497: Who are you!

Seeing this scene, Pan Han, lying on the lotus flower, gave a bitter smile.

He was actually seeing his past self; this feeling was even more strange, surreal, and unbelievable.

Could it be that he was the one who reminded Yan Xiaoli to come and find the crying Pan Han back then?

It actually makes perfect sense!

At this moment, Pan Han shifted his gaze back to Li Long's car and saw that after Chen Yun got in, she immediately glanced at their shared apartment.

Then, he actually reached his hand into the root of Chen Yun's thighs.

"Hey! What are you doing?" After all, Chen Yun had just broken up with Pan Han. Li Long's behavior was undoubtedly a way of asserting ownership, throwing Pan Han's dignity onto the ground and trampling it fiercely.

"What? From now on, you're my woman. Can't I touch you?"

Li Long spread Chen Yun's thighs wider while looking at the balcony of the shared apartment.

He was hoping that Pan Han would stick his head out from above and call out to Chen Yun.

Unfortunately, Pan Han only took one look before crouching down to cry.

Li Long spat in slight disappointment and cursed, "Damn coward, you deserve to be dumped!"

This glob of spit, by some unfortunate coincidence, landed on a line of ants that were moving house.

Seven or eight worker ants were submerged in the thick phlegm, struggling desperately, but it was to no avail.

The neighboring ants let out cries that humans couldn't hear.

But for them, the phlegm was as big as a swimming pool; there was simply no way to help.

"Sigh! Why did you have to do that?" Pan Han sighed softly.

Matters between men and women cannot be forced. Chen Yun liked the rich, bald Li Long, so Pan Han just accepted his bad luck.

But why did that dog Li Long have to spit like that?

Who did this line of ants offend?

Pan Han, on the lotus, slightly raised his hand, removed the phlegm from the ants, and flicked it away, landing it right on top of Li Long's head.

The ants immediately shook themselves off and rapidly evacuated the scene of the accident.

"What the f*ck!" Li Long felt something cold and slimy on his head. He reached up to touch it, and it was actually his own spit!

"Damn it! What's going on?"

Li Long was just simply rich; he had never seen a miracle.

At this moment, his mind went blank, and he was completely stunned!

Seeing this, Chen Yun hurriedly took out wet wipes to wipe it off for him and urged, "Let's go quickly. I don't want to see him again."

Li Long came back to his senses, hurriedly started the car, and prepared to leave.

Pan Han, on the lotus, had wanted to use magic to tease Li Long a bit more, but in the end, he held back.

Watching the car drive away, he silently said, "Live well."

After all, they once had something; there was no need to be completely ruthless.

Next was the system binding time. Pan Han on the lotus focused all his attention, waiting for this moment to arrive.

He wanted to observe it again from a third-person perspective to see if he could figure out any clues.

Ding!

"It's here! It's here!" When that familiar sound rang out again, Pan Han's heart on the lotus jumped into his throat.

From his perspective, a patch of black mist appeared above the Pan Han in the room. There was something inside, flickering in and out of sight, but he couldn't see it clearly no matter what.

Just as Pan Han on the lotus wanted to cast a spell to disperse the mist.

Suddenly, everything before his eyes was retreating at high speed, and he was rushing forward alone into endless darkness.

"What the f*ck! Just a little bit more! Just let me see it clearly!"

Pan Han shouted while rushing forward, but he couldn't control himself at all.

It was as if there was a gigantic black hole ahead that wanted nothing else but to attract him.

"Ah!!!!!!!!"

When he opened his eyes again, he was back inside the barrier, and a clear figure suddenly appeared before him.

This time, he saw it clearly.

"How is this possible?"

But the next second, he screamed like a madman.

"What's wrong, Lord Pan? Don't you recognize me?"

The figure before him, with flowing hair and shifting eyes, asked with a smile.

"How could it be you? No! This is absolutely impossible!"

Pan Han had an expression of disbelief. He stretched out his hands, waving them continuously, wanting to step forward but constantly retreating.

"Why couldn't it be me?" The figure took a step forward, her nose almost touching Pan Han's face.

"Touch me, see if it's me?"

The figure slowly took Pan Han's hand and gently placed it on her own face.

When his hand touched her face, that temperature, that texture, that familiar scent.

All the information made Pan Han suffocate. He couldn't breathe, and he even felt like every pore was blocked.

"Who exactly are you?"

After a long while, Pan Han regained his senses, his eyes suddenly becoming clear, and he asked viciously.

Although he had finally shattered the mist, Pan Han felt as if he had fallen into another one.

This person, he absolutely couldn't have mistaken, but if it really was her, then something must have gone wrong.

This is unscientific!

"Lord Pan, you're afraid!"

The figure placed her jade-like hand on Pan Han's chest, feeling the faint heartbeat.

"Why did you turn into her?"

Pan Han didn't move, just asked in a cold tone.

"Is there a possibility that I am her?"

The figure smiled.

This smile, Pan Han was too familiar with it; it was the kind he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"What exactly do you want?"

Pan Han couldn't help but step back.

"How boring! Still asking what I want. I'd like to ask what you want?"

The figure pouted, her expression even more fluid. If it wasn't her, who else could it be?

No one in this world could be exactly the same!

What shocked Pan Han even more was that after she said this, the figure's aura became increasingly familiar.

To the point where he couldn't distinguish it at all.

But that person would absolutely never talk to him like this; she would only be obedient to him.

"I want the apocalypse to return to normal."

Pan Han told the figure his thoughts without hesitation.

"Then I'm sorry! I don't think the same as you."

This time, contrary to Pan Han's expectations, the figure was actually stating her own point of view.

And the way she spoke, her aura, was exactly like hers.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Why do you want to do this? You are absolutely not her!"

Pan Han remembered his hands, rushed forward suddenly, and grabbed the figure's neck.

"If you choke me to death, she will die too." The figure smiled grimly, but she didn't show any signs of discomfort.

"You..." Pan Han's divine sense was blocked by the barrier, and he couldn't project it at all.

He couldn't investigate the situation outside at all.

So he released his hands, and the red mark on the figure's neck slowly disappeared.

"What is your purpose? Is doing this fun?"

Pan Han could only stare at the figure with fierce eyes; this matter had already touched his bottom line.

"It must be fun! Otherwise, what will happen later?"

The figure shook her head, even laughing happily.

"What happens later?"

"You want the apocalypse to return to normal, but I don't. What do you think should be done?"

"Why don't you want to?"

"Isn't it very strange to destroy the world you created with your own hands?"

The figure looked at her own hand, slowly raised it, and placed it on Pan Han's face again.

"You are you, she is she. Don't bring her into this."

Pan Han impatiently brushed the figure's hand away.

"Interesting, you can still tell the difference now. But soon, you won't be able to."

The figure tucked her hair back, revealing a delicate face, a straight nose bridge, and a pair of bright eyes. Who else could it be but Ellie!