But now he looks familiar with him, no matter what, he doesn't match the handsome guys in his mind.

Could it be a passerby whom I met 50,000 years ago?

Ning Xuemo didn’t have much memories of 50,000 years ago, only those memories that had traveled through the past again, but the original memories of 50,000 years ago were only fragments of fragments.

There are no characters like Jun Liuye in these fragments.

A pair of snow-white sleeves reached over to block Ning Xuemo's gaze. She looked up along the sleeves and saw Shen Jiuli's deep eyes as deep as a lake. He sat halfway there, one arm half supporting his head, and the sleeves just blocked Ning Xuemo's gaze as he looked down, and the other hand fingers were knocking on the beat.

Seeing Ning Xuemo looking at him, he lazily said: "It's better to listen to the sound of the flute, don't look straight. Do you think so?"

Ning Xuemo's eyes were crescent-shaped.

What the great god said is actually jealous, right?

She held one of his sleeves and said seriously: "Well, what the great god said is that when the great god plays the piano again in the future, I will just listen to it, and there is no need to go and watch it again."

Shen Jiuli: "..."

Ji Yue was dancing to the sound of the flute below.

The full moon in the sky is like a jade plate, and the snow peaks on the ground are like crystal.

The snow-covered Zhong Ji Yue was wearing a red dress.

The wind blows the clothes and the clothes are fluttering, and the graceful figures are like flying in the sky.

Rotate, bend, turn around... The slender body turns into various graceful curves, and a pair of bright big eyes reflect the moonlight like crystals on the lake.

Ji Yue's dance posture was very good, far beyond Jun Liuye's expectations. He felt that he had never seen such a wonderful dance posture in his life.

His girl was like a ball of fire and a flower, slowly blooming into the ice and snow, making him unable to move his eyes.

She turned to him and circled around him three times. He looked at her with a smile, with a quiet sound of the flute and a doting look on his face.

"Ding!" The jade hairpin on her head suddenly slid down and fell to the ice ground, and fell to a few pieces.

The sound of the flute paused slightly, and she suddenly staggered under her feet and rushed into his arms.

He raised his arms and wanted to hug her, but suddenly his body stiffened, and a sharp sword tip came straight from his back.

The blood flowed out instantly, dyeing his blue robe and dyeing her fingers holding the sword red...

With one move, Ji Yue seemed to be stunned. Her eyes looked at the hilt of the blood-stained sword that was left in the other party's body. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she did not retreat immediately.

A big hand came over and directly held her hand holding the sword. She held her tightly. She suddenly looked up and looked into his narrow and charming eyes.

He was still in the same position as before, holding the bamboo flute in his left hand, holding her palm in his right hand, and even holding her, without any intention of letting go.

Of course, there was no intention to slap her out, and even his eyes were quiet, without much turbulence: "Ji Yue... you haven't lost your memory..."

Ji Yue's eyes shrank slightly, and she suddenly raised her head and laughed: "Of course! Jun Liuye, you have this day too!" She smiled happily, as if she wanted to laugh out loud that had been blocked in her heart these days.

Success! She finally succeeded!

Finally, he killed this Shura! He finally killed this enemy who ruined her family! He finally paid the price he deserved!
Chapter completed!