it.

Li Pingrun asked Li Gengmi to wait beside him, so he lit a candle for Li Gengmi.

However, he couldn't light it up. Later, he saw that it turned out that after the candle was poured, the wick was stained with a strange thing, which would cause the candle to be lit again.

Li Pingrun looked at it and found that the thing was something he had sprinkled on the ground when he was practicing magic. He thought that after a while, the thing had already been done and had no effect anymore, but the fact was not the case.

Many years later, on the night when he and Tie Wandao visited the underground space together, looking at the candles that were still lit after being helped up, Li Pingrun thought of the scene that had been born and the candles that had fallen. He immediately thought of the things that he had sprinkled on the ground many years ago when he practiced magic. He felt that some memories seemed to be like the things that sprinkled on the ground, making people think that they would no longer have any effect, but in fact it still works.

Of course, Li Pingrun didn't want the memories of the past to be still deep in his heart. He felt that that kind of thing should have passed long ago, and he could only remember his sister. As for the others, he thought that those were fake, not that they had always lived in his heart. He thought that he remembered those again that day, just because the sinking he talked to Tie Wandao had similarities with the sinking that year.

Li Pingrun felt at the time that if there was no similarity, he would not have had any different reactions to the ground sinking than others.
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