Feng Qian's eyes narrowed, fading away all the impropriety, and frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about how to answer him.

After a long time, he said: "Nangong Che, do you know, in fact, before you met me, I just lost my memory not long ago. ”

As soon as her words fell, a trace of surprise flashed across Nangong Che's face.

"You understand the feeling that you don't know anyone and that anyone around you might be bad for you?"

Feng Qian had never mentioned these things to anyone, not even to Jun Moying.

Maybe it's because of the current atmosphere that she said these words that are buried deep in her heart.

Jun Moying was not the first person she saw when she woke up, but she was the first person to enter her life with that kind of gentle and tough attitude. Maybe at first she was just scared - she was scared of the one around her, so she wanted to find someone to rely on, but over time, she got used to having him.

The man blended into her life bit by bit in the simplest, but least likely to be missed.

He protected her everywhere, indulged her, and used her to a lifetime, so that she knew that she was in feudal antiquity, and dared to go against all those who didn't like her.

What if not?

She is not one of those waste wood heroines who cross the female strong text, nor can she counterattack the genius summoner with a golden finger wide open, if there is no Jun Moying, she may have been gnawed by the women in the palace who have pink eye.

"At that time, I only had him." Feng Qian's eyes were slightly staring, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious.

Therefore, Jun Moying is a very special existence for her, irreplaceable.

The reason why she stayed was because she was grateful to Nangong Toru for saving her, and on the other hand, it was also to make her words clear.

******

When Jun Moying heard "something big happened", he knew that things must not be simple, otherwise Hanxiao would not have specially asked people to invite him.

But he never thought that the so-called big thing would be like this.

Mo Shaoyuan died.

An object that Gu Quan tried so hard to kill died so lightly, and died so miserably, that he didn't even leave a whole corpse.

If it weren't for the clothes and accessories on his body, all of which hadn't changed, he really wouldn't have recognized the same person.

"Brother Huang, this ......" Jun Hanxiao frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him, his face was extremely solemn, "Who could be killing him?" ”

"This explosion came so coincidentally, and it wasn't just him." Jun Moying said in a deep voice, "Mo Shaoyuan knows martial arts, unless the person who arranged this explosion wanted to blow everyone present to death, he would never choose such a risky way." ”

Jun Hanxiao was suddenly startled: "What does the imperial brother mean......"

"This corpse, apart from the fact that its body is somewhat similar to Mo Shaoyuan's, and the clothes on his body are the same as Mo Shaoyuan's, what else can prove his identity?" Jun Moying's eyes were deep.

Jun Hanxiao's breath stagnated: "This is not Mo Shaoyuan?!" ”

"I'm just guessing, I'm not sure yet." Jun Moying said coldly, "However, if it is not bad as I expected-Mo Shaoyuan Golden Cicada broke out of his shell and left in this way, what do you think it is for?" ”

Jun Hanxiao's stunned mind was pulled back by him, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head: "Brother Chen...... Ignorance. ”

For the first time in his life, Jun Hanxiao was so anxious about his IQ.

"I don't know." Someone snorted and answered.

"Jun Moying!" At this moment, Feng Qian ran over panting.