Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

The bun shop owner looked Jiang Zhige up and down and asked uncertainly: "Your name is... Jiang Zhige, right?"

"Yes, brother, I haven't asked you what your name is yet..."

Jiang Zhige was a little ashamed. The bun shop owner not only had an impression of his appearance, but even remembered his name, but he only remembered that the bun shop owner set up a stall nearby.

"My name is Zhao Dahai. Don't think too much about it. I only remembered you after you reported your name back then. But I didn't pay much attention to you back then."

Zhao Dahai smiled casually. To be honest, although he felt that Jiang Zhige looked familiar at first glance, he still felt a little unbelievable at the moment.

The young man in front of me has a handsome appearance, extraordinary clothes, and an extraordinary temperament. It is really difficult to associate him with a beggar.

Jiang Zhige smiled and said nothing. If he didn't care about him at all, how could he remember his face and name for seven years?

Yes, that winter, the bun shop owner was worried more than once that Jiang Zhige would have no other way to find food after eating buns for his sister.

When Jiang Zhige was not seen for several months, the bun shop owner thought he was dead, but instead hoped that Jiang Zhige would steal buns again.

Unexpectedly, seven years had passed before I could see Jiang Zhige again.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you for seven years. Why did you come back to Yucheng again?"

Zhao Dahai was quite confused. He had never seen Jiang Zhige in recent years. Logically speaking, Jiang Zhige would not come back again.

"I came here to do some errands and stopped by to see you."

Jiang Zhige didn't explain too much, took out a package from his arms and handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai took the package, felt the heavy weight inside, and asked doubtfully: "What's in it?"

"Brother Zhao, do you still remember what I said seven years ago?"

"Seven years ago..."

Zhao Dahai's expression was slightly stagnant, and he couldn't react for a moment.

"Okay, Brother Zhao, I will stay soon. If I have time in the future, I will definitely come and have a drink with you."

"This... okay, see you later."

Two days later, he had to go to Baiku Mountain. Jiang Zhige didn't stay too long. After delivering the package, he said goodbye to Zhao Dahai and took Nangong Rou to the outskirts of Yucheng.

After watching Jiang Zhige leave, Zhao Dahai carefully opened the package and was immediately surprised by the contents inside.

The seemingly simple package was filled with dazzling gold and silver jewelry.

Zhao Dahai has lived for decades and has never seen so much gold and silver. These treasures alone are enough to keep him well clothed and well-fed for the rest of his life.

"The kindness of a drop of water will surely be repaid by a spring of water..."

"I laughed it off back then, but I didn't expect you to be serious?"

Zhao Dahai was deeply moved. He was not immersed in the joy of sudden wealth, but felt sincerely happy for Jiang Zhige's rapid rise.

But Zhao Dahai didn't know that Jiang Zhige, who had joined the Immortal Sect, could be explained by the words "prosperity".

After bidding farewell to Zhao Dahai, Jiang Zhige took Nangong Rou to the outskirts of Yucheng and found the ruined temple.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Nangongrou pouted. The time she spent in the ruined temple was not a good memory for her.

"Rou'er, do you still remember this place?"

Jiang Zhige sighed with emotion, seven years have passed and the dilapidated temple has become even more dilapidated.

But it was such a ruined temple that prevented him from freezing to death outside.

I still remember when I first met Nangong Rou, when Jiang Zhige couldn't find anything to eat, Nangong Rou cried and told him to go away, claiming that Jiang Zhige was not his brother.

Now that seven years have passed, Nangong Rou has long forgotten those words, but Jiang Zhige still remembers them until now.

It wasn't that Jiang Zhige held grudges, but those words were so unforgettable that he didn't dare to forget them.

Jiang Zhige practiced hard all day long and used this memory to urge himself, just because he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and make Nangong Rou disappointed with him again.

............

"It's not just seven years, but a thousand years have passed, and the Demon Emperor still remembers this incident."

"The Demon Emperor...is he really the Demon Emperor?"

"How could he betray Fairy Nangong and kill her father if he can remember these memories for thousands of years?"

The more memories they see, the less everyone believes that Jiang Zhige is a murderous demon emperor, and the less they believe that Jiang Zhige would betray Nangong Rou.

However, no matter how hard you believe it, the scene of Jiang Zhige killing Nangongrou's biological father was witnessed by Nangongrou with her own eyes.

Nangongrou's eyes were red, and she kept staring at the scene in the light and shadow, remaining silent without saying a word.

The words "You are not my brother" have made Jiang Zhige sad to this day.

If what happened today was actually because she misunderstood Jiang Zhige, how heartbroken would Jiang Zhige be?

At this moment, Nangong Rou had begun to regret it, and had the urge to save Jiang Zhige at all costs.

Now she didn't do that, she just wanted to see the exact truth.

Mo Ziyan next to him had a complicated look on his face. It had been a day since the Demon Emperor's memory appeared, from his first acquaintance in childhood to the precious memories of Tianyun Pavilion.

It’s hard to imagine how much impact these scenes would have on Nangong Rou’s heart.

"Jiang Zhige, what on earth are you thinking..."

Mo Ziyan secretly clenched her fists. Maybe Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou had a misunderstanding, but Jiang Zhige's ruthlessness towards her could never be fake.

.............

Naturally, Jiang Zhige wouldn't just come over to express his feelings and lead Nangong Rou towards a hillside southeast of the ruined temple.

He searched around the hillside and soon found a shallow mound.

Nangongrou's eyes flashed slightly, and she followed Jiang Zhige silently without saying anything.

Jiang Zhige walked to the mound, took out the tombstone he made by himself from the storage ring, and inserted it firmly in front of the mound.

Nangong Rou poked her head and silently read the small words on the tombstone.

"The Tomb of the Unknown, Junior Jiang Zhige Li..."

Nangong Rou was puzzled. Since Jiang Zhige would erect a monument specifically for him, why would it be an unknown tomb?

Jiang Zhige took out a pot of fairy wine, sprinkled it gently in front of the tomb, and sighed: "Old man, long time no see."

Nangong Rou was stunned. It seemed like this was the first time she heard Jiang Zhige use such a disrespectful name.

Although it was disrespectful, Nangong Rou could see the extremely rare sadness in Jiang Zhige's eyes.

Jiang Zhige sat on the floor next to the tombstone, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

"I'm always said to be ungrateful. You only raised me for three years, and I even came here to erect a monument and pour wine for you. Is that loyal enough?"

Jiang Zhige was talking to himself, as if the old beggar who had already turned into a corpse could hear him.

As he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red.

Jiang Zhige kept drinking wine and said nothing.

Although the old beggar only raised him for three years, if it hadn't been for these three years, he would have died long ago.

The old beggar thought hard for three days and three nights to come up with a good name for Jiang Zhige, but he himself did not even have a last name for most of his life.

If Jiang Zhige hadn't been taken in, the old beggar wouldn't have died so early.