"Little thing, I'm here..." Ni Nuan's words poured into Nan Liyou's eardrums, making her body slightly stunned. It was as clear as water, and she had obviously forgotten it.
She knew that goodbye was also a injury, but why did a certain instrument in her body suddenly stagnate for a few seconds, which was unexpected.
Lian Chengjue deeply absorbed the smell emitted by Nan Liyou, and felt a hungry feeling. When he smelled her fragrance, he felt that some empty place in his body was filled with it.
He recovered his memory and restored all his memories, which belonged to Ling Xiaohan and some belonged to Lian Chengjue.
The two memories are superimposed, and there is a feeling of being like a dream.
I hugged this soft body again and realized that so long had passed.
After five years, his little thing has grown so big.
I still remember five years ago, when she first met her, she was still a little guy with sharpness, so sharp that she almost hurts people's eyes. Now she is still domineering and free, but she also has a sense of calmness and stability on her body.
Restricted.
Lian Chengjue hugged her, waved his sleeves, and the stone axe broke away from Nan Liyou, hovering for several circles and flew towards the boundless sky.
He hugged her, and a shallow Molan's sleeve robe wrapped her deeply in her arms.
Two figures slowly fell from the air, like ripples, and stood firmly on the ground.
Nan Liyou narrowed his eyes, his phoenix eyes became cold, the corners of his mouth curled up coldly, he pushed his circle away, turned his body several times, stayed a few meters away, and looked at him with a smile: "Great
Lord Mohuang, I wonder what it is worth to find me?"
Lian Cheng was absolutely cold and without any emotion, his handsome face immediately outlined a demonic smile, and then a bewitching voice came: "Little thing, I... miss you!"
Nan Liyou was slightly stunned, his eyes were a little responsible, and a trace of surprise even flowed through his eyes, and he quickly returned to indifference, "Did Mohuang express the wrong love and the wrong person?"
Her words were as clear and cold as the cold wind blew to Lian Chengjue's heart...
He raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face did not disappear, and he continued to smile like a seductive smile: "Little guy, don't be so affectionate!"
What a familiar sentence, he once was Ling Xiaohan's identity, and he said this to her...
Her eyelids twitched, and a vision made her blurt out: "Have you recovered your memory?"
Lian Cheng Jue He's head, looking at the little man on the opposite side who was about to go crazy, he wanted to rush forward and tie her into his body, and combine it into one.
It turns out that missing someone is so painful.
Nan Liyou smiled coldly, feeling very sad. So what if he recovered his memory? He thought that if he recovered his memory, they could go back to the past?
"Congratulations!" The three words "Danwei" were a sentence that Nan Liyou thought for a while before he was sure to say.
After hearing this, Lian Chengjue smiled bitterly and went around for thousands of years, when did they become so strange?
During the wedding day, Dugu Young Master sent something, and that was Mo Shanghua. With the help of Mo Shanghua, he recovered all his memories.
Looking back, thousands of years ago and thousands of years later, his self-blame, and his regrets were like ivy on the wall, rooted in the soil.
He knew that the harm he brought to the little thing was not something that could be compensated by just a few words.
Especially when he saw the little thing's shrill and cold eyes, he knew that the gap between them could not be crossed.