Princess Sets Poison Again

The high priest raised an eyebrow and said, "I have been a high priest since I have memories, and in my memory I have been a high priest. It seems that I have been a high priest for a long time ..."

He paused again, "But I can't remember the previous things. Will it be you who misidentified me? I am really the old monster in their mouth."

Speaking of this, his heart tightened.

He was a little afraid of this assumption, not because he was afraid he was an old monster, but because he was not the one he was looking for.

Knowing what he was afraid of, Murong Yan hugged him tightly and took a deep breath, "Don't think wildly, you are Yun Shaoning, I won't admit it."

How could he admit him wrong, he can only be sure that he is Yun Shaoning by looking at his back.

"But there is no plum mole on my shoulder." The high priest pulled down his clothes, exposing his left shoulder.

He remembered that he said Yun Shaoning had a red mole on his shoulder, but he didn't.

Murong Xuan touched his smooth white shoulders and smiled bitterly: "You can even grow so much, what else can't they do?"

His plum blossom nevus might have been made by the man in white already. After all, the red mole is too real, it can't be fake.

The high priest froze. He didn't expect him to be so determined that he was the one he was looking for.

"You have to believe me, I won't admit the wrong person, you are Yun Shaoning." Looking at his surprised look, Murong Yu firmly said.

The high priest raised his eyebrows, and he naturally hoped that he was Yun Shaoning, otherwise he would be sad if he found the real Yun Shaoning in the future, and he would be sad if he knew the wrong person himself.

"Did I repair badly before?" He asked again, thinking of what he had just said.

Murong Yan laughed, "Yeah, your cultivation is really not high, but your cultivation is much higher than mine."

Speaking of this, Murong Yu is somewhat hurtful.

He used to protect him before, but now he reverses it. It seems that he must continue to work hard to practice, otherwise it would be too unreasonable.

The high priest was a little surprised. Xu himself had always cultivated to a high level, and he was used to overtaking everyone. He really couldn't imagine what it would be like when he was poor.

"I didn't like martial arts before, so what do I like?"

He is still very curious about his past things, especially he is talking about so many of them. According to him, he should have been a happy person before. If he can return to his former identity, it is quite good. OK, at least he is happy.

"You like formation."

Murong Yan said that he took out the soaked array of books from his arms.

The high priest took the array book and looked at it. Although the book was soaked in water, it could still be read clearly.

"I keep this book all the time. I chose to go to the Tibetan Pavilion to send it to you. You kept it with you."

The high priest looked over and felt that these formations seemed familiar.

"I'll put the array on it now!" Murong Su suddenly said as if he wanted to praise.

The high priest wondered, "Do you like formations too?"

Murong Yu smiled and looked at him seriously, "I like you."

He ’s a love house and black bar. He does n’t like and does n’t know the formation, but since he left, he is studying the formation every day. He studies what he likes, does what he likes, and loves him Loving family.

The high priest's eyes flushed red, and he kissed with a reward on his lips.

"I love you!" Murong Yan murmured affectionately, deepening the kiss.

He is not a person who is good at expressing ideas, but after so much experience, he wants to express.

Because in the thousands of days and nights in which he was absent, what he said to him and what he did was not enough for him to remember.

So he has to talk to him a lot and do a lot of things in the future, and he doesn't want to remember by himself.

The warmth of the two people warmed up the slightly cold night.

For a few days, the two were sticking together, planting flowers together, and laying down together.

"Doesn't this flower really need to be watered?" Murong Yue held a pot of freshly planted moon and looked at the high priest.

The high priest wiped his sweat with a smile, "No watering, this flower is drought-resistant."

This is a desert. It is impossible to plant some flowers that need watering, so he cultivated these drought-resistant flowers without watering.

Seeing him wipe his face with mud, Murong Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Do you often get a big face like this?"

Murong Yan said with a smile, gently holding his face to help him wipe his face.

The high priest smiled and wiped his face with his dirty, muddy hands. "You're not going to have a face."

Murong glared at him and gave him the parcel. "Help me."

He didn't refuse either, but took the Zazi and wiped him indiscriminately, but wiped his face even more dirty.

"Ha ha ha, this is really a face." Looking at his face, he immediately became happy.

"dare you laugh!"

Murong Yi held him in his arms, punished to kiss his peach-like lips.

He hugs his neck with a smile and responds warmly to him.

Under his training these days, he is much more proficient than before.

After a deep kiss, his body was soft like a pool of spring water.

Murong Yan hugged him tightly and said hoarsely, "Let's take these flowers back and plant them in our bamboo house in the future?"

He chuckled. "Of course, if we live there, I will plant the valley with flowers."

"That must be beautiful." Murong Yu imagined the valley in the future, eyes full of longing.

The high priest also thought of the beautiful valley he described, looking up and yearning, "I suddenly wanted to go there and see."

He wanted to see their secret hut and see where they would settle in the future, because he said it was too beautiful.

Murong Xu kissed his forehead lightly and smiled: "There will be opportunities in the future."

They want to live there forever.

Nanfeng Qi stood outside the flower room, his eyes looked at the intimate interaction between the two, his fists were almost crushed.

It took him a long time to turn angrily.

"How's it going?" Nanfeng Qi glanced at the palace man kneeling in front of him with a dark look.

The palace man looked down and reported, "The disciple found that the flower slave was the emperor of Yunjing Zixiao Kingdom. He used to have a lover and our high priest ..."

The palace man looked at Nan Fengqi's back, and he stopped talking.

"Say!"

Nanfeng turned back tremblingly, loudly.

"Just like the high priest, this is a portrait of that person."

Nan Fengqi grabbed the portrait and opened it. When he saw the person in the portrait, his face instantly turned white.

An unprecedented fear and confusion swept through his heart. He stared at the man on the portrait, suddenly tearing the portrait to pieces.

Seeing this, the palace man was so scared that the atmosphere did not dare to go out.