Early in the morning of the fourth day, Mo Yan woke up in the carriage.

When she opened her eyes, she was still a little dazed.

Because she had a long, long dream, she couldn't remember the people and things in the dream very clearly, but she vaguely felt that it was not a good dream, and her chest was uncomfortable, and she couldn't help frowning.

Turning her head slightly, she saw the man resting against the window with his eyes closed.

He had put on his mask again, his silver hair was scattered and hung down on his chest, and the light of the sky outside the window poured faintly on his body, as if enveloped in a layer of silver-white hazy light.

At this moment, he was like a god who had fallen into the mortal world, but he was still sacred and could not be desecrated.

Mo Yan's red lips hooked, and he pounced on him as he got up.

Her favorite thing to do is to knock the gods down to the mortal world.

The man didn't resist and was thrown down on the soft couch by her, without even moving his eyelids.

Mo Yan lay on his chest, playing with the strands of silver hair that he had scattered, circling around his fingers.

"I said Jun Meiren, you want to stop talking to me for the rest of your life, right?"

Mo Yan's smile was a little bad, "I miss you with amnesia so much now, what should I do?" The ...... that always tells me to hug me."

Before the words fell, the man who was originally pressed under her turned over and suppressed her and imprisoned her, his eyes were heavy, like a splash of thick ink, but it was like a deep cold pool that almost drowned people.

"So, you like him more?"

In the past three days, this is the first time Jun Muhan has spoken, but this time he spoke, Mo Yan was full of black lines.

Dare to love her family's beauty, this is vinegar?

Eat your own vinegar?

"If you don't talk to me again, of course I'll like ...... more"

The word "Huan" was swallowed up by the man's deep kiss, and she was not allowed to say it again.

"You can only like me, you can only be me."

The man kissed her more and more, as if he wanted to rub her into his own blood and bones.

She didn't know that there was already a demon in his heart, a demon who wanted to destroy the people.

Even if she was in his arms at this moment, even if he kissed her at this moment, he couldn't stop the killing thoughts in his heart.

Even if he regained all his memories, his magic barrier was still unbroken.

She didn't know that the purple flame glass stone she was holding in her hand when she was unconscious directly turned into light and shadow and disappeared into her body, Bai Ze said that the glass stone was actually her memory stone, the so-called lie detector function or other functions, but it was all a trick, and what was sealed in that glass stone was all the memories that belonged to Bai Xiyan, all the resentment, and ...... All curses.

The reason why she is now so calm and objective about Shao Hao and Bai Xiyan's past is because the Purple Flame Glass Stone seals the resentment and curse that belong to Bai Xiyan.

When the seal in the Purple Flame Glass Stone is lifted, she will inevitably remember everything...... And whether the resentment and curse that belonged to Bai Xiyan at that time would be unsealed at the same time, he didn't know, and he didn't dare to know.

It took him three days to let himself calmly think about the worst outcome, but every time he thought about it, he couldn't control his emotions, and the killing thoughts surging in his heart made his internal organs and organs in pain, he could only ask her again and again, and the moment he took her to the peak of bliss, he felt that she still belonged to him, and she would never leave.

In the deeper and deeper kisses, Mo Yan felt that she was almost about to hold her breath.

She struggled slightly, finally escaping his frantic kiss.

"Jun beauty, can you get rid of your anger now?"

Mo Yan pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, even if the movement was very slight, it still hurt so much that she gasped, and she didn't have to look in the mirror to know what kind of virtue her lips were swollen.