Huang swept all the way over, and the seventh floor of the entire Heavenly Palace was very large, full of murals, connected together, as if telling a story.

It's just that the order is out of order, and I don't know where the beginning is and where the end is.

What Huang Qingwan can see clearly is only a few pictures in front of him.

"Bang Bang, who am I?" Just as Huang Qing pulled out of his senses, Emperor Qianji suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Huang Qingwan didn't react for a while, but when he raised his head, he suddenly gasped.

The gorgeous veil that covered half of Emperor Qianji's face spread out, and what came into her eyes was Emperor Qianji's stunning face that she couldn't find any words to describe.

Only then did Huang Qingwan notice that the half of the ghost face that should have been on Emperor Qian's face had long since disappeared!

Her heart jumped violently for no reason, no wonder, she had always felt a strong killing aura before, and that aura must have emanated from the killer's body.

The scene of the last time Emperor Qian's body was awakened by the blood of the Nightmare Killer, as if it happened yesterday, Huang Qingwan still remembered it clearly.

At that time, the Emperor Qianji was like a Shura who crawled out of hell, completely controlled by the blood of the Nightmare, and she couldn't even recognize the phoenix, which was completely different from the Emperor Qianji who was now in front of her.

Huang Qingwan was a little puzzled, and almost summoned his spiritual power to explore the divine sense of Emperor Qianji.

But I saw that Emperor Qianyi suddenly stretched out his hand, subconsciously scraped lightly on the tip of her delicate jade-like nose, and said, "I only remember you, I don't remember who I am." ”

At that moment, Huang Qingwan only felt that on the top of her head, a thunderclatter fell down, scorching her on the outside and tender on the inside.

Amnesia? Do you want to be so bloody?

Her hand was tightly held in her hand by Emperor Qianji, and Huang looked deeply at his blood-stained eyes, the original dark purple in those eyes was hidden very deeply, so deep that she was about to find it.

Huang Qingwan looked at him carefully, Emperor Qianji shouldn't be so boring, making this kind of joke with her.

"You really, don't remember anything?" Since I don't remember anything, why do I know who she is, and why do I like to gently scratch her nose as before?

Huang Qingwan is really messy, how can she accept such a bloody thing?

"I only remember you." In front of him, Di Qianji explained honestly, and then took her hand, pressed it to his heart, and said, "Bang Wan is here, I can't forget it, so I only remember you." ”

Huang Qing's whole person was about to be petrified, her hand stopped on Di Qianji's heart, his heartbeat seemed to be a little fast, I don't know what he was nervous about.

Are you afraid that she will be angry?

Afraid that she will be angry that he has forgotten everything?

Huang took a few deep breaths.

After making sure that Di Qianji was not teasing her, he felt that his eyes were wet again.

Kill the real and forget everything, except, she-

How could she be angry?

The little prince was still hanging on Emperor Qianji's neck like an octopus, and at this time, he was shocked to hear that Emperor Qianji had lost his memory, and even he was about to vomit blood.

didn't wait for him to react, but saw his mother reach out and hold the face of the king's father.

"Remember, you are Emperor Qianji, and you are my favorite husband." Huang stared at Emperor Qianji with a pair of eyes, and said very seriously, and then, seeing her let go of Emperor Qianji, she hugged the little bun and handed it to Di Qianji, and said, "This is Ergou, our son." ”

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Honey, Merry Christmas, I'm my own mother, not abusive~