"The Emperor Young Lord is here, the Emperor Young Lord is here!!"

I don't know who whispered excitedly, provoking everyone at the banquet to stretch their necks to look at the door.

A brocade robe with black clothes and gold rimmed came into view, and the cold man who was respected by everyone was quite handsome and high-spirited, with an indescribable ethereal dust, he walked forward slowly, and his every move attracted everyone's attention.

Fairy and beautiful, lonely and cold, long hair like a waterfall, eyes falling stars, fluttering like the world.

Such a demeanor is undoubtedly God's favorite.

All the women present seemed to have been hit in the heart by Yan.

Only Mu Lingjiu leisurely ate the fruit on the table, well, this fruit with its own aura is really excellent.

Until the banquet began, Mu Lingjiu did not cast her eyes at Emperor Yunxian, she was thinking about how to get the key.

The defense of this emperor's house seems to be weak, but in fact, there are guards in every place, and even some dead corners are guarded in the dark.

It's hard to do it!

At this time, Mu Lingjiu obviously thought too deeply, and didn't notice that someone had set his eyes on her.

Until, the Lord of the Emperor said: "This emperor heard that Mu Yunxian, the daughter of the Mu family, has not fallen, and has recently returned to the void, right!" ”

As soon as these words fell, Mu Lingjiu finally came back to his senses.

Mu Yuchuan got up and replied: "Yes, Ling Mei did return home the day before yesterday, but God did not treat her favorably, so she forgot the past. ”

"It's good to come back alive, it's a trivial matter to lose memory or something, right, Xiao Yunling." The Lord of the Emperor looked at the woman beside Mu Huaixi nonchalantly.

Mu Ling Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the old man was asking her.

"I'm sorry, the name Yunling didn't make the little girl react for a while."

"Have you forgotten your name? You used to like the name Yunling very much. A slightly tentative gaze swept over Mu Ling Jiu.

Mu Ling Jiu looked directly at the Emperor Lord with clear eyes.

"The name Yunling represents the previous life, and now that I am the Ninth Pastoral Spirit, I don't have to worry about a name in the previous life."

The Emperor Lord's wrinkled face was slightly surprised, and then he narrowed his eyes and said:

"Looks like you don't have that meaning for Yun Xian either."

At the beginning, Yunling liked this name completely because it matched the name Yunxian.

Mu Lingjiu's expression was a little puzzled, she didn't mean anything to Di Yunxian, but why did she see it because of a name? ?

It wasn't until everyone stopped looking at her that Mu Lingjiu raised his eyes and glanced at Di Yunxian, it didn't matter if she didn't look at it, this look made her directly shocked.

Who will tell her why this Di Yun string is exactly the same as Di Qianchen??

As if he had a heart in his heart, Di Yunxian also raised his head and looked over.

The four eyes met, and Mu Lingjiu was stunned.

Isn't this pair of golden pupils another soul on Emperor Qianchen's body at the beginning.

She's messy......

And Di Yunxian over there hooked his lips silently.

Silly Ling'er.

After the feast, Mu Lingjiu felt that her brain was dizzy, and halfway through Di Yunxian's smiling gaze was always on her, which made her a little suspicious that this was Di Qianchen, but why did Di Qianchen become Di Yunxian.

And what's going on with those golden eyes??

When Mu Lingjiu was just thinking about whether to go to Di Yunxian to ask, Di Yunxian appeared directly and abducted her.

There was a gust of wind in his ears, and Mu Lingjiu was hugged by his princess.

"Emperor Qianchen?" She shouted tentatively.

"It's me!" The voice with a smile sounded above, and Mu Lingjiu's heart calmed down a lot, and the hand holding him tightened a little.

Di Qianchen took her to a bright mansion.

This is his abode in the Void.

After falling to the ground, Mu Lingjiu couldn't wait to ask the question that puzzled her.

Di Qianchen pulled her to sit down, her thin cold lips pursed her cheeks, and then hugged the grievance and said:

"Really, doesn't Ling'er want me?"

Without waiting for Mu Lingjiu to answer, Di Qianchen continued: "I really miss Ling'er! ”