Since they promised Lu Cheng not to harm themselves, and wanted to achieve their ulterior motives, they could only use this soft weapon.

It's exactly what they're good at.

They let themselves run around in this place like a headless fly, ignoring their beloved all the time, indifferent, nothing more than wanting to consume themselves, exhaust all their hopes, and extinguish all the friendships in their hearts.

Until one day, even if she is really released, when she really sees Jing Mohao and her son, she will no longer have the ** of heartbeat, and there will be no taste of longing.

When I saw them, I would only think of those thousands of indifferent faces, and I would be extremely disgusted and disgusted.

This is their conspiracy, let themselves give up Jing Mohao first and give up loving him.

But they don't know her Luoxi too much, she is no longer the stunned Luoxi in S City, how much she has also broken through the Dark Empire alone, and has tasted the bitterness of the illusion a few times, if you can't see through their tricks again, wouldn't you be sorry for their hard work.

If nothing else, even if it's just for the child in her belly, she must find a way to get through.

Since they want to forget it themselves, then try to forget it themselves.

Jing Mohao, I'm going to try to forget you, will you be so angry that you go crazy?

Remembering that you only need a second to remember, forgetting you, words that are a little painful to say, are not even more unbearable to do.

The people in this Phantom Cloud Castle are in a hurry every day, collecting all kinds of colorful and different forms of herbs, drying and grinding, and they are always busy.

And she is in it, but she is a big idler, every day except to admire this face carved into the heart, deepen her thoughts over and over again, in this muddy mudflat, she has nothing to do.

Shouldn't you turn your gaze and let yourself do something else?

A human heart is so big, and a head can only hold so many things.

Filling the heart with something else, filling the memory, maybe you can weaken someone's place in your own memories.

Lowering his eyes slightly, he casually followed a passer-by, followed him into a room step by step, and threw himself into labor.

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Jing Mohao returned to the Xixi Manor, and Yan Yu followed closely behind, holding a thick stack of notices in his hand.

"Young Master, this is the sixteenth time that Phantom Styl has asked to meet, and we still refuse?"

Jing Mohao stopped, his long legs together, and stood still, but he didn't turn back.

His eyes rose slightly, and he looked at the door upstairs that had begun to collect dust, and his expression was difficult to fathom.

Time seemed to freeze for a while, so Yan Yu didn't know whether to go out or hand over the documents to him.

Suddenly, Jing Mohao spoke, "Location." ”

Yan Yu's old waist flashed in an instant, and he hurriedly replied, "The letter they sent only gave a latitude and longitude, I checked it privately, this location is on the top of the Morse Cliff, I don't know if they deliberately chose this position, or if the news is wrong." ”

"Morse Cliffs?" Jing Mohao reached out and picked up a teacup on the table, his eyes narrowing fiercely.

The Morse Mountains are Australia's most rugged terrain, with strange rocks and strange dangers.

The Morse Cliffs are nestled in the Morse Mountains, and their sheer size needs not be mentioned.