She turned over, closed her eyes, and was about to force herself to fall asleep. Suddenly, a sudden burst of knocking on the door made An Xiaoyou widen her eyes, "Who is it? Who knocked on the door so late?"

She stood up and put on her coat in mink, "Who is it?" she asked through the door.

"Little guy, it's me."

Yingzexia's voice? It shouldn't be! Yingzexia never knocked on the door when she entered her bedroom. It was so strange!

An Xiaoyou frowned in confusion, but opened the door. Suddenly a burst of smoke enveloped her, and white powder hit her. She fell to the ground without any time to prevent her...

The man under the mask couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth, then picked her up horizontally, looking at her who was already in a coma, he murmured to himself: "Xiaoyou, don't blame me for being cruel. Your sister didn't steal the ring of Your Highness the Vampire for me, so I'll use you to control Ying Zexia! Let me open that dusty memory for you!"

"You, who are you?" An Xiaoyou, who was confused, no longer knew where she was at this moment, and she could only feel the faint light shining on her.

"Who do you think I am?" Ye Moying looked at An Xiaoyou on the bed with pity, "I am a person who can help you open your memories five hundred years ago!"

Before she could guess, he expressed his purpose...

"Memory? Five hundred years ago? What memory?" An Xiaoyou asked anxiously, frowned from time to time.

"That's..." Ye Moying said, reaching out to circle her lips, "The memory of you and your brother Mu, oh! No! It's a memory... It's also the past of you and Yingzemu! You are sweet and happy in the past!"

"Brother Mutou?" An Xiaoyou murmured, "Kingze Mu?"

"That's right! It's him!"

"No, how could it be? How could he and I have memories of five hundred years ago? You must have lied to me, you said, who are you?! Why can I take me away in Lingmao Country?! You said..." No, it is impossible, how could she and Yingzemu have a past? It is impossible, he must have been deceived! Her heart suddenly felt like she was tied up with a hook size of a thousand pounds, heavy...

"You haven't been there?" Ye Moying, wearing a mask, curled the corners of her mouth and asked, and after speaking, she put a shallow kiss on her lips. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. Then the lights in the room were all on. He reached out and uncovered the black cloth covering An Xiaoyou's eyes.

An Xiaoyou opened her eyes and saw this mysterious man. He was wearing a mask, but he had a kingly aura and demeanor. According to her An Xiaoyou's guess, those who could take her away from Lingmao Kingdom must have supreme magic and power, right?

She sat up and hugged herself with her hands. "Who are you?"

He stood up from the bed and outlined the corners of his mouth indifferently, "I told you from the beginning that I am the one who can help you open up your memories five hundred years ago!"

"Memory? Five hundred years ago..." She thought desperately, but the severe pain made her collapse on the bed. "It hurts so much...it hurts..."

"Don't think about it, I don't allow you to think about it anymore!" Ye Moying hugged her tightly with heartache and slowly sootheed her emotions. "If you want to know everything five hundred years ago, I tell you, I tell you! Don't think about it or not, but think about it again!"
Chapter completed!