"What? Can't accept it?" Pharmacist Chen's eyes bore a mocking look, "Well, no one wants to be just an experimental subject, let alone a defective one. Are you feeling your brain aching every day, perhaps inexplicably losing part of your memory?"
Yang Lengmian stared intently at Pharmacist Chen, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
"That's right, because your memory chip has too little capacity. Once it exceeds the capacity, it will automatically delete some parts, only in this way can you remember the events afterwards."
"Impossible! I can clearly think like a normal person..." Yang Lengmian shook his head, unable to accept it. He seemed no different from normal people, even mastering the ability to conduct blood sacrifice and create blood slaves stronger than others.
