But now that he looks familiar, he doesn't match the handsome guys in his head anyway.

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

Ning Xuemo didn't have much memory 50,000 years ago, only those memories that passed through the past again, but the original 50,000 years ago has only sporadic fragments.

In these fragments, no character like Jun Liu Ye exists.

A pair of white sleeves stretched out to block Ning Xuemo's eyes. She looked up the sleeves and saw the deep lake-like eyes of Shenjiu Li. He was sitting there with one arm half-stretched On the head, the sleeves just blocked Ning Xuemo's downward vision, and the fingers of the other hand were tapping on the lap with one finger at a time.

When he saw Ning Xuemo looking at him, he said lazily: "The sound of the flute is still good, and you don't have to look straight. Do you mean it?"

Ning Xuemo's eyes were curved like a crescent.

Is it so jealous that the Great God said that? !!

She hugged one of his sleeves, and said in earnest: "Well, what the Great God said is that when the Great God plays the piano again, I just listen, and I don't have to run around to watch.

God Jiuli: "..."

Below Ji Yue has danced with the flute.

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

In the snow-capped Jiyue, she was in a red dress.

Wind blowing clothes fluttering, fluttering figure like flying sky.

Rotate, bend down, turn around ... The slender body turns into various beautiful radians, and a pair of bright big eyes reflect the moonlight like the broken crystals of the lake.

Ji Yue's dance is very good, far better than Jun Liuye's unexpected, he feels that he has never seen such a wonderful dance in his life.

His girl was like a fire, a flower, slowly opening up in the snow and ice, making him unable to move his eyes.

She turned to him and turned around him three times. He looked at her with a smile.

"Ding!" The jade bird on her head suddenly slipped and fell on the ice, breaking straight into pieces.

The sound of the flute sounded a little, and she suddenly burst into a rush into his arms.

He raised his arm and wanted to hug her, his body stiffened, and a sharp sword pointed out from his back.

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

With a successful move, Ji Yue also seemed to be stunned, looking at the blood-stained sword stalk that remained submerged in the opponent's body, his fingertips trembling slightly, but he did not immediately retreat.

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

He was still in the previous position, holding the bamboo flute in his left hand, holding her palm in his right hand, and even holding her, without the slightest intention to loosen.

Of course, there was no intention to shoot her out, and even his eyes were quiet, not many waves: "Ji Yue ... you have no memory ..."

Ji Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly she looked up and laughed: "Of course! Junliu Ye, you also have this day!" She laughed happily, as if to block out the obstacles in these days.

It worked! She finally succeeded!

Finally killed this Shura! Finally killed this enemy that killed her family! Finally let him pay the due price!

She should be happy, she should be happy, so she laughed louder and louder, and afterwards the voice changed sharply.