When Xiao Yu turned around and came down from the stage, a few people in Lan Haojie had disappeared. Is this afraid that she will cure her people with her own way? Let him learn to bark on the ground in front of everyone?

Xiao Yu’s mind is exactly what he intended. They feel that the method of sinister damage is quite good for them.

It’s a pity to run.

It doesn't matter, unless Lan Haojie never appears in front of her, seeing her sneaking like a mouse, otherwise, the debt owed today, she will come back.

"Hey..." A gentle sound like a string of voices rang by Xiao Yu.

"Thank you for the son." Xiao Yu turned around and thanked Nan Gong for his rescue. At the same time, he was stunned at the sorrowful sorrows of his eyes.

What kind of eyes is this? Contains too much emotion, joy, miss, heartache, illusion to make an extremely complex look, looking at her.

Xiao Yu saw his reflection from his eyes, as if he saw his appearance from his soul.

Her heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, and her eyes made her heart cramp.

It’s like eating poppy for a long time, suddenly there is a day, amnesia, you forget the taste of poppies, when it appears in front of your eyes, it evokes your hiding of the poppy, the uncontrollable uncomfortable, Like a rainstorm, a surprise attack came.

"who are you?"

Xiao Yu’s delicate little face was pale, and she stepped back a few steps, trying to distance herself from the “poppy” of the fairy.

"Hey, don't you remember me?"

Nangong sees her delicate little face instantly pale, his heart seems to be smashed by the shackles, sticking out the jade white fingers, wanting to give her the pulse, but she has not touched her sleeves, she is afraid Not too late to retreat.

Nangong’s hand was stiff in midair, and his heart was very lost. He would rather see each other again. She was jealous of him, and she did not want her to look at him with such strange eyes.

It’s like she wiped him out of her memory completely.

Xiao Yu shook her head and her heart was sore. She said calmly: "I don't remember."

In the middle of the palace, there is a mist, thick feathers, and the roots. What is the heartache?

"You forgot me? Is this your punishment for me?"

Punishment?

Xiao Yu frowned, and somehow, her instincts told her that this man, whose face is like a harmless man, cannot be close.

"I don't understand what you say." Waiting for Nangong to speak again, she preempted: "Thank you for your help, I have something to do, take a step first."

Nangong Yu did not stop Xiao Yu, standing there watching her back, the twilight.

"Small master, you are not easy to find Miss Xiao, so let her leave?" The dark night suddenly appeared in the South Palace, and looked at Xiao Yu's back, his heart is very dissatisfied.

Her Majesty, for her sake, almost washed the palace of Nanling, and at all costs to seduce her.

When I arrived at this continent, I went looking for her everywhere with madness. I finally found the slave, and my heart was revived. I firmly believed that she was not dead. He sent all the forces that he could mobilize in the Nangong family.

In order to find Xiao Yu, His Majesty is really crazy.

Unexpectedly, seeing each other again, Xiao Yu was so indifferent to forget his sire...

"Can you keep her?" Nangong suddenly asked.

"Slaves are in our hands, as long as they are threatened with the lives of slaves, Xiao Yu..."

"Shut up." Nangong snorted interrupted the dark night, and frowned: "I don't want to be disgusted by her again."

The night was shocked, and I closed my mouth. I watched the cold color of the Nangong Palace and the painful color. The night expression was a bit complicated, and it was heartache for Nangong. I fell in love with Xiao Yu, but I couldn’t get her return. It is worth it. ?

The fingers in the dark sleeves gradually curled up and became a fist. When he was in Nanling, he used to have such a period of time, and he could not wait for Xiao Yu to die. He thought that after Xiao Yu’s death, his majesty would be freed.

However, I did not expect that Xiao Yu’s real “death”, his majesty would not change like a majesty, or even become similar to Feng Ling’s **** and brutal tyrant. The difference is that Feng Lingran’s brutality is everyone in the world. The kind of bloodthirsty brutality that is scared.

Nangong Temple, his bloody, is a coat of celestial celestial, which is unexpected for everyone...

This is the most terrible.

At that time, I even thought that the Nangong Temple would ruin the entire Nanling and destroy itself for Xiao Yu’s death...