"Little girl, long time no see."

It's just seven words, but the woman in white who is ready to do it is stunned for a moment,

It's been a long time since anyone called her that.

"Who are you?"

The woman in white came back to her senses and asked sharply, but Yang Xuan caught a trace of panic in her eyes.

"When you were born, your mother died in childbirth."

"When you were one year old, your father was killed by a wolf while hunting in the mountains, leaving you and your brother to depend on each other."

"When you were five years old, your brother was beaten away by the monks of the Feather God Dynasty."

did not answer the question of the woman in white, but Yang Xuan stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly.

"Boom!"

After finishing speaking, a sky-high momentum suddenly erupted, and a proud killing intent surged around.

"Y-who!?"

The woman in white said word by word, but her words were mixed with endless killing intent.

She didn't understand why this man, who had been hiding in the shadows, knew about her past.

Could it be a monk sent by the Feather God Dynasty? Wrong! The Feathered God Dynasty doesn't even know her name!

"I remember that before leaving the village, your brother asked me to take care of you."

"Yang Xuan?!!!"

The woman in white blurted out almost subconsciously, her eyes full of disbelief.

In her memory, along with her brother, she was taken away by the Feather God Dynasty and the boy who lived across the street from her house.

The slightly chubby boy is a little bit of a young man who has been playing with her brother since she was a child, and she didn't follow her brother and his little butt when she was a child, calling people "Brother Xuan".

"Wait, weren't you also taken away by the Feather God Dynasty back then?"

The woman in white was completely messy now, and in her impression, she remembered that the young man was also taken away by the Feather God Dynasty.

Since his brother is no longer there, then his hair should also be dead.

If it weren't for Yang Xuan's words today, which touched a memory that had been buried in her brain, she would have forgotten that person altogether.

"It seems that she really has only Ye Feng in her heart."

Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, fortunately, the current ruthless emperor has not yet reached the age of establishment, and he still retains the memories of his childhood in his mind, and he still has an impression of his brother's hair here.

If it was the white-clothed empress 200,000 years later...... With me in the same village? Or a former best friend of my brother? That Brother Xuan?

I'm sorry, my mother didn't remember, I don't remember.

Immediately, Yang Xuan smiled again, "Do you think that person is long gone?" ”

The woman in white didn't speak, just looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously, and nodded lightly.

"Little girl, I'm not dead, I'm alive." Yang Xuan sighed softly, as if he was lost and satisfied, "Over the years, you have suffered. ”

"You ......"

The woman in white gasped, took a step forward, and came to Yang Xuan in an instant, her clear beautiful eyes revealing an incredible look, and her pleasant voice was full of shock.

"Yang Xuan?"

"It's been almost twenty years since I said goodbye to the past," Yang Xuan looked at the peerless female cultivator in front of him, and said indifferently, "You have grown up"

"Really, is it really you?"

The woman in white stared at the young Taoist in front of her, her handsome face was really similar to the slightly chubby young man she remembered in her childhood.

"Alas, I went back to Xiaobei Village," Yang Xuan sighed softly, looked at the woman in white who was a little overwhelmed, and said lightly, "I heard the old village chief say that my father and mother are gone, and you have also been included in a certain sect, so I tracked it all the way, but I didn't expect ......"

"The wanted criminal who assassinated the Nine Emperors of the Feather God Dynasty is actually you!"

"But aren't you dead? How could it be ......" The woman in white looked at Yang Xuan blankly, unable to accept this reality for a while.

After her brother left, she always stayed near the five-color altar, and one day when she saw many people returning, she ran forward desperately, but only saw her brother's corpse.

From that day on, the innocent little girl was erased from the world and replaced by ...... She is a nun who rises out of obsession with the world.

As for the hair of the brother who was taken away together, it was no different from a dead man in her eyes.

Yang Xuan saw that the woman in white was still a little confused, stretched out his index finger, and condensed a ball of light on his fingertips, which shot straight into the center of the woman's eyebrows.

"This ......"

The thought that did not enter the center of her eyebrows, a past incident came to mind......

"Uncle, can you buy a basket of steamed buns with all this money?"

In a bustling market, two teenagers dressed in patched sackcloth pleaded in front of a stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a kind face, looked at the string of copper coins in the hand of one of the emaciated teenagers, shook his head and said, "There is still a penny." ”

"Ah Xuan," the young man looked at the slightly chubby young man beside him, with a sad expression, "Do you still have any money on you?" ”

"Ye Feng, I don't have it" The young man who was called Ah Xuan shook his head and said helplessly, "My father and mother gave me that little money." ”

The two teenagers had planned to get together to buy a cage of soup dumplings, but they found that they didn't have enough money.

"Brother, you're hungry."

The emaciated boy was followed by a little girl with pigtails, staring at the steaming steamer with her eyes, swallowing her saliva, pulling the horns of the boy's clothes, and saying in a milky voice.

"Wait a minute."

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl, and suddenly remembered that today was his daughter's birthday, so he smiled and took out a steamer, wrapped the steaming soup packet in oiled paper, and handed it to the two teenagers in front of him.

"Uncle, isn't there still a penny left?" The stall owner's move surprised the two teenagers.

"I'm going to close the stall soon, so I'll give you this penny." The middle-aged man waved his hand and began to clean up the stall.

"Thank you, uncle!"

The two teenagers thanked the stall owner again and again, and after putting away the money, they opened the oiled paper bag.

"Hello, take it!"

The emaciated boy took out the first soup bag from the oiled paper bag, carefully placed it on the little girl's white and tender hands, and told again.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

The little girl looked at the white and clear soup bag in her hand, and when she bit into it, the soup overflowed, comforting her little belly that had been empty for a long time.

Licking her lips, the little girl's face was full of satisfaction, and she would never forget the delicious taste......

"That's right" Coming back from the past, the woman in white raised her head, looked at the young Taoist who was still breezy and calm, and smiled lightly, "You are Yang Xuan." ”

After finishing speaking, the light veil that covered his face suddenly dispersed like a mist, and a beautiful face appeared in front of Yang Xuan's eyes.

It was a face that was so perfect that it was almost immaculate, like the bright moon of the nine heavens, white, smooth, and full of sacredness.

"Where is my brother? Tell me quickly!! ”