Huang Qingwan was about to petrify, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, and once again carefully looked at the stone carving girl, sure enough, it was so similar to the little lady.

It's just that the temperament is different.

The little lady is as gentle as water, and the stone carving girl is cold like a goddess.

She had a lot of doubts in her heart, this Supreme Heavenly Palace, I don't know how many years it has existed in this world, why is there a stone carving girl who is so similar to the little lady's parent?

Looking at Fusang's attitude towards the stone carving girl, it is like watching a lover who has been reincarnated for several lifetimes.

Huang Qingwan suddenly secretly guessed in his heart, could it be that the stone carving would be the past life of the little lady?

Did the little lady have an entangled relationship with Fusang before the long years?

What's going on with all this?

Fusang obviously didn't remember anything, but he kept calling Xiao Mo, Huang Qingwan heard the golden lion say before, the goddess of laurel turned into a stone sculpture on the seventh floor of the heavenly palace, Xiao Mo, is Fusang's exclusive nickname for the goddess of laurel.

"Xiao Mo, are you dead?" Pulling out the black and gold halberd of Emperor Qian's killing, Fusang's hand was blackened by the thunder.

He stretched out his other clean hand and slowly landed on the face of the stone carving girl, gently, along her facial features, inch by inch.

Her eyebrows, eyes, lips, nose-

Obviously, he didn't remember anything, but he only felt that everything about her was so familiar.

The blue light on the stone carving girl's body slowly expanded, and in less than a moment, even Fusang's body was coated with a light layer of blue light.

Looking at it from the direction of Huang Qingwan and Emperor Qianji, it seems that Fusang wants to merge with the stone carving girl.

Huang Qingwan immediately remembered the mural on the wall, and at that moment, taking the hand of Emperor Qianji, he went around.

On the wall of the entire seventh floor, there was not a single blank, and Huang Qingwan didn't know where the beginning of the mural was, but he saw the end.

At the end of the picture, as on the stone steps, the girl turns into a stone sculpture and sleeps forever.

Others, intermittently connected, somewhat incomplete.

Emperor Qianji woke up from the seventh floor of the Heavenly Palace, those murals, he had glanced at a few times before, but he was not interested, at this time Huang lightly interlocked his fingers, and the two of them took the little bun to see together.

The environment depicted above is probably older than antiquity, with lush trees and palaces, but blue laurel trees, always appearing with Fuso and the maiden.

In the picture, only Fusang's face is the clearest, Huang Qingwan is only now carefully observing the girl, with the preconceived psychological hint of the stone carving girl just now, the more Huang Qingwan looks at it, the more he feels that the girl in the mural is very similar to the little lady.

It's not the cold goddess who is high up, but the girl with a warm smile in Fuso's memory.

"Xiao Mo, who are you? Why, I can't think of anything? On the stone steps, Fusang stood beside the stone girl, even if he didn't remember his past, at this time, in those silver eyes, there was a lot of sadness, why, he couldn't remember anything.

He has never wanted to remember everything in the past as urgently as he does now, who is he Fusang?

Who is it!

On the sixth floor of the Heavenly Palace, Xiao Hei and the golden lion couldn't keep up, only staring at the broken hole.