In the deserted wilderness, a snow-colored figure stood alone, looking around blankly.

He didn't know where to find the person in his heart.

His face was gone.

His face abandoned him.

What is he going to do to get her back?

But he couldn't even remember, why did his Yan'er leave him?

All he knew was that he had hurt her, and it was unforgivable.

The mind was chaotic, and the spiritual power in the body continued to run wild, colliding with the internal organs, bringing tearing pain, but not as much as the pain in the heart.

If he didn't find her, he didn't know what crazy things he would do.

He raised his head slightly, but as far as he could see, there was only a strong color of blood.

All of his vision seemed to be obscured by a layer of blood mist, and even the sky was dyed a painful red.

There is a voice echoing in my ears—

"Shao Hao, if I return, I will definitely wash the Protoss in blood and repay you with a hundredfold and thousandfold pain."

"I sacrifice the remnants of my soul with my soul, and I cross the afterlife with my blood. The love of abandoning me, the love of sacrificing me, the day of my Nirvana, the time of the fall of the sky. ”

"Shaohao, I wish in the next life, you and I will never see each other again."

……

He clutched his head, which was about to explode, in pain.

No, he's not Shaohao!

He is...... Who is he?

He doesn't remember.

He doesn't even remember who he is!

He just had to get his face back!

There was a patch of darkness in front of him, and his tall body shook slightly, and at this moment, a frightened and inexplicable voice sounded behind him: "Brother Han-"

In a trance, he felt a pair of soft hands belonging to a woman holding him.

Is it his Yan'er?

"Yan'er ......"

He struggled to open his eyes and see the face in front of him, but in the end he was completely swallowed up by the darkness.

"Brother Han!"

Leng Xianhua held Jun Muhan firmly in his arms, and his eyes were full of surprise and complexity.

After so many years, she finally hugged him again.

And this time, she also saw his face as she wished.

But why...... She was the one holding him, but he was calling another woman's name?

******

Jun Muhan is missing.

For three days and three nights, Mo Yan never closed his eyes.

Whether it was the Lingtian Divine Temple or the Xuantian Divine Temple, almost all of them were dispatched, but there was still no whereabouts of Jun Muhan.

Su Mengning almost cried into a tearful person, and Jun Fengze was even more silent.

He felt that Jun Muhan's disappearance was caused by himself, and if he hadn't called Mo Yan over to investigate the cause of Zhihua's death, maybe things wouldn't have evolved to this point.

"Father don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." Mo Yan looked at the tired Jun Fengze in the Qianlong Palace, and said in a deep voice: "Doesn't Father think it's strange? The front foot knew that the painting died, and the back foot Mu Han disappeared. This is obviously a game that has been laid out a long time ago, even if my father didn't ask me to go over to inspect Zhihua's corpse, the other party will have the next plan to let me leave Jun Muhan's side. And Mu Han's emotions disappeared as soon as he lost control, and it was obvious that he had fallen into the hands of the other party, otherwise how could he have searched through the apocalypse without Mu Han's whereabouts? ”

Su Mengning wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gently held Jun Fengze's hand, "Fengze, what Yan'er said makes sense, this matter is not your fault." ”

"Hmm." Jun Fengze nodded, his expression that had been tense for three days finally eased a little, and he rubbed the corners of his forehead that was faintly painful, "If this is really a layout, then where will Han'er be now?" ”

"The other party has the intention to hide Mu Han, I'm afraid it's not so easy to find." Mo Yan shook her palms slightly, forcing herself to face the current situation calmly, and suddenly, she raised her head, "Father, I want to see someone." ”

"Who?"

"Priest Feng Ming."