"Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Qingyi turned her head and saw the man in Moyi holding his head tightly.

His expression was full of pain, as if some memory had been lost, but he could not remember it for a moment...

boom!

At this moment, it seemed as if a force exploded in Xuanwu's mind. His steps retreated layer by layer, and his handsome face turned pale.

His eyes fell on Mo Lishang's body, his brows were always frowning tightly, and even his body trembled slightly.

familiar……

This young man is so familiar with him. He seems to have seen him somewhere, and he can't remember him for a while...

Suddenly, a picture crossed the prehistoric world and jumped into Xuanwu's mind, and the original vague memory gradually became clear.

On a bloody battlefield, two soldiers fought.

He stood on the battlefield in a long ink gown.

The blood dyed the entire battlefield red, and corpses were everywhere on the battlefield and countless blood flowed.

Suddenly, a long sword came from behind and pierced into his chest.

Blood dyed his ink robe red, his body was quite stiff, and he slowly turned his head...

It was a young man's face, so familiar that he made him tremble all over, but he could not even ask a question.

Why……

Could it be him?

...

On the Demon Saint Mountain.

The boy had slowly fallen from the void. He stood beside Zhuque and carefully opened his palm.

"This is Yan Yan who asked me to give it to you."

In the boy's palm, a blue stone lies quietly, and the stone emits a faint light, rendering the boy's fair face.

Zhuque stared blankly at the stone on the boy's palm. Her red lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't even say a word.

"Zhuque, Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Mi scratched the back of her head and asked in confusion, "Do you know Mo Lishang?"

At this moment, the atmosphere was silent.

The Demon Saint Mountain shrouded in the bloody sky, there was a strange and tranquil atmosphere.

Suddenly, Xuanwu used his move first...

His body turned into a sharp sword and quickly broke through to the boy. A layer of strong wind was wrapped in his fist, and a bang fell on Mo Lishang's chest.

Mo Lishang did not resist, nor did he resist.

The powerful force penetrated into his body, and his body suddenly took a few steps back, and a trace of blood began to spread from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Xuanwu's eyes were blood red, and murderous intent poured out from the bottom of his eyes, covering the entire mountain range.

Zhuque was stunned for a moment.

She fell into deep thought.

After Xuanwu came back, he told her that the reason why he died back then was because of an acquaintance...

But he couldn't remember who this acquaintance was.

So... Now seeing Xuanwu's reaction, Zhuque's eyes slowly fell on Mo Lishang.

Her fists were clenched tightly, and anger that could not be expressed indescribable surged out of her chest, making her face even more charming and cold.

"Mo Lishang...is it you?"

Zhuque slowly approached Mo Lishang a few steps, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Did you kill Xuanwu back then?"

Xiao Mi was stunned.

Mo Lishang killed Xuanwu?

This...how could this happen?

Mo Lishang is the younger brother taken by the master. He has killed Xuanwu before? If the master knew about this, he might have endured it?

"I won't hurt her."
Chapter completed!