Jun Muhan forgot about her.

Jun Muhan is going to marry Leng Xianqiu.

Once again, the prophecy of the Spirit God was fulfilled.

That damn god stick!!

Mo Yan erected a spirit god villain in his heart, turned the spirit god villain over and over and abused it thousands of times, and stepped on it thousands of times, but the pain in his heart was still there.

Mo Yan suddenly thought to himself.

In fact, Jun Muhan forgot her, which is also a little good.

That is, he should not be soft when he kills her, and he will not be heartbroken.

That man had suffered too much for her.

Mo Yan took a deep breath, and the dim brilliance in his eyes rekindled little by little.

It's okay to forget about her.

She'd take advantage of the opportunity to get him to kill her six times.

Then, she snatched him back!

Her inky man can't be coveted by any woman!

******

The night was boundless, and the bleak and lonely hall was not lit, only a faint moonlight drove in from the windowsill, bringing a little dim light.

He sat lazily at the head of the bed, leaning on the soft pillow behind him, his eyes closed, and the little thing in his hand was carefully caressed.

The familiar touch made his restless and aching heart finally calm down.

At night, he doesn't like to light the lamp.

Because too bright the light will make him see the appearance of this little thing in his hand clearly, and if he sees it too clearly, his heart will be so painful that he can't stand it, and it will make him arouse irrepressible violence and murderous thoughts from the depths of his soul.

It's been three years.

He lived like this for three years.

He has always been unwanted, he knows that he should not be restrained by such a small thing, and the most important thing he should do is actually to throw away this small object that makes him uncomfortable.

However, he could not throw.

Because if he didn't have it in his hand, he would not be able to sleep all night long, he would be more irritable, he would be more ...... I want to destroy the people in this world......

He is the emperor of the Xuantian Temple, the heavenly monarch who will unify the world in the future in the prophecy of the spirit gods, how can he destroy the common people?

He had thought about it more than once, but every time he thought about it, it always caused endless heartache......

He knew that his memory was missing.

Although his memory has always been complete, complete to ...... Can't tell which paragraph is missing? But his intuition told him that he had a memory that had been erased, and that he had a very important memory erased.

Opening his eyes slightly, he raised his hand and held up the small object that had been in his hand to his eyes.

The light in the hall is not bright, but the jade carving villain in front of him is slightly glowing with silver soft light, and the delicate and gorgeous little face of the jade carving villain is more and more dazzling.

At that moment, like a thousand blades piercing through his heart, he couldn't help frowning and reaching out to clasp the position of his heart.

His thin lips lifted slightly, and he pulled up a self-deprecating smile.

In fact, it is the same whether the lamp is lit or not, and the face on the jade carving has long been carved into the depths of his soul.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, he can always see this face in his dreams, but every time he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't remember the content of the dream, the only thing he remembers is this face.

"Emperor."

A familiar voice rang out outside the hall.

With a clasp of his palm, the jade carving figure in his hand had been put into the storage space.

"Come in." He opened his mouth lowly, and the gloom that had just been condensed by the pain in his heart had already dissipated from his eyes.

At the moment when the door of the temple was pushed open, his wide sleeves were slightly raised, and in an instant, the entire inner hall was brilliantly lit, and the bright light was projected on his long snow-colored hair, which shone with a faint light.

There were already several more figures in the hall at this time.

The four dark guards have a man in their hands. The man was purple-clad and silver-haired, and his handsome face was full of anger, but because he was suppressed by a special prohibition, he could only stare at the silver-haired man in snow-clad on the bed with a pair of phoenix eyes.

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