Princess Against the World

Mo Xuanchen's heart was broken in an instant, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Is it you?! Really you?!"

He wept with joy, and suddenly he hugged Ling Luoyu more forcefully, and kissed her forehead.

"I knew it was you! I knew it!! The first time I saw it under the shade, I knew it was you..."

Fate is a wonderful thing.

When he was walking by the palace wall, he saw the lonely figure sitting under the shade of a tree.

Somehow, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

It was an indescribable feeling.

It was only at that moment that he recognized her existence.

She was the feeling he had been looking for for two thousand years!

The feeling of being inseparable from the soul and never being separated again! !

I thought it was just a simple emotion, but I didn't expect such a complicated and obscure story behind it!

It doesn't matter, for this feeling, for this feeling, he is willing to do everything for her!

"Yu'er, do you know? When I was very young, my adoptive father told me about this matter... I was deeply impressed by this sentence! Later, I met you! On the first day I met you With just one glance, I decided that you are mine! You are the one I have been looking for all my life!!"

He kissed her forehead, slid to the tearful eyelashes, and kissed all the tears.

"Yu'er, I swear, in this life, I will never let you cry for me again!!"

Ling Luoyu agreed with tears, and finally let go of him reluctantly.

"By the way, there is something. I was too anxious when we met a few days ago. I didn't have time to tell you..."

She quickly wiped away her tears, told about the Sanjiaojianjian Tomb and the ancient city of the Mohist family, and then focused on the description of the illusion under the black gate.

Mo Xuanchen's expression was always calm.

But when he talked about Che Er, his breathing trembled.

"Yu'er, you... have you seen my mother!?"

"Yeah!" Ling Luoyu's lips faded into a smile, and she leaned on him playfully: "To be honest, when your mother was young, she was such a beauty! Mo Xuanchen, tell me, if we Seeing it, will it feel like an old friend reunited?!"

Mo Xuanchen's eyes closed slowly, with a pained look on his face.

Ling Luoyu's smile slowly subsided, and he caressed his forehead and eyebrows.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

Mo Xuanchen opened his eyes frantically, with a faint smile on his lips: "They...you may not see them again, but if you have a chance in the future, let's talk about the feeling of reunion with my adoptive father!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled, and she instantly understood what he meant.

"Xuanchen... I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay!" Mo Xuanchen quickly cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips lightly: "I'm just a little regretful... I haven't even seen what my mother looks like! Foster father...has her and father's portraits, but... ...but it's not that realistic after all!"

He smiled and changed the subject.

"You don't know, my adoptive father is also very talented in making swords. As for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he only knows a little bit... When you see the portraits of my parents, you will know how good he is. It's like..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes flickered, and she playfully lifted his chin with her fingertips.

"It's not easy to know what your mother looks like?! Smile for me, and I will draw for you..."

"You...you can also draw?!"

"Joke, you don't even ask me what I used to do..."

As a killer, if you don't have keen insight and painting skills to capture everything, you don't have to mess around.

She was used to drawing her own roadmap of where to go.

For her, no matter how accurate a photo is, it is not as credible as her own eyes.