"Xiyue, what are you talking about? How come there is such a strange thing in the world?" Nan Wushuang couldn't believe it.

Taking away Molan's memory of her? Eliminate Molan's qualification to be moved? Why?

"It was such a strange thing that came to Molan." Ye Xiyue said in a deep voice: "Suddenly, I was a little curious about Molan's origin."

Her eyes were shining with sharp light.

The three of them also knew that Molan was not from the Ye family, he was someone brought back by his grandfather from outside, and he has always regarded him as a member of the Ye family.

"Do you know who did it?" Mu Feng asked: "It's not easy to investigate what happened seven years ago now. Since the other party dares to attack Molan, he must be a familiar person. Perhaps the other party also knows Molan's origin."

"Elf people."

"Elf?" Mu Feng was surprised, "It shouldn't be that the people of the Elf have always been long-lived, noble, elegant, smart, and beautiful. A certain degree of cleanliness is almost integrated with nature. They live in the forest and form relatively loose kingdoms, and are equal and friendly to each other. The elves are tall, intelligent, beautiful, elegant, and sharp. They are best at poetry and music, and only fire, sharp blades or extreme sadness can kill the elves.

How could such a rare and noble race attack Molan?”

"Have you forgotten this?" Ye Xiyue took out the crystal token from her arms, "This is also something from the elves."

"Xue Wushang mentioned before that this crystal token is owned by the royal family of the elves."

"That person is Bingwu."

"Is it her?" Mu Feng gasped, "The person who sent four evil ghosts to snatch Qinzi was actually Bingwu."

Jing Chiyue snorted coldly, "It's no surprise. It seems that the elves are not as noble and friendly as the rumors. The princess of the elves can do such despicable activities. Others can imagine it."

Ye Xiyue murmured: "It seems that there is an unknown secret behind the elves...what is it?"

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...

Nan Wushuang learned about what Molan had experienced. She knew that Molan might not be moved by any opposite sex in her life, but she still didn't want to give up.

She didn't know whether Molan had fallen in love with her seven years ago, but she was really attracted to Molan.

Whenever she thinks of what Ye Xiyue said: Some people don’t want Molan to be moved, so when she takes away his memory of a special opposite sex, she feels suffocating pain in her heart.

What kind of person did she fall in love with?

I once thought that she and him were just two ordinary people, but now it seems that she has thought everything too simply.

A relationship that has not yet begun is simply strangled in the bud...

In the back garden of Ye Mansion, Nan Wushuang stood behind flowers and plants, looking at the man burying the painting in the pavilion from afar. He was dressed in white and danced lightly, looking like an ink painting, which was so beautiful that it made people unable to take a look.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes full of the man who was as beautiful as ink. Sorry, I can't give up on you...

Whether it is seven years ago or seven years later, the person I, Nan Wushuang, liked, will definitely not give up so easily.

Even if I know there is no result in the end, I don’t want to give up on you.
Chapter completed!