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Chapter 1963 The whereabouts of Emperor Cang (1)

"You probably have Mo Lishang's problem, otherwise you wouldn't have sent him away and ran out alone."

Feng Lichen's eyes fell on Bai Yan, his voice was as indifferent as usual, and it was difficult to hear other emotions contained.

"This is my business and it has nothing to do with you."

Bai Yan took back all her thoughts and looked up at Feng Lichen. Her tone was indifferent and her face was calm.

It seemed as if what she was standing in front of her was just an irrelevant stranger.

Feng Lichen smiled bitterly and said, "Yan'er, we don't even have the qualifications to be friends now?"

"If I hadn't remembered anything, maybe... I wouldn't have been like this," Bai Yan's black eyes contained a cold light. "Feng Lichen, that nightmare like reincarnation made me remember everything from a thousand years ago. Although I don't hate you, how do you want me to forgive you?"

How do you ask me to forgive you?

Feng Lichen's heart only felt a knife shave, and he couldn't help frowning.

He was about to continue saying something, but Bai Yan had slowly turned around and turned his back to the man behind him.

"I have nothing to say to you, and I don't want you to continue to appear in my life. Feng Lichen, go, from now on, I don't want to see you again."

After these words were finished, Bai Yan's figure had already chased towards Liu Chenshuang's departure.

The breeze blows by, and the willow leaves are depressed.

The man stood under the tree, and the colorful fallen leaves fell on his shoulders. He was like these withered leaves, lonely and bleak.

His eyes followed Bai Yan's leaving back, and he had never been able to take it back for a long time. Until the woman's red dress disappeared in his eyes, he was still standing tall under the tree, as if the whole world was left with only that departing back...

Such a man is quite distressing.

...

The valley is lingering.

The white clouds are like fog, and the smoke is small, like a fairyland on earth.

The man's body was sitting against the trees, his hands tightly pinching his heart, frowning, and a slight pain in his phoenix eyes.

His face was a little pale, and cold sweat slid down his beautiful face, gently sliding across his white collarbone, giving him a rather attractive feeling.

But his heart hurts so hard that as long as he doesn't think of the people in his heart, his heart will hurt, but if he tries to recall it desperately, his mind will burst.

Such feelings are painful.

"Are you okay?"

A pretty voice came from the man, and he frowned slightly, raised his head to look at the girl standing in front of him.

Mo Xinyan was filled with joy, and her pretty eyes were filled with light.

She also accidentally heard from the master that the man appeared in the Tianshan Valley. For this reason, she secretly ran over after the master left, trying to find his whereabouts before the master found him.

But unexpectedly, they were so destined to be so destined. She found him not long after she came...

"Look, you have forgotten everything, I only remember Yan'er, but I am also called Yan'er, and... so many people are looking for you, but I haven't found you. But I just came not long after, and I found your whereabouts. Do you think we are considered fate?"

Mo Xinyan smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were full of the charm of a girl.
Chapter completed!
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