Countless yellowed images flashed, and when they were touched, they scattered like meteors, and no trace could be found.

A trace of pain crossed Shen Jiuli's icy blue eyes.

He slowly touched a word on the jade lock, tracing it over and over again......

Xue Mo ......

At this moment, he understood that he definitely didn't treat her as an apprentice ten years ago, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed her to hang this kind of lock here, and he also set up an enchantment to protect ......

Ning Xuemo, are you still not Xue Yimo? Do you really like me when you approach me this time? Or do you want to get something here?

He returned from amnesia, and the excitement she felt when she saw him again did not seem to be fake, nor did her actions that seemed to like him.

But...... In her previous life, when she was close to him, she was also so beautiful, and when she stayed by his side, she was also infinitely happy, and she seemed to like him to the extreme. But she turned around and gave him a sword, and took his heart's blood to save another man......

Ning Xuemo, are you true or false to me this time?

Shen Jiuli felt that he was simply crazy!

Reason told him to turn back, but he couldn't let go of his emotions, so he didn't know what to do with her......

However, since you are here, let's follow first!

He has always done what he wanted, and he did what he wanted.

There are very few opportunities to wronged yourself and force yourself.

So this time he didn't want to be reluctant, and he followed if he wanted to......

Let's take a look first, and then slowly analyze my own thoughts and analyze her......

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After Ning Xuemo returned to the small building, his heart had returned to a calm state.

She looked out the window, everything sprouted after the drizzle, flowers bloomed in the near distance, green grass clinging, green mountains in the distance, white clouds drifting.

She sat down and painted quietly. It is the scenery at this time that is painted.

When the sky darkened a little bit, Ning Xuemo lit the lamp and boiled oil, and painted an impressionist scene......

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

Shen Jiuli sat on the tree, looking at the light in the small building not far away, and at the woman in red who was painting under the light......

Look at her serene and beautiful face, and watch the scene she painted take shape little by little......

Out of nowhere, he conjured a jade gourd and raised his head to take a sip of wine.

Ning Xuemo suddenly raised her head and glanced here.

Shen Jiuli's body stiffened, could she see that he was coming? No way, he's already invisible.

Ning Xuemo just glanced here, and then continued to bow his head and paint.

Under her brush, a large tree with lush foliage is slowly taking shape......

Originally, I saw this place to draw trees......

Shen Jiuli couldn't tell whether he was happy or lost.

But the strange thing is that this big tree as a model is obviously vigorous as spring, and the leaves are as green as green, but what she paints is full of branches and leaves that are about to wither yellow, and they look like they will fall at any time in the breeze.

Shen Jiuli himself is a painter, and there is no one in this world who understands the painter better than him, and the things that the general painter paints reflect the mentality of the painter at that time.

Is she in such a bleak state of mind right now?

One glance at the painting he could feel a desolate dead silence rushing over his face.

The big tree seemed to be trying desperately to cheer itself up, insisting on not letting the leaves fall, but it couldn't withstand the strong autumn wind......

Ning Xuemo didn't know why, looking at the big tree in the pen, she shook her head slightly, is this freehand style?