It was so close, his breath was very cold, and it fell on her cheek, and Huang looked at him in a daze, what he wanted to say and what he did all turned into a standstill.

In the dark night, Mo Jiu stood in front of her with a bloody face, several locust trees around her rustled by the wind, snow fell, stained on her clothes, hair, she was so beautiful-

Dressed in a red dress like fire, her stunning face looks like she is only about twenty years old-

He couldn't help but reach out and carefully flick the snow off her hair and skirt for her.

The purple bell on the little finger of his left hand made a crisp tinkling sound, which looked even more beautiful in the dark night and snowy wind.

"You're injured, you should have a good rest, I'll thank you on behalf of Xiao Wan." After a long time, Huang Qingwan said.

As he spoke, he took out a white silk scarf from his arms and carefully wiped the blood on his face.

Huang Qingwan has never had a relationship between men and women for Mo Jiu, in her eyes, Mo Jiu is a friend, a good friend like Allure-

He can be reborn and come back, and she is actually happier than anyone else.

"It's good to be back." Huang said lightly while wiping the blood on his face, with a smile on the corner of his lips, not the kind of sneer she has always had, and it was rare to be gentle with Mo Jiu.

"I seem to know you, but I can't remember." Mo Jiu let her wipe the blood on her face, her eyes fell on her, but she couldn't move away, there was no memory, but it felt familiar.

He is not the emperor Qianji, the Qianji's divine consciousness was damaged back then, and he forgot to save it.

He had no sense, and no one remembered-

"Then let's start reacquainting ourselves today." Huang Qingwan smiled, stretched out his hand to him, held his cold hand and said, "Hello, I am Huang Qingwan, 10,000 years old this year, and I am Xiao Wan's mother." ”

"Huang Qingwan-" Mo Jiu repeated her name, obviously not remembering anything, but the familiar feeling made him want to hug her into his arms.

"He, they say, I'm Mo Jiu." He didn't do that, Huang's hand was very warm, but he couldn't feel it, and being held by her like this was a strange touch, making his heart seem to ripple, and he was a little nervous.

In the dark night, in the direction of the palace, His Royal Highness Qianji stood quietly behind a marble pillar, and his purple eyes looked at the slightly intimate actions between the two.

He came out with the pull, and let her stay by his side from time to time, so he couldn't rest assured that she -

This is the first time that His Royal Highness Qianji is miraculously not jealous. He naturally knows better than anyone that he will always be the only one in his family's heart, and he doesn't need to eat anyone's vinegar at all.

turned around, and entered the Qingwan Palace to check Xiaowan's situation.

Under the locust tree, in the snowflakes, Huang smiled lightly and let go of Mo Jiu's hand, "Yes, you are His Royal Highness the Nine, Mo Jiu." From today, we have known each other. After a pause, she said again, "Your injury needs to be treated, otherwise such a good-looking face will be ruined, I am still thinking about Xiao Bang, let's go back to the Qingwan Palace together." ”

"I don't feel any pain. I want to know what it feels like to be cold, hot, and painful, and they say that people should feel that way. Mo Jiu felt that his palms were empty, and the inexplicable feeling of loss made him very uncomfortable.

One sentence made Huang lightly feel the pain in his heart, "Don't worry, I will help you find everything you lack." ”

After Mo Jiu was reborn, he said very little, and only in front of Huang Qingwan did he have many magical words.