The life of the human world has passed without panic, and it has not become disoriented because of the disappearance of a young girl.

Xia Shiyu's stand-in puppet successfully concealed everyone, including the school's teachers, the security guards of the community, and even the location of his own parents, only Bai Sushu and Mo Mo and a group of friends were looking for a way to save Xia Shiyu.

Xia Shiyu in the demon world is combing Mu Shuang's hair at the moment, the little guy's seven or eight-year-old figure has reached her shoulders, and she has the same long hair as Mu Liangqi, but Mu Shuang's is ink, and Mu Liangqi is silver, in addition, the two of them are really carved out of the same mold.

Listening to Mu Shuang, when he was two hundred years old, he was taken by Mu Liangqi to participate in the Ten Thousand Demon Conference, and was officially crowned the prince, shocking the demon world......

"I heard that there was a Nanhai woman among the guests who came that time, and she sent an embroidered picture of a phoenix, and my father didn't even look at it and asked someone to throw it back, and told me not to pay attention to it - I thought at that time, that woman must not be as beautiful as her mother!"

"All these years...... How did he live? Taking advantage of Mu Liangqi's absence, Xia Shiyu secretly asked about the past thousand years.

"My father had always taken me with him, but he was busy after he took the Taixu Yin-Yang Mirror...... I was busy with something, so I was sent to Uncle Gaya......"

So...... Did he get his soul back......

And why bother?

Mu Shuang spent an afternoon telling the story of a thousand years, and Xia Shiyu only touched his head after listening to it, "It turns out that there are so many stories......

"Although my mother doesn't remember, but when I was still Xuan Bing, I also heard my mother tell a lot of stories about you and my father, wait until I tell my mother slowly, maybe my mother can remember it......"

"Whoa!!"

Mu Liangqi stood outside the broken temple gate, his white clothes faintly smelled of blood, and he had just hurriedly pulled the wound, blood seeped out, and he changed into a white shirt that was dyed red.

"Father?"

"Take him out." Mu Liangqi had a cold face, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and the snow girl behind him hurriedly took out Mu Shuang, who was at a loss.

"What do you ask him for...... It's none of your business. When he came, he only heard Shuang'er say the last words to her, and hurriedly raised his hand to break the door, and he didn't look at it, and was almost demolished by his own cubs......

"Did you have a crush before?"

It was the first time she had asked him about once.

Mu Liangqi's expression moved slightly, "It's all ...... Things in the past......"

"Isn't that like?" If she had paid attention, she would have noticed that her shoulders were trembling, and how suspicious would this question become...... She didn't care about it at the moment.

"It's not something you should ask—" He was afraid that she would remember, and even more afraid that she would not remember, and that he had misunderstood that his heart belonged, so he could only take her hand, and the two of them walked out of the palace in silence.

After the heavenly fire in Zijin Huadu, the city was full of sentry guards, which showed that Mu Liangqi had already ordered to strictly prevent the gods from making trouble.

The two of them came to a valley, and a burst of fragrance came, it was noon, but the entrance of the valley was still foggy, like a secret realm of the fairy world, "Where is this?" Xia Shiyu asked.

Mu Liangqi didn't answer, with a wave of his hand, the cloud-like thick mist dispersed, the two went straight into the valley, the valley was full of flowers, a few round hares ran by his feet from time to time, but he was not afraid of people at all, Xia Shiyu was stunned, and when the two of them walked to the depths of the valley, a bronze statue revealed its true body.

"When the month expires, I'll send you off from here......"

The blood on his body was still flowing, Xia Shiyu was shocked, reached out and tore off the shirt on his left shoulder, and began to bandage him, "Why didn't you think about the injuries on your body when you just shot...... Yesterday was just better, this ......"

He hugged her, with all his might, without the slightest hesitation of her exclamations.

"Does it hurt?" She asked hurriedly.

The soft lips were pecked like this, "It hurts-"

That heart has been hurting for a long, long time.

A thousand years.