The man stood in front of the counter and looked at Meng Shu in a daze.

Meng Shu's loose hair, with a sweet and fresh smell on his body, seemed to have been engraved in his soul and dream.

He hadn't heard anything like it in a long time. Even the smile is exactly the same as it was thousands of years ago.

I thought that Meng Shu was already far away like a shadow, a fantasy that she didn't dare to touch, but now she was standing in front of her.

Meng Shu, the most ashamed person in his life.

The man was about to stare at Meng Shu's original form, which made her very uncomfortable. She looked at the man suspiciously, and asked again, "Sir, do we know each other?"

He came back to his senses slightly, and seemed to stroke her eyebrows and hair inch by inch with his eyes. There was affection and tenderness in his eyes.

He stood there alone, cold as a stone. But from the place of sight, it became hot. Meng Shu looked at this strange man who didn't speak, put his hand on the table, and tentatively opened his mouth again.

The man looked down at Meng Shu's pale hand, and there was a shallow scar on the back of his hand.

"How did you get it?" he grabbed Meng Shu's hand, and there was concern in his words. She didn't know what was going on, why the stranger in front of her was making such an intimate move.

Meng Shu took advantage of the time to shrink back, looked at the man lightly, and his tone was unwavering, but he heard the vigilance and precautions: "We don't know each other, it's too impolite." ”

The man paused and smiled again.

A smile spread out on his originally gloomy face: "It's good that you can still talk to me." ”

Meng Shu looked at him. Indeed, she did not know him, and there was no trace of him in every detail of her memory. She didn't know if it was because she couldn't remember what happened a long time ago, or if the two had known each other in the old days? Her teeth trembled slightly unconsciously, but her heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and she couldn't affect her emotions in the slightest.

"Meng Shu. The man cried out.

She didn't respond, even though her name blurted out from his mouth, but the unfamiliar sound was like cold ice, making her body freeze gradually.

It was too cold, and the tone was desperate and hopeful, distant but full of tenderness.

She met his cold face, eager eyes. The man changed softly again: "Meng Shu." ”

Meng Shu agreed, "Hmm." ”

She then asked, "Do we know each other?"

The man didn't know how to answer, he met her gaze and looked at himself again. He stood in the shadow of the screen, while Meng Shu stood in the sunlight cast by the glass skylight. He didn't want to deceive himself, but he suddenly felt that he and Meng Shu were people who wanted to live in the world. He was now dark, frightened, desperate, unrecognizable in pain.

He never thought that Meng Shu was still alive and could stand here and talk to him.

The man was unsure, and asked again: "Is it Meng Shu?"

"Hmm. ”

He finally came back to his senses a little, and pulled a smile back to his senses and said, "Youji." ”

"Xiao Youji. ”

She repeated it silently, and it was true that she did not recognize.

"Have we ever known each other?"

"Recognize. He nodded.

Meng Shu smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly brightened: "I don't remember, what's the matter?"

"Three thousand years ago, on the Leyou Mountain. He said slowly.

She didn't know how the conversation should continue, her memories were shattered, and only black, white and white shadows shuttled through her mind. Her eyes were serious and persistent, and she took off the shell she had just guarded against and hurriedly asked, "Then what?"

"Then ......" The man didn't think about what to say, but was interrupted by Zhu Chi.

Zhu Chi walked down, still carrying Meng Shu's demonic aura on his body. Xiao Youji was sensitive, and in an instant, he could see his purple demonic hair and pupils. Zhu's reddish-brown hair also turned slightly purple-red, and even the deep skin was full of Meng Shu's smell.

Strange and familiar.

He held his breath for a moment, his eyebrows tightened, his hands were still hidden under the still clenched into fists, and he stared at Zhu Chi deadly.

When he saw Zhu Chi, Xiao Youji woke up from a big dream and remembered his mission to come to the world - to see if this person was dead.

Now I see it with my own eyes, and I am not dead!

It's still alive and well!

There is still the smell of Meng Shu on his body!

He wanted to hide the murderous aura that seeped out of every pore, but he couldn't bury it anyway. Meng Shu also felt it, it seemed that Xiao Youji had a life-and-death momentum from the moment he saw Zhu Chi. He reverted to his gloomy appearance, and there was no trace of joy in his brow and in his eyes.

Meng Shu looked strange.

Zhu Chi behind him felt unimpressed, he hadn't recovered from the comfort of Meng Shu's demonic power. At the beginning, my heart was always empty, but now after being filled with demonic power, I feel strong all over my body.

The man was dripping with cold sweat behind his back, glanced at Zhu Chi coldly, and asked in a strange way, "Why are you here?"

Zhu Chi retorted and pushed back: "Why can't I be here, this is my home!"

Your home?

When Xiao Youji heard this, a wave of anger appeared in his eyes, and he repeated it again, with bitterness and disappointment: "Your family?"

"Yes!" Zhu Chi leaned on the stairs, looking like what can you do with me. I thought in my heart, this man is really strange, but when he says a word, he looks like he wants to kill himself. He won't fall from Zhuxian Terrace by himself, he caused it single-handedly. Damn brain, can't remember anything. Otherwise, he wouldn't be tempted like an idiot.

Meng Shu saw this scene and asked, "You two know each other?"

Xiao Youji knew that he couldn't hide it, so he said: "I used to know each other, but I didn't know each other." Don't talk about the past. A sentence was scolded back by Meng Shu.

I thought this person would explain, but he spared words like gold, and he didn't reveal any useful information to himself.

"Meng Shu," Xiao Youji raised his eyes and shouted, motioning for her to take a step forward. She looked at this strangely, but she didn't mean to hurt herself, and walked around the table, taking a step closer to the man. Xiao Youji looked at the only one left in her pupils, and her mood was half better.

He whispered, "You have to be careful......

"Hey, what are you two talking about!" Zhu Chi saw that Meng Shu was so close to other men, and his heart felt bitter and astringent. He yelled, and intensified to listen. Who knew that Xiao Youji's wrist turned, and a whirlwind rose from the ground with his backhand, bypassing Meng Shu's side, and rushing straight towards Zhu Chi.

Meng Shu's eyes were quick, his left hand was slightly raised, and the streamers between his clothes floated in the air as if they were blown by the wind, and in an instant, they were like sword blades plunging straight into the whirlwind.

It was tangible and intangible, but it made a "sonorous" sound, like an arrow to resist.