sbdcsierra Chapter 221 The Overlord Insists on Using Me as Bai Yueguang’s Stand-in (109)
Chapter 221 The Overlord Insists on Using Me as Bai Yueguang’s Stand-in (109)
Ni Fang originally thought that he could find some items from the past in the place where Zhong Jiao lived. If Zhong Youlin really did something, he could use the evidence to sue him.
But this unexpected fire burned away all traces of that year.
Apart from using the [Time Travel] item to see what happened in the past, there seems to be nothing else she can do.
"Lu Wenyu, you may need to wait for me."
"what are you up to?"
"I want to get Zhong Jiao's memories before she was three years old."
【Mingming. 】
[I am here, host. 】
[How to use the time travel props? 】
[This item takes effect immediately, but it has a limited time to use. You can only choose a specific time point, and when the item time is up, you can teleport back. ]
【During the time I went back to the past...】
【Time in this world is paused until you come back. 】
[That makes sense. Please help me redeem it and use it. I want to go back to the day when Zhong Jiao disappeared.]
【Good host. 】
"Time travel begins, host, please be prepared."
A familiar mechanical sound seemed to come from the distant sky. Before Ni Fang even had time to close his eyes, he felt his body suddenly collapse into a small dot. If he had to make a metaphor, it was probably like a speck of dust being instantly sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
When Ni Fang opened her eyes again, her body became translucent and floated in the air.
The villa, which once looked like a wasteland, now looks like it has been renovated. The white exterior walls are covered with emerald green ivy. Even the surrounding mountains and forests are no longer as desolate as they were before. The green trees and low weeds give off a fresh and pleasant feeling.
Ni Fang was not used to his ghost-like body. He tried to take a step forward, and immediately his whole body turned upside down and drew a 360-degree circle in the air.
After finally regaining his balance, Ni Fang immediately shouted, "Life!"
"What's the matter, host?" The small system asked in a light tone.
A blue sound wave changing graph appeared in front of Ni Fang's eyes.
"Is this your true form?" Ni Fang asked belatedly.
"Yes, because you are now a consciousness, I was kicked out too, but don't worry, I will always be with you."
Ni Fang couldn't help but touch her head. Mingming, this little thing, was finally no longer parasitic in her head. This was originally a happy thing, but when Ni Fang found that her hand easily passed through her head, this happiness was diluted a lot.
She was a person who had been dead for a long time.
Ni Fang then found that the clothes she was wearing seemed familiar. In order to fit her identity as a president and not let her employees see her slacking off, she always wore exquisitely tailored skirts or suits.
What she is wearing now is a light pink sweatshirt with a cute puppy printed on it.
She liked the dress very much at that time and even wore it when she went on business trips abroad.
foreign.
On business trip.
Mingming once said that she died in a plane crash and she was wearing this sweatshirt that day.
"Is this...my own clothes?"
The blue sound waves changed accordingly, "Yes, host. Your consciousness has been preserved at the last moment before your death."
Ni Fang stumbled forward towards the villa covered with ivy. There was a window on the second floor of the villa. She had not yet fully learned to control her consciousness, and every time she took a step, she would stagger and fall from the air.
Mingming did not tell Nifang how to control the consciousness. It was just an observer, observing the host in front of it from a bystander's perspective.
Ni Fang learned how to walk through repeated attempts.
Until she stood in front of the glass.
She saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
It's herself.
Even though she was just a body of consciousness, she was very clear that the person in front of her was herself.
"I haven't seen myself in a long time. Thank you, Life."
A body of consciousness has no tears. Even though a tsunami-like earthquake was occurring in Ni Fang's head, not a single tear could flow from her eyes.
"You look like you're crying. Host, why do you have such a violent reaction?"
"People tend to forget. If I hadn't seen myself again, I would have been scared. I was afraid that I would forget who I was during one mission after another."
"But you are not as pretty as the heroine in the domineering president's novel, nor as powerful as the heroine in the male-oriented fairy tale."
"Although I admit that what you said is right, it is still very annoying. Just because I am pretty, does that mean other people in the domineering president novels won't bully me? Just because I am powerful, does that mean I can protect my friends in the male-oriented fairy tales? If I really have a choice, I just want to be myself and choose what kind of life I want to live."
“Be yourself…”
"Mingming, do you know the meaning of the word 'self'?"
"'Self' is an individual's reference to his or her own state of existence, as opposed to others or other things. Freud split the concept of "I" into the id, the ego, and the superego. Hesse believed that everyone's life is a journey to the self. Descartes said, "I think, therefore I am." Kant proposed that the self is a personality concept that transcends time and space. Hegel..."
Mingming took only 0.1 seconds to complete the information retrieval, and it talked endlessly about how people from ancient times to the present have defined themselves.
Ni Fang couldn't help but laugh, "Wait, Mingming. You just helped me collect other people's opinions. They are not your opinions. You should have your own judgment."
"My... opinion?"
As soon as Mingming finished speaking, the black curtain in front of him was pulled open.
The woman standing in the house couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her eyes because the sunlight above her head was too dazzling. Her mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line, and she looked very impatient.
Ni Fang had no time to appreciate her own body or to urge Mingming to awaken her self-awareness. She quickly passed through the glass and floated into the room, fearing that she would miss something.
Behind the middle-aged woman was a little girl who had just woken up. She was wearing a washed-out nightgown that was a little small, revealing her snow-white calves. She was barefoot and stood with her feet stacked together.