"Taijue...... Haven't we seen it somewhere...... Before the West? ”

Tai Jue's hand holding the spirit charcoal paused slightly, and looked at Lu Qingye's eyes.

He couldn't tell what mood he was feeling at the moment.

They did, a long, long time ago......

In fact, from the first time he saw Lu Qingye, he recognized it.

But she forgot.

At this moment, hearing Lu Qingye's question, a sweet and astringent feeling surged in his heart, mixed with a little sourness.

He didn't want Lu Qingye to think of who he was, but in his heart, he seemed to secretly want the other party to remember.

Taijue didn't speak, and Lu Qingye crashed into his clear but abyss-like eyes.

She stretched out her hand.

White, slender fingers slowly approached the mask, and the fingers landed lightly on the mask.

The cold touch made Lu Qingye come back to his senses.

But she didn't withdraw her hand, and Tai Jue didn't seem to have any intention of stopping her.

The silver-white silk thread on the mask slid down, and Lu Qingye also gently uncovered the mask on Taijue's face.

The moonlight fell on Taijue's face, making the stunning face glow with a burst of soft light.

Taijue's approach and the one or two personalities he knew in the past made Lu Qingye feel that in addition to the other party's coldness, he might be a little naïve.

However, this face under the mask has nothing to do with Han.

The cold is really cold, but in that coldness, there seems to be a thousand tenderness.

Taijue has a pair of flaming peach blossom eyes, which is an extremely outstanding pair of many peach blossom eyes that Lu Qingye has seen, but the strange thing is that these peach blossom eyes are not the slightest bit amorous and charming on Taijue's face.

There was a starlight in his eyes, and he was staring at him intently at the moment.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the pink lip flap is gently pursed.

Lu Qingye was really amazed, Taijue's face was so good that it was not inferior to Gu Qingchen, who was known to be the first on the list of contemporary beautiful men in the immortal cultivation world.

I didn't expect that under this ordinary mask, there would be such a face.

Staring at him with his focused gaze, Lu Qingye turned his head a little uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry."

She handed the mask to Tai Jue, who took it, but did not immediately put it on.

"Nothing."

There was silence in the air again.

When I saw Taijue's face, I knew that it was his real skin, but in my memory, I didn't have this face.

Even in the memory of the soul world she recovered, there was no shadow of Taiji.

The wind on the sea was much lighter, and it snowed unexpectedly.

The fog around it gradually dissipated, and it was rare to see a clean and clear sky.

At this moment, the stars are dotted and the moonlight is just right.

"Knock knock!"

The melodious bells echoed between the various markets in the immortal cultivation world.

The news spread that the remnants of the upper domain and the Jindan corpse puppet had finally been killed, and before the cultivators could rejoice, they received another news of the explosion.

"That Shangyao Sect's personal disciple turned out to be a soul cultivator?! Is this thing true or false? ”

"The Immortal Alliance personally dispersed, can it be fake?"

"How so? Why is a disciple of the Dao Sect a soul cultivator?! Before those five major sects recruit disciples, don't they all strictly investigate the identity of the other party? ”

"That's right! You say, what does this Shangyao Sect mean? ”

"I've got some inside information!"

"What? Say it quickly! ”

"I heard that when Lu Qingye's identity was revealed, the Immortal Alliance wanted to arrest the other party, but it was stopped by Shangyao Sect!"

The monks who were talking around couldn't help but gasp. (End of chapter)