Sesha's world

Chapter 35: Restoring memory

"Get out of here." Charles half-lyed on the bed, with his eyes slightly closed, he yelled at a weak maid.

"Tsk tsk, Earl, you have such a temper." The funeral house put its pointed fingers on its lips, and glanced at the trembling maid who was yelled at by Charles, "You go down first."

The maid half-kneeled on the ground, apologized and left quickly.

"Get lost too, don't bother me." Charles simply closed his eyes, picked up the pillow in his hand and threw it forward.

The funeral home turned sideways, the pillow brushed the neck of the funeral home.

"I said Earl, I'm here to bring you back a memory. This memory may be the one you want to retrieve most, Earl." The funeral room went to Charles' bed and sat down, "Earl, you You can improve your temper a little bit, don't always be so irritable, do you think that everyone is serving you wholeheartedly like the deacon?"

As soon as Charles heard the word deacon, he opened his eyes, and the color of sadness flowed in the sapphire blue eyes.

"Count, I have your past memories in my hand now, you can choose to have it or not, hehe, Earl, your expression really hasn't changed for thousands of years." Er's fair face.

"Yes." Charles clapped the hands of the funeral room away, turned his head to the other side, and stared at the head of the bed.

"Well, Earl, it may hurt a little, you have to bear with it." The funeral home took out the small blue bottle, and pointed out the gas inside, which was suspended in the air, and looked like a bottle from a distance. It is a cluster of stars, with radiance in the middle.

"I, the heir of the Phantom Hein family, will not be afraid of pain, just come." Charles tightly grasped the quilt in his hand.

"Xiaosheng, I like Earl's strong temper. Hehe, Earl, close your eyes for a moment, and I will stuff these memories into it." The funeral room used its fingers to turn the messy memory into a very fine line. Looking at the extremely thin thread, he saw that Charles was still stubbornly opening his eyes, so he sighed, and waved his hand to introduce that thread-like memory into the center of Charles' eyebrows.

Ciel let out a loud cry, and then closed his eyes in pain.

"Count, I said it hurts a bit, okay, you go to sleep first." The funeral room carefully covered Charles with a quilt, "Deacon, then your young master is back." Then he covered his mouth with his hand, Laughed and left.The memory in the boy's mind on the bed was colliding fiercely, and slowly the memory of the boy began to stabilize, and the appearance of a black-clothed deacon began to appear frequently, and suddenly the boy opened his eyes and shouted, "Sebastian. "Then fell asleep again, and the sleep was full of stories about a black-clothed deacon and a blue-clothed boy in a big mansion.

And Sebastian, who was far away in the heaven, stopped his work at this moment, touched the position of his heart, his face was very bad, but there was a strange joy on the corner of his mouth, "Master, I will hurry up!" I have returned to you, returning with the fruit of victory, please wait a little longer."

Xiaolan, who was at the side, saw the smile on Sebastian's mouth, and unconsciously laughed too.