Now I realize that this Wu Mo is his own obsession!

On that day, she stabbed him with a decisive knife. If Longchuan had not tried his best to save him, his body would have died directly in the chaos.

To resurrection, the soul needs to practice for another thousand years...

In order to save him, Longchuan used all his essence and blood to burn the soul of the Qilin to refine a Qilin pill that can revive the dead, and instead of his heart, he survived again.

But Longchuan was so heartbroken.

Wumo is the inner demon he refined himself when he was completely in despair. He sealed all his memories on Wumo and then fell into a coma.

This also adds a problem of sleeping every thousand years.

If you sleep in a deep sleep, you will forget everything. No matter how many grudges you have, he can leave them aside with the sleep.

Now that Wu Mo is dead, the memory of the life sealed on him will automatically return to Shen Jiuli.

Wu Mo didn't know what he had done before he died, and the conversation he had just had with Ning Xuemo was also accepted by Shen Jiuli...

Shen Jiuli's aura became colder and colder, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to feel his mood. They pressed down heavily, and dark clouds were covered with layers of dark clouds.

The wind blew on the top of the mountain, the cold wind was as cold as a knife, and the snowflakes swayed with the cold wind, slapped on people's body with a scorching pain, and the coldness was as cold as the bone marrow.

God's pressure!

Ning Xuemo was almost breathless because of him.

"He started the fight first! Ten years ago, he had already plotted against me once, which almost killed me. Now he wanted to kill me for the second time! He wanted my life, and I was in self-defense! Besides, I didn't want to kill him just now, I just wanted to waste his kung fu. But he thought that he would squat down and automatically send the door under the sword..." Ning Xuemo suppressed his inner loss and anger and explained the reason quickly.

Shen Jiuli had just closed his eyes, but now he finally opened it slowly. The pair of ice-blue eyes shot on Ning Xuemo, deeper and colder than the dark night.

Ning Xuemo felt cold when he looked at him like this, and he couldn't say anything else.

"Xueyimo, I didn't expect that I fell on you twice! But this time, do you think you can succeed?" Shen Jiuli spoke word by word, his voice like a cold knife, almost frozen Ning Xuemo's heart.

He called her Xueyimo, could he restore his memories of his previous life?!

"You..." Ning Xuemo was about to argue, but Shen Jiuli's sleeves whipped, and Ning Xuemo's acupoint was tamped. Not only could he not move his body, but he could not even speak.

She looked at him with disbelief, her lips pale.

"Xueyimo, you will pay the price for what you do!" Shen Jiuli said coldly, and his sleeves flicked again. Ning Xuemo felt that his eyes turned black and his body was weak and weak.

Shen Jiuli looked at Ning Xuemo who was unconscious, and a complex flashed in his cold eyes.

His fingers moved slightly, and a strong wind carried Ning Xuemo to the distance.

…

Cold, so cold!

Ning Xuemo felt the biting chill in the darkness, and she couldn't help but shrink into a ball, almost forming a ball.

She slowly opened her eyes.
Chapter completed!