"Huo'er, are you also admiring the moon?" Nan Moyi raised the wine to the moon and poured it down. The cold wind blew, and the drunkenness was hazy. In the 21st century, she has always been a drinker, because she is a killer and must always be sharp, alcohol can slow people to react, and if they are seized by enemies or the police, they will die.

Besides, as a ninja, you are not allowed to drink alcohol.

But there are no policemen in this world, and there are no enemies. The day she fully recovered her physique and got the weapon was also the moment she left this hellish place.

She had a premonition that she and Huo'er were finally going to meet.

She's going to find her.

The moon in the sky gradually turned into two or three, Nan Moyi shook his head in a daze, and his hand was about to touch another pot of wine, but he touched a warm hand.

As soon as she was excited, most of the wine was gone, and she was about to get up and jump away, but she was choked by the person next to her, and at the same time, an unfamiliar voice sounded.

"How did you learn to drink?"

Nan Moyi looked back in a daze, she had never seen this man before. The delicate cheeks are childish, the bright eyes are like the bright moon in the sky, the chin is pointed and thin, the long hair is tied up, and she pulls her wrist, like a child coquettish.

"What?" Nan Moyi flicked his hand away, "Little brother, don't recognize people." Although the child did not seem to have any ill intentions, she sat away a little and kept her distance from him.

"What little brother, I'm obviously the same age as you." The little brother frowned and said very unpleasantly.

"Oh? Really? How old are you? ”

“15。”

"Poof." Nan Moyi couldn't help but spray, "What are you kidding, my sister is twenty years old." ”

"How is it possible, how old is the ink clothes, will the chief weir not know?" City Chief Yan suddenly sat up, moved his butt and sat next to Nan Moyi, "It's just that I haven't seen you for a few months, and Moyi has forgotten me?" Looks like I'm going to come back more often in the future. ”

"What...... Is it? Nan Moyi looked at the child in front of him suspiciously, and some memories of the past suddenly appeared in his mind.

Cheng Chiefyan, the youngest eighth prince of Gao Nanguo, practiced martial arts at the age of three, composed poetry at the age of four, could write at the age of five, debated the Taifu speechless at the age of eight, and participated in the Jinshi examination at the age of ten to obtain the title of champion in one fell swoop. He was calm and quick-witted, and was known as a prodigy and was deeply loved by the emperor. I heard that this Gao Nan Kingdom, in addition to the three princes, is the eighth prince who is most likely to pass on the throne. However, after all, these eight princes are five years younger than the third prince, but it can be said that Jiang is still old and spicy, and it is really difficult to judge whether he wins or loses.

Yo, prodigy? Good majesty.

"Okay, I remember." Nan Moyi rubbed her dizzy forehead, but how could she not remember how she knew him? How did you meet?

"It's normal not to remember everything." Cheng Chiefyan took away the jars of wine, stood up, hugged Nan Moyi into his arms, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Moyi, I'm too weak, you wait, when I become the emperor, I will come to greet you, and take Jiangshan as an appointment." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Nan Moyi's mouth twitched, and he lifted the child who appeared out of nowhere in front of him, gave him a blank look, and picked up the wine jar on the side and drank it.

"I don't know you well, don't be close, and I don't like children."

Hearing this, Cheng Chiefyan's face became more bitter, and he looked at Nan Moyi's appearance, very aggrieved.

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