"No," Mo Yan shook his head. "She is a person who admires the city. When she admired the city, she inadvertently saved her life, but Mucheng never liked any restrictions. She did not set up her own field and lost her. Gave me."

He smiled shallowly, and the smile was as bright as the sun.

"She doesn't like restraint, she doesn't want to set up a field, then I will take care of the field for her. She wants to take in the people. I will take care of her... If she is not there, the field of heaven has no meaning to me. ”

Bai Yan’s heart trembled, and she lifted her head and confronted the pure eyes of the ink.

At this moment, among the pure eyes of the youngsters, there are already different feelings from the usual, such feelings, so that Bai Yan inexplicably wants to escape...

No wonder, it’s no wonder that since I saw Mo Li in the field of hell, she felt that the teenager was not quite right. It turned out that it was because he recovered his memory.

He remembered all the past, including... Mucheng!

"Hey, Mucheng has no longer existed in this world."

Bai Yan turned his head, his back to the boy behind him, his tone was light.

Mu Qingcheng is dead, and he died a million years ago.

"Mu's city is gone, but... her reincarnation is still there, isn't that enough?"

"Not the same," Bai Yan shook his head. "The former admiration of Mucheng only wants to step on the demon world. She doesn't know love, she doesn't know human nature, and now I am... the demon world, I know love. So, Mucheng is dead, she can't exist anymore!"

Muchengcheng and her, after all, are still different.

Now she is just white, the demon of the demon world, nothing more.

The woman who looked at the front of the ink, his eyes were stunned: "Really, she doesn't know love, she only knows how to fight, Yan Yan, if I can restore memories earlier, if I can..."

I can appear earlier, is it the end will be different?

Thinking of this, the ink from the mouth of the mouth slightly raised a bitter smile.

He understands everything, isn't it? Even if he can think of the admiration of Miancheng in 10,000 years ago, Yan Yan will not accept her.

After all... she and the Emperor Cang are so matched, in this world, no one can insert their feelings into it.

Their kind of tacit understanding is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Nothing."

Bai Yan slowly turned, his eyes fell on the body of the ink: "There will be no such thing in the world, even if there is... then I am still the demon of the demon world. The reason why I have never understood love for these few years is because I haven't loved God, and I only know how to love me if I fall in love with him."

Whether it is the wind glaze or the Chu Yifeng, it will not be her choice.

In this life, what she can choose is only Emperor Cang...

Suddenly, a figure shrouded the white face.

Bai Yan’s body was pulled by a force and slammed into a warm chest.

The man's silver hair is like a demon, and his purple hair is mad. His red lips are like blood stasis, and the phoenix contains a hidden smile.

"Ink, you are looking for my wife, what can I do?"

The voice of Emperor Cang is arrogant and domineering, but he looks cold in the eyes of the ink.

When he first saw the ink, he noticed the unusualness of this young boy.

I don't know if the boy at that time was hiding too well, or if he didn't think about the things he used to do, so he didn't know the infatuation of the infatuation.

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