Song Shuhang. Leave It to Me. I'm a Professional. I'll Tank the Heavenly Tribulation. Shuhang

This was awkward.

The memories that had been erased could actually restore themselves? Was the golden-haired girl's memory onion tip? Even if you pinched it off, could it grow back?

Speaking of onion tip, Song Shuhang suddenly thought of something he had been rather curious about—where exactly were Onion Lady's memories stored?

Onion tip was her head, right? But every time onion tip was pinched off, her memories weren't damaged at all.

Could her memories be stored in the roots—in other words, in her little feet?

Plant-type fairies were truly miraculous.

"Let's try again." Song Shuhang condensed the Memory-Erasing Spell rune once more and reached out to tap the golden-haired girl's brow.

Following the same process as before, he first used the spell to erase the golden-haired girl's memories of today from her D Drive.

Then, he observed her carefully.

A moment later, not long after today's memory files had been erased, they suddenly restored themselves.

It felt just like a cloud-storage backup function.

Could the backup be that mobile device, the F Drive? Song Shuhang guessed inwardly.

Could the F Drive inside the golden-haired girl's body be serving to back up her memories?

At that moment.

The golden-haired girl's eyes recovered from the intense illumination of the Merit Finger, and she looked up at the shopkeeper before her.

The shopkeeper was still the same as in her memories, possessing a mature, weathered air and a kind face.

Looking closely, one could see the sharply defined muscles beneath the shopkeeper's clothes through the opening of his collar.

The shopkeeper's muscles were not as bulky as a bodybuilder's. They looked taut, as though carved from marble, filled with explosive beauty.

He truly was a man as monstrous as they came.

"Huh?"

Wait a moment...

Hadn't my memories been erased?