He Huan wanted to cry without tears, and the dusty little face was covered with despair, "Is it because she is here, so you dare not admit it."

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the military department to check the records. In the border town six years ago, I have a detailed record of what I did every day." He said that he collapsed He Huan's last hope, but Xuanyuanya had no way He couldn't admit to what he had never done in order to coax He Huan happy. "Sister, you think about it, are you the one who went to Yaowanggu?"

"How can I deny my own brother..." The tearing voice stopped abruptly.

He Huan's eyes widened suddenly.

In memory, only Xuanyuan Yao's gentle smiley face spoke to her, coaxed her to smile, promised, and outlined the future. [

but. . .

but. . .

In the memories of that six years ago, he never said that he was Xuanyuanyao.

Hugging his head, inserting his ten fingers between his temples, curbing the severe pain, He Huan tried hard to remember every word and every sentence that the two said, every expression of the man, even his walking posture, he still branded Engraved in the bottom of my heart.

However, why didn't she say who she was, but she decided that he was Xuanyuanyao.

In my mind, the aura flashed away.

"Brother Yao, you remember when you were a child, Huan'er secretly stole a piece of purple wood collected by her father, carved into two small ornaments, and gave it to you and my brother, I remember to give you the little wood The sword, I gave Zun brother a small wooden axe, which was made by Huan'er himself. Six years ago, the small wooden sword of Zimu was hanging on the man's neck. I will not admit it, and I will never admit it."

The precious purple wood is said to only grow in a desperate place. It is very difficult to find. Moreover, it is a bauble carved out of her one by one. It is unique in the world and cannot be faked.