Lin Yueyao has not completely lost her perception of the outside world, and immediately felt the abundant spiritual power on the beige white dumpling's body, it seems that she is still a spiritual pet, I don't know whose family it is.

For some reason, Lin Yueyao's thoughts seemed to drift far ahead.

The purple figure stood in front of her without hesitation.

At the beginning, the high god would protect her without hesitation, but now?

The corners of Lin Yueyao's mouth pulled into a desolate smile, "After all, it's just some of the past." ”

Outside, the night was dark and windy, and no one noticed it at all, and a black figure shuttled back and forth at the gate of Lin Yueyao's palace.

"Chirp Mi Chirp ......" The beige white dumpling looked at Lin Yueyao with black eyes, as if she felt the same way.

Lin Yueyao exhaled a breath of turbidity slightly, and the expression on her face was indifferent.

"Tell me, whose spirit pet are you?" The appearance of this spirit pet evoked Lin Yueyao's many memories of the past.

Lin Yueyao unhurriedly took out the already broken Ruoshui mirror from under the pillow, at this time, there were already three broken pieces on the Ruoshui mirror, this Ruoshui mirror could not be broken, so it must mean something.

Unexpectedly, the moment she took out the Ruoshui mirror, the beige dumplings in Lin Yueyao's arms reacted very strongly.

For Lin Yueyao, it doesn't matter if you don't want a water mirror, it is all about the past.

Taichen Palace.

I saw Mo Yao sitting in danger, still wearing the purple robe as always, three thousand filaments scattered behind him casually, and his bewitching face was too calm.

When Cong Qing arrived with the fruit, she saw that it was the scene of Mo Yao's god, her beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly involuntarily, and she hurriedly put the fruit plate on the Xuanmu table, and her tone revealed coquettishness, "Mo Yao, didn't you wear this purple Xuanyi?"

She was scared......

I am afraid that this purple Xuanyi will evoke all kinds of past events of Mo Yao's gods, once this incident happens, then her previous efforts will be in vain.

The hands in Cong Qing's sleeves were clenched together, her fingertips were white, she would never allow this kind of thing to happen, and she would not allow all the efforts she had made before to be in vain again.

Cong Qing twisted her waist and came to Mo Yao's side, but the man's expression was still indifferent, and he didn't seem to be interested in her.

"Why are you here?" Mo Yao's skeletal fingers flipped through it, and the books on the table didn't even lift his eyes.

Mo Yao's move to God undoubtedly angered Cong Qing, when he was with Lin Yueyao's little slut before, he had always been Qingqing and me, and even did not hesitate to fight for Lin Yueyao, why did she lose to Lin Yueyao.

She did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to make Mo Yao forget about Lin Yueyao's previous affairs, and even made this Mo Yao disgusted with Lin Yueyao.

She just wanted to watch Mo Yao push Lin Yueyao away with her own hands, everything Lin Yueyao enjoyed should have belonged to her.

There was a look of jealousy on Cong Qing's eyes, but this look was not noticed by Mo Yao.

"God, I see that you have worked too hard in the past two days, so I specially got some flower tea from Xihai to relieve your fatigue. Saying that, Cong Qing walked lightly, and put the flower tea in his hand on the table in front of Mo Yao, the flower tea exuded a faint fragrance, which was enough to arouse people's appetite.

When Mo Yao didn't notice, Cong Qing's fingertips flicked slightly, and a touch of white powder was completely integrated into the flower tea.

Since this Mo Yao God can't accept her, then she can only come according to her own way.

For some reason, when he smelled this fragrance, Mo Yao frowned slightly, and seemed to resist the smell very much.

"God, this is also a piece of my heart, please God be sure to taste it. Only by watching Mo Yao personally drink this flower tea can Cong Qing's heart be slightly relieved.

This Lin Yueyao has been away from the Heavenly Realm for some time, she must persuade Mo Yao to accept her, and then arrange the wedding as soon as possible, but this matter must not be delayed.

Mo Yao made a god and ghost to use his knobly distinct fingers to slightly pick up the tea on the table.

For some reason, someone suddenly stabbed me in my heart, as if I had forgotten something extremely important.

Then Mo Yao sprinkled the flower tea on the ground with a painful expression, and his expression was a little hideous.

The wine bottle emitted a crisp sound, just like Cong Qing's mood at the moment.

But Cong Qing didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly greeted him, and his pretty face revealed all the anxiety before, "God, what's wrong with you?"

There are no side effects from that drug, so it's impossible for this to happen.

Mo Yao's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his movements easily avoided Cong Qing's support, and he got up from the ground by himself, "The god is fine." ”

This feeling will hit Mo Yao every once in a while, and even Mo Yao himself can't figure out what is going on, has he forgotten something?

And in his dreams, there was often a woman, who was slim and often appeared in his dreams in a white gauze dress, but every time he wanted to see the woman's face, the woman ran far away, and no matter how much he chased him, he couldn't catch up.

"Who the hell are you......" Mo Yao looked pained, and that sweet smile kept playing back in his mind.

Cong Qing was slightly stunned when asked this sentence, "God, I'm Cong Qing......"

Mo Yao only felt countless fragments rushing into his mind, and in those fragments, there were laughter and crying of the woman, and finally the woman seemed to be greatly hurt, and she didn't even want to look at him.

"God...... God, how are you?" Cong Qing was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

Then he had no choice but to slap Mo Yao on the back of his neck.

Mo Yao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

Mo Yao's long figure fell directly on Cong Qing's body, his brows frowning slightly, and his face was full of pain.

Cong Qing wiped the sweat on his forehead at this time, and he must not let Mo Yao remember what happened before.

Cong Qing almost didn't think about it, and directly helped Mo Yao up and helped him back to his bedroom.

Jin Lian looked at the figure of his own fairy, almost didn't think about it, and greeted him directly, his steps unconsciously sped up a little, how could he not expect Cong Qing to actually bring Mo Yao back to his bedroom, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help me help Mo Yao Shangshen to the bed. Cong Qing's voice was a little weak, and this Mo Yao was a head taller than her.

Along the way, Cong Qing felt very struggling.

At this time, where did Jin Lian dare to speak, he could only hurriedly salute Cong Qing, and then he helped Mo Yao up.

There was a trace of panic in Cong Qing's expression, she would never let Mo Yao go to God and have an accident.

Absolutely not.