He looked at Jiang Yu in shock; he had been hit with a Silencing Spell.
"Though your Spiritual Power has grown much, you've forgotten many spells you once knew," Jiang Yu said slowly, "You're too noisy, calm down a bit."
Jiang Beiyu was so angry he almost wanted to fight himself.
How could this thing be his past life? How could he have been such an old-fashioned antique?
For a moment, Jiang Beiyu couldn't tell which he disliked more: a past life with a personality totally different from his or one almost identical to his.
In the end, he disliked them all.
Even a middle school history textbook would tell you there are no two leaves exactly alike in the world, and of course, no two identical people either.
Jiang Beiyu: Screw science.
Jiang Beiyu didn't want to leave; not only did he not want to leave, but he also wanted to sleep in Su Nanzhi's room, with his head on the same pillow she used.
Originally, it was a very normal thing, but now Su Nanzhi found it peculiar.
