Chapter 678: If you don't come back, I'll go look for you

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She remembered every word they had ever said, every place they had walked.

She remembers that on a mountain peak, they looked at Caixia side by side.

A fiery red, too beautiful to speak.

At that time, he said, "Xingzhi, I should go." ”

She bowed her head slightly and said, "I know." ”

She remembered how she begged him not to erase her memory, and she remembered how beautiful the starry sky he had waved was.

At that time, Ji Xingzhi struggled to no avail, and when Tianshu's hand was on her forehead, she gave up resistance.

looked at him with teary eyes, and his eyes were full of weak pleading: "Tianshu, please...... No...... Don't make me forget you, don't ......"

It was the first time in her previous life that she had whispered and begged for someone like that.

Tianshu didn't make a sound, and Ji Xingzhi only felt that something was being pulled out of her mind.

"Wait until I get back." His voice was still as light as a spring, with a crisp breath.

Hearing this, Ji Xingzhi seemed to see hope, wiped away her tears, grabbed his sleeve, and looked at him: "If you don't come back for a long time, I will go to find you." ”

"Okay." His voice trembled a little, and he choked a little.

A simple good, but Ji Xingzhi heard his helplessness, his reluctance, and his last resort.

At that moment, she seemed to see the tears in his eyes.

Since then, Ji Xingzhi has forgotten.

Forget the starry sky, forget the deep love.

Thinking around, Ji Xingzhi held the knot pendant, took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and said, "He will come back...... Definitely. ”

At the beginning of the world, Ji Xingzhi's affairs were busy, time flew by, and it was a year in the blink of an eye.

In the first year of Tianzhao, on March 20, Emperor Xingzhi was assassinated in Luoyang Palace and was seriously injured.

The next day, Yu Yihe summoned the ministers, took off the imperial clothes, took the national seal, and gave way to Ji Jiangshen.

Ji Jiangshen was cleaned up and dragged to Yihe Palace by his wife early in the morning, and he wore the emperor's robe and received the national seal in a daze.

After going down to the court, Ji Jiangshen went to Luoyang Palace with a calm face to find Ji Xingzhi to settle accounts.

At that time, Ji Xingzhi and Xiao Qingyan were sitting in the pavilion eating the fruits sent by Huazhou, which was very comfortable.

Seeing Ji Jiangshen approaching, the two ignored it.

Ji Jiangshen waved his robe, sat opposite the two, looked at his daughter with a light smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "You are taking revenge." ”

Ji Xingzhi ate a grape, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly: "You can think so." ”

Ji Jiang held his forehead cautiously, glanced at Xiao Qingyan, who had nothing to do with him, and then glanced at Ji Xingzhi, who was leisurely and leisurely, and sighed secretly: What kind of sin did he create......

Emperor Xingzhi was assassinated, his injuries were serious, and his retreat to the Emperor Taishang was like a raging wind and waves, blowing through all corners of the Dixi Continent.

The people of Tianzhao were all angry, and the sky was full of voices insulting the wicked man who assassinated Ji Xingzhi!

At this time, Ji Xingzhi, who is said to be seriously injured, is standing in the main hall of Luoyang Palace, looking at the "wicked man" who was kneeling on the ground and assassinated her.

"You're still trying to kill me?" Ji Xingzhi looked at the kneeling person on the ground with amusement.

The man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, revealing a handsome face.

A flowing cloud brocade robe unique to Liuyun is the long-missing Yuxi.

He was tied hand and foot, and looked at Ji Xingzhi's eyes full of resentment: "If it weren't for you...... The hall master will not have an accident! ”

If he knew that this would be the case, he would not hesitate at the beginning, and he would definitely kill Ji Xingzhi!

The hall master, this title Ji Xingzhi is not unfamiliar.

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