Mo Lanjiu's two gentle questions made Ling Luo's jaw almost fall to the ground, wouldn't it? Mo Lan Jiuye, he actually lost his memory? How could such a vulgar and bloody plot be encountered by her?

"Mo Lan Jiuye, don't you really recognize who I am?" Although such scenes are commonplace in various romance TV series, Ling Luo still wants to confirm it, after all, those virtual characters are written by the director, but Mo Lan Jiuye is the person who really lives in front of her, there is a world of difference between the two.

Mo Lan Jiuye's inky and pure eyes were tightly locked on Ling Luo's face, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he still shook his head, his expression was not the slightest bit turbulent, but he asked her simply and cutely, "Should I know you?" ”

It was clearly the same face, but now Mo Lan Jiuye was like the demon Ling Luo knew before, as if it was carved out of clear glass, and there was no scheming and gloom in a pair of black eyes, only pure clarity and cleanliness.

Ling Luo sighed at the same time that Mo Lan Jiu Ye had lost his memory, but he also felt relieved for him in his heart, maybe it was because God had poor Mo Lan Jiu Ye suffered too much pain and torture, so that he would lose the memories that were more sad than joyful before, on the other hand, this is also a good thing, the pain of the past has dissipated with the memory, and Mo Lan Jiu Ye can start again in the real sense.

In this short moment, Ling Luo had countless thoughts in his mind, and finally made a decision the moment he raised his head.

Ling Luoyan smiled and held Mo Lan Jiuye's hand, smiling as bright as a sunflower born towards the sun, and introducing himself in a voice as sweet as maple sugar, "I am your friend, Ling Luo. ”

Hearing the word "friend", Mo Lan Jiuye's eyes instantly flashed with a bright light, and a stunning face also changed from sluggish and immature who didn't know anything before to warm and soft.

Seeing that Mo Lan Jiuye's reaction was quite gentle, the little abacus in Ling Luo's heart crackled, and then he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said all the words in his head, "You are the king of the demon capital, called Mo Lan Jiuye, I accidentally went mad because of improper cultivation, and I suddenly lost my memory after I healed my injuries." ”

Both Qian and Xiao Ziyu could hear that Ling Luo was deliberately avoiding Mo Lan Jiuye's sore spots, but they didn't interject much, because they both knew very well that she was doing this for Mo Lan Jiuye's good after all, so they just quietly watched Mo Lan Jiuye's reaction.

"Magic City? King? Mo Lan Jiuye, whose mind was blank, obviously did not doubt Ling Luo's words, but had long been confused by her friend's words and completely believed them, but she was a little unacceptable for the short words with a huge amount of information.

The skin was as white as jade, and Mo Lan Jiuye felt a headache because of overthinking, and her forehead was wrinkled into a big "Chuan" character, which made people feel distressed at first sight.

Ling Luo immediately moved out of the doctor's shelf, put down Mo Lan Jiuye who was sitting up again, and carefully covered him with the quilt and instructed in a soft tone, "Your body has just improved, and you are still very weak, but don't worry, rest well, I will tell you everything slowly." ”