Chapter 63: Room 1 with the Demon Cave

His movements were very light and light, and Natsuji still slept soundly and was not disturbed at all.

The moonlight, like light smoke, reflected a faint light on the barrier.

His gaze fell on something next to him: a kite! It turned out to be a kite with the symbol of an eagle. He remembered that back then, one step away, he had never seen the little boy who had accidentally run to the deer park - that was the little prince.

If he had been a little earlier, he would have seen the child's face clearly, and after missing it for a moment, he thought it was an insignificant child, and he had no interest in looking at him more at all.

I regret not being at the beginning.

If he had seen it earlier, would this qiē be different?

He picked up the kite and took a closer look, the pattern of the eagle, the old silk thread, the yellowed memory - Ji Wuxue, she had always kept this kite.

After a long time, as soon as his magic hand was raised, the kite turned into ashes in his hand, and when the wind blew, it fell into the dust of the vast night.

And the emerald ring on her ring finger.

He recognized it at a glance, it was the best emerald formed over millions of years, and when he looked at it slightly, his face became even more ugly. It was the ring that the Little Prince's token had transformed.

Immortal Emperor!

It must be the Immortal Emperor, this old guy, who is making trouble.

He took out a small jade plaque from his bosom, and was supposed to place it in her palm to replace the ring, but with a secret sigh, he put it back in his arms.

It was the only gift he had ever received from her—if not from her, but he had always treasured it, as if it were the only connection between himself and her.

After a while, he grabbed her hand, slowly put it in his palm, slowly spread it out, and said to himself: "Ji Wuxue, do you really not remember me at all?

A five-year-old girl, reincarnated as a human being, didn't she hate herself?

That night, she slept in his arms, smiled at him, stroked his face, looked at the world of the demon world from his palm in amazement, and pulled the night pearl on his crown...... And the marks he specially imprinted on her palm...... If the memories of her childhood are indifferent because of growing up, but, after the long years of loneliness and imprisonment, can she really forget the stranger she met for the first time so lightly?

Besides, even if you forget it, what about the imprint? This is full of magic that mortals can't erase at all.

He spread out her palm, took a closer look, and his face changed.

Her palm was as white as jade, and the faint circle of roses in it was actually nowhere to be seen, not only with the naked eye, but also with his magic eye. However, this did not bother him, and he saw that the layer of enchantment above was different from the enchantment of the demon world, it was a small trick, but it was enough to make mortals forget many things.

He was taken aback, who had such a spell? He could actually see the imprint of Wuxue's palm, and it was sealed??

It was only then that he understood why he had never been summoned by her, and it turned out that someone had completely erased this memory from her mind.

He was furious, but soon calmed down, and gently wiped her palm, faintly, revealing that faint trace again. However, it has been many years, and his magic has reached the point where the oil has run out, and I don't know if it will work.