He was willing to accompany me to the Immortal Dao Continent, accompanied me from spring and summer to cold and summer, accompanied me from Quzhi City to Runxia City, and in order to catch my sister's murderer, he was even willing to take action for me.

From what I wanted to say before to what I think about now, every sentence seems to be chewed up before I dare to say it.

He started hugging me, and he hugged me often. I began to take care of me and learned how to love people. The strange thing is that I didn't have the slightest rejection, and I just lay down as a matter of course.

Even in the end, my dormitory was filled with his things.

He turned a huge cold palace into the main hall alive.

Habit is such a terrible thing, and from the day I obey him, it dooms me to be unable to make any move to refuse him.

I guess I should like him, I guess.

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On the day I finally caught Yuan Yanbo, my mood was not as happy as I imagined, just as I was not as sad as I imagined on the day Qi Qingqing died.

Because I know that the mastermind of killing Qi Qingqing is not Yuan Yanbo, just as I can vaguely feel that my sister is not Qi Qingqing.

The one who woke me up was the one who really killed Qi Qingqing's murderer.

His name was Shadow, and he said he had seen me, and he even said he wanted to kill me.

He regarded Qi Qingqing as me, and originally he wanted to kill me.

None of that matters.

The most important thing is that he said that Qi Qingqing is not my sister, he knows who my sister is.

He said he could help me, help me get my memories back, and even my sister.

It sounds tempting.

But how could someone who wanted to kill me suddenly want to help me?

Unless it helps me, it can be good for him.

Or rather, it's a good thing for him when I regain my memory.

What can make me care is that there is probably only one sister in this world. I know myself too well that I will be able to give everything I have for my sister.

Presumably, if I recover my memory, it must be good for my sister.

I had a bolder idea – to die.

He wanted to kill Qi Qingqing because she regarded Qi Qingqing as me, which means that he actually wanted to kill me, which is the same effect as making me think of it.

Only my death can help my sister.

That is, my sister is going to die!

There is only one person in this world who is close to life and I have a good impression - Sheng Shuyuan.

Going around and around, in fact, my sister is right next to me.

I thought a lot about the fact that Shadow escaped from us and I went back to the South Sacred Palace.

That night, I finally decided to let Sheng Shuyuan return to Nansheng with Yulin Bell.

As soon as this decision came out, I saw for the first time that the Southern Saint King lost his hand in a gaffe.

We are all smart people, and if I can think of it, the Southern Saint King should be able to think of it too.

He certainly knows what my decision means.

From the moment he found Yulin Ling, he actually wanted me to confess the Lord, so that I could last at least a year.

But I refused.

Although he is reluctant to give this artifact away, he will not contradict me for anything.

Hearing that I asked Sheng Shuyuan to come back, he shook his thumb and little finger slightly and took me in his arms.

I saw him rub his hands almost inaudibly, and I reached out to touch his palm, which was wet.

He was sweating.

His voice sounded over my head, "Qiqi, are you willing to be my queen?" ”

It's the first time I've seen this man nervous.

I looked up at him, "Even if it's just for one day?" ”

"One day is a queen, and naturally a lifetime is a queen. I originally wanted to ask for a serious marriage, but now I can't wait. "The Southern Saint King pursed his lips, okay?" ”

This sentence is good, I feel humbled into the dust.

"Listen to the king." I smiled and said this deliberately, seeing a flash of gloom in his eyes.

I'm happy, of course, but I can't let him feel my pleasure.

I should be in love with him.

This conclusion came to my palace when Sheng Shuyuan came to my palace and gave me a thorough feeling of heart.

The surging love rolled over and struck, and from the first time he hugged me, the waves never stopped.

I can even explain why I didn't return Sheng Shuyuan's artifact Yulin Ling, because I wanted to draw out the shadow, I wanted to kill him, so that Sheng Shuyuan would have no worries.

More importantly, I don't want him to ruin my wedding to King Nansheng.

Sure enough, the shadow came as scheduled, and I brainwashed him with the things I thought about with the same inference, and he really believed it.

Shadow is dead.

I watched as a bead fell from his shattered body and crashed into my head.

It's a memory I've lost. It carries all my memories of my sister.

It was transformed into a human form by a transformation bead, and it had a familiar name - Qi Qingqing.

Originally, as soon as Qi Qingqing died, this bead could be returned to me immediately, but it was imprisoned in his own space because it was mistaken for my heart by the shadow.

The impression of my sister in my mind seems to have been swept away from the dust, and there are gradually clear traces.

I remembered my sister, I remembered Shadow, I remembered everything, and even the Southern Saint King.

I've met the Southern Saint King before, when I was very young.

At that time, my sister's mother had just died, and my sister's health was not good, and the Southern Saint King almost didn't lift up the Heavenly Palace, and he even defeated the Heavenly Dao who didn't use divine power.

I think that the obedience after entering the palace was probably raised at that time.

From the day I knew I was born for my sister, there was no doubt that I was refusal.

Who doesn't want to be remembered by others? Who wouldn't want to survive? Who doesn't want to be stronger? Who just wants to save another person when they die?

Later, I was melted by my sister's love, and I began to envy myself, how nice it would be if I had a father like my sister?

How nice would it be if I had a strong man for me?

This admiration for the strong man was pressed on the Southern Shengwang who defeated the Heavenly Dao, and I can even remember his name - Nanshenggu.

When did I go from being full of love and only having my sister to the Southern Saint King in my mind?

If I hadn't loved him, I wouldn't have been with him in his arms before I was nearing my life.

If I don't love him, I won't look at the stars with him and talk about my ideal life.

If I didn't love him, I wouldn't even agree to waste a day on the last day of my life just to have a queen's ceremony.

But the feeling of running back to each other came too late!

I'm out of time.

I can't let him feel that I like him too, and every time I can't help but mention it, I immediately prevaricate about my sister's past.

Every time he mentioned his sister, his eyes dimmed.

In the end, I still couldn't say those words to him.

Not to mention the shortest queen of Nansheng, maybe he will have to bear the reputation of his wife and son......

It's a pity that love can't be declared, and people like me can't even compensate for it in the afterlife......