Qi Mo'er hurriedly shouted, only feeling that if she didn't shout to stop, she would definitely go on and on.

She said in a cold voice: "I don't know you, let alone your princess, you recognize the wrong person." ”

"Impossible." The girl shook her head, stared at a pair of round eyes, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but when she saw that there were men all around, she knew that she couldn't talk about this matter in detail in such a public eye, so she had to say cryptically: "Slave, slave knows that you have a birthmark of a blood-colored butterfly on your body, there must be one." ”

After finishing speaking, he nodded in the affirmative.

Qi Mo'er's heart jumped, Nima, don't you want to be so bloody!

"She's telling the truth?" Mu Yunche asked in a low voice, the brilliance in his eyes flowing, making people unable to understand his emotions.

"I do have a blood-colored butterfly mark on me." Qi Mo'er said, paused, and said something very bloody: "But I really don't remember her, and besides, I don't have any memories of the past......"

Ahem, amnesia, is always the best explanation.

"What are you going to do with her?" Mu Yunche's eyes darkened, like a night without stars in the dark night, leaving nothing in the dark.

Qi Mo'er touched Ahri's hairy head and said indifferently, "Drive it away." ”

Mu Yunche was satisfied, the darkness in his eyes seemed to be driven away by the starlight, leaving only a beautiful starry sky, and then a smile on his lips that made the world lose color, and he raised his chin lightly: "Drive her away." ”

Just as they were about to make a move, a male voice as ethereal as a flute suddenly sounded: "Mo'er, aren't you going back with us?" ”

Not far away, a figure stood quietly, the orange light of the remnant sun sprinkled behind him, the face that was not stunning was covered with a thin shadow, the eyebrows were like distant mountains, and the eyes as clear as water had a soft and intimate smile, but it gave people a feeling of nothingness, as if he would fly away at any time, untouched by the world, and not existed in the world.

This is a man who is completely different from Mu Yunche, if Mu Yunche is a goblin. The ghost lord is Shura, and this man is an immortal.

Who is this? The corners of Qi Mo'er's mouth cramped, in ancient times, it was indeed a place rich in beautiful men, although she had not seen the full picture of the ghost lord.

The girl ran over with a cheerful face, and when she approached him, her pretty little face flushed slightly: "General Xuanyuan, you are here." ”

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Qi nodded with a smile, and then stopped looking at her, and his eyes fell in the direction where Qi Mo'er was standing.

At that glance, it seemed to have passed through thousands of centuries, and it seemed to be close at hand.

The girl's eyes were a little dark.

Although it was a little far away, Qi Mo'er clearly recognized these eyes, this man was the man who stuffed himself with a piece of jade pendant when he was on the street, but his face was different, I think it was because he brought a human mask.

"I don't know you, and I won't go back with you." Qi Mo'er refused indifferently, go and kiss? She didn't have that interest, and she also felt that her body might really be the eldest princess of Qi Xuanguo.

But so what?

Xuanyuan Qi was stunned, but quickly came back to his senses, looking at the face that was so familiar that it was carved into his heart, he felt that his breath was about to stagnate.

is still that cute and soft face, but it is no longer gentle, which is very different from the memory of her.