The atmosphere in the field was once again low to the bottom, Qingxi frowned and looked at Mo Ziqian, the light between his eyes was uncertain, he showed favor to the Immortal Monarch several times, but he was treated coldly by the other party, and even said wildly, no matter how good-tempered a person is, his mood will be affected, and Qingxi has never been a good-tempered person, he just sees many things lightly, says little, and is polite and courteous to people, but this does not mean that he has a good temper or is easy to bully, he just thinks that his quality is relatively high, and he is not familiar with ordinary stupid hats.

But obviously, Mo Ziqian is not an ordinary stupid hat, every word he says, every vicious look is deliberately aimed at him, as if he has committed some great mistake against him, so that he can hold him like this.

The glass wine cup was heavily put aside. The collision between the glass and the jade table made a crisp and pleasant sound, but it was like a lightning strike in the heart of the demon lord.

He hurriedly got up, walked between the two, and played a haha round: "Hades are really humorous, you two have never met, and they are both masters of the same realm, even if you don't like it, you must not hate it, Hades must be joking, right, Hades?" ”

Obviously, Mo Ziqian didn't want to receive the Demon Lord's affection at all, he didn't look at the Demon Monarch, his eyes went straight over the Demon Monarch, looked at the white-clothed Shengxue, the handsome and elegant Qingxi, and said coldly: "Benjun never jokes, smell people, Benjun asks you, in your heart, have you really completely forgotten her?" ”

Qingxi frowned, his eyes flickered and flickered, his pupils shrunk, and he couldn't help but say, "Who are you talking about?" ”

The Immortal Monarch stared at him, silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled, as if the haze between his eyebrows just now was swept away at this moment, he looked at Qingxi fixedly, and said: "You don't even know who I am talking about, it seems that you really forgot, since you have forgotten, you will never think about it." ”

Qingxi's body swept out from behind the table, floated in front of Mo Ziqian like a falling flower, reached out and grabbed Mo Ziqian's collar, and said viciously: "Tell me, who is the person you just said?" ”

Mo Ziqian didn't resist, only looked at Qingxi with an almost pitying look, and said slowly: "You don't need to know that since she chose to leave, this state is the best for you, don't let down her hard work." ”

Mo Ziqian was depressed in his heart, he admitted that he was jealous, jealous of Qingxi's blank state where he didn't know anything now, jealous that he had received all the love of Wuxin, and jealous that he had a lovely son like Xiaotian.

So he had to do something, so he did, he disturbed the seemingly calm lake of Qingxi, and let him taste the taste of irritability, which was better than him and Wuxin being miserable, and he Qingxi was happy alone.

"What do you say? What to choose to leave? What to live up to? What exactly are you talking about? Tell me about it. "He began to have heartaches again, and the heart-rending pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

Mo Ziqian easily pushed away Qingxi, whose face was in pain, and pushed him until he stumbled back and almost fell, but fortunately, Hua Zhichen's eyes quickly helped him: "Are you okay?" ”

"Why? Why does my heart hurt so much? What exactly did I forget? In my dreams, there will always be a woman who seems to be very important to me, but I can't see her clearly, who is she? Qingxi muttered in confusion, listening to the sadness of Hua Zhanchen, obviously loving each other, but not loving, what kind of pain is this? Compared with Qingxi, what is his unrequited love?