The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Fei Mo's figure appeared behind him, and he disappeared for more than half a year. Fei Mo still hadn't changed much. The only thing was that his previously gloomy eyes had brightened.

Mo Zhuyue seemed to understand something when she saw the smiling face beside Fei Mo.

"Feimo, you said you took us there, can you survive the maze in the West Sea?"

"can."

Feimo expressed everything with only one simple word.

As if he had already guessed Mo Zhuyue's thoughts, the ships were all ready.

"elder sister."

Luoluo happily jumped to Mo Zhuyue's side, and grabbed her hand affectionately, with a charming smile still on her beautiful face.

Mo Zhuyue also didn't want to ask how Luoluo and Feimo got together, and how their relationship is now.

She could tell that Feimo was slowly changing, and it was definitely not because of her, but because of Luoluo.

Now that she asked, it would only seem superfluous.

So, a group of people set off to the mysterious island country in the West Sea together.

Mo Zhuyue doesn't know who Fei Mo is, but he swears that he can pass through the maze to the country of Xihai, so he should be related to Xihai, right?

Besides, it is impossible for him to calculate everything, even the ships are ready.

It must be, by chance.

It happened to meet her and Long Canghao here, even if they didn't come here today, Feimo and Luoluo would go to Xihai.

The West Sea is a mysterious sea, and there is a mysterious country above the sea, also called the West Sea.

The sea breeze was blowing on his face, rustling, and there was still a hint of sticky salty smell. Feimo stood on the deck, facing the wind, his black robe swaying in the wind.

Mo Zhuyue walked up.

"Not ink."

Feimo didn't turn his head back, Mo Zhuyue's aura was very familiar to him, even if he didn't have to look back, he knew that Mo Zhuyue was coming.

Just like today, he smelled Mo Zhuyue's breath from a long, long way away.

The boat was already leaving, but he insisted on waiting for her.

Every breath and every feeling on her body, even if he hasn't seen her for many years, he can clearly distinguish them.

This is the taste that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"You want to know, why can I take you into the West Sea?"

Feimo's voice was faint, and the sea breeze blew by, taking away some of his voice, making it a little cold and indifferent.

"Do you want to talk?"

Mo Zhuyue fought side by side with him, leaning on the side of the boat with both hands, looking at the sea calmly.

"Actually, I am the little prince of Xihai."

When Feimo said this, the expression on his face was very indifferent, as if he was talking about something unimportant to him.

For this answer, Mo Zhuyue did not expect it. In her memory, when she met Fei Mo, she was a child. At that time, he was just an orphan with unknown background, adopted by her mother, and lived together. a period of time.

At that time, Feimo was less than ten years old, but he was very indifferent and did not want to associate with the young her. It was she who clung to him and finally opened his heart.

However, this also became a sting for Fei-mo's life.

Loving someone is just an act, a look, or even a story, and you can fall in love with it.

However, it takes a long, long time to forget someone.

It was the same even if there was Luoluo beside Feimo.