Yun Yao's heart moved, walked into the room, and looked at it one by one.

The background of each painting is different, it should be painted by Ren Xuanyuan according to the day he met Rong'er in his memory, Yun Yao silently counted, there are more than a hundred of these paintings!

Her face changed suddenly, this Ren Xuanyuan just said that he had painted as many paintings as Rong'er had been gone, so it didn't mean that this demon was more than a hundred years old?

More than a hundred years old, except that his hair has turned into a beautiful bright white, but his face looks no more than thirty or forty years old, and Yun Yao's back suddenly filled with layers of chills.

The reason why Ren Xuanyuan was completely gentle with her was because she had exactly the same appearance as this Rong'er, she originally wanted to tell him bluntly that she was not Rong'er at all, but after thinking about it, she felt that it might be inappropriate to do so, if Ren Xuanyuan knew that she was not Rong'er, in a fit of anger, it was very likely that he would kill her!

Yun Yao pursed her lips, pointed to a painting casually and said, "I want this." ”

Ren Xuanyuan never expected that Yun Yao would talk to him, and said in surprise at the moment: "Rong'er, you are finally willing to talk to me?" If you like it, all these paintings are for you! ”

Yun Yao turned her head and left directly.

Will there be people in this world who are not related by blood but can look exactly the same? This kind of coincidence is about less than the chance of seeing a ghost, if she tracks down Rong'er's identity, will she be able to find out her identity along the way? After all, she has never met her own father and mother, and An Yiqing and Yunli are not her biological parents after all.

"Sect Master, there are distinguished guests waiting in the front hall." Some of the congregations knelt down and prostrated their heads and spoke.

Ren Xuanyuan's silver-white eyes were as cold as snow: "Got it." ”

The voice was as cold as extreme snow, and when he spoke to Yun Yao, he looked completely like two people.

"Rong'er, remember to have lunch when you go back, and I'll come when I go." He said something to Yun Yao gently, turned around and disappeared.

Yun Yao looked at the direction in which he disappeared, and his heart became more and more cold, the technique used when this person left completely surpassed Yun Yao's cognition of light skills, maybe it was not light skills at all, but Nanchen's unique evil arts, Hua Yueran's strength was defeated in his hands, and even with Senior Brother and Yun Huan, he couldn't fight against it, in this world, who else could compete with it?

Yun Yao raised her palm, she slapped Hua Yueran with this hand, but the blood stains in her palm were like sharp thorns, even if she pulled out the thorns, the pain was still there.

How is Dayi now, is Xiyue Pavilion okay? Is Yun Huan okay? Is Hanazuki dyeing okay?

What year and month will this farewell take to meet again?

The heart was sour, Yun Yao lowered her eyelashes a little depressed, and put her palm to her heart, when she was away, would Hua Yueran miss her?

"Yun girl......" A gentle voice suddenly came from behind her, Yun Yao paused, and looked back, at the end of the Fengyue corridor, there was a woman standing, she was wearing a water-blue long dress to show her graceful figure, and her black hair was high and a red iris was inserted obliquely, as if she was looking at her with some uncertainty.

Yun Yao paused slightly, this was the first person who did not accept Ren Xuanyuan's order to speak to her after she came to the Half Moon God Sect, but it made her slightly uncomfortable.

"But Miss Yun?" The woman smiled lightly and stepped forward slowly, gentle and elegant in every move.

Yun Yao paused and looked puzzled: "You are?" ”