Remembered.
The lost memories, like a long-dried riverbed, gradually filled with water.
It wasn't someone else's water, but the water he once lost... These memories were his own, unique, irreplaceable.
The sound and appearance of the paper crane gradually became clear, and scenes of memory also became clear.
Ning Fan smiled bitterly. He actually forgot so many things in the Seventh Calamity, almost dying within it. This Seventh Calamity was truly terrifying.
Moreover, during his memory loss, he even exploded most of the magical treasures on him, which was indeed somewhat wasteful.
Waste it may be, but in any case, he finally regained his memory. What Ning Fan didn't expect was that not only he retrieved his own memory, but also memories of others mixed in, flowing into his mind.
"I am Tagu, this art is a Barbarian Fourth-Grade Mystical Art, Grand Flash Curse..."
"I am Tagu, this art is a Barbarian Fifth-Grade Mystical Art, Underworld Dog Art..."
