Chapter 1143: The Lost Memory of Ge Ge

He didn't know why he called this person that way, but he subconsciously called him that when he heard the name.

That's what he must have called him before, he thought.

And I've called it many, many times, so many times that I call it so naturally when I hear this name.

No one responded to him, not even an echo.

"Brother Mu Han..."

He mustered up his courage and called out again.

But it was still swallowed by darkness.

It seemed that he was really unconscious.

"Brother Mu Han."

"Brother Mu Han."

So he increased his voice and kept calling him, trying to wake him up.

However, every time he yelled out, that strange sense of familiarity became even stronger.

This made him more and more emotional.

"Brother Mu Han."

"Brother Mu Han."

He yelled louder and louder, and finally roared hysterically almost out of control, and a heart-wrenching grief surged from his heart.

Tears gradually rolled down his face.

"Wuuuu, Brother Mu Han..."

The boy knelt down on the ground, inexplicable emotions burst out.

"Brother Mu Han..."

He didn't know why he was so sad.

I don't know if he heard the boy's shout, but the drunkard who had been in a coma finally responded.

He who was motionless on the hospital bed suddenly frowned slightly, as if he was enduring some pain.

The frown was very small, but there was a real reaction.

And his tiny reaction didn't make people notice...

"Brother Mu Han."

Following the boy's cry, a beam of white light suddenly lit up in the distance, which was particularly obvious in the endless darkness.

The white light is very small, only enough to illuminate the small area around him, and it looks so weak in the darkness, as if it will be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

But no.

With the appearance of this beam of white light, countless dots of white light competed to light up like light bulbs.

The original darkness was swallowed up, and the bunches of tiny white lights gathered together, thousands of fluorescent lights, and the surrounding area suddenly became brighter.

The boy was stunned, and raised his face full of tears.

The sudden brightness made the eyes a little overwhelmed.

When the boy was in a daze about what happened, a nearby beam of white light flickered for a while.

Then a strange mirror image appeared.

In the mirror image, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was walking down the mountain with a little fiery red fox in his arms and half a basket of herbs on his back.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Although I like meat very much, I don't eat fox meat." The young boy's childish voice sounded crisply.

The boy kneeling on the ground stared blankly at the picture in the mirror.

This young boy is still childish, handsome and handsome, his eyes are full of aura, his eyebrows and eyes are very familiar.

It was Mu Han who was right.

And this scene is so familiar.

"Stop kicking this leg, I managed to stop the bleeding for you, and it started bleeding again after kicking. I know it hurts, but it will hurt even more if you kick indiscriminately." Xiao Muhan's voice sounded again.

The boy looked at the fiery red little fox in his arms.

This fox...isn't he himself...?

Although he lost his memory and didn't even know his own name, he naturally recognized his original shape.

This is Mu Han's inner world, and this is naturally Mu Han's memory...

There was a shock in the boy's heart.

They really knew each other.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay. My master is amazing. He will definitely cure you. If you are in pain, just call out. I just haven't heard a fox barking before."