after god gambler

Chapter 670
"Xue'er, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

Mo Yanhua smelled the faint fragrance of her body, and her panicked heart gradually calmed down.

"First meeting..."

When Feng Meixue heard his words, she began to recall the time when they met, but for some reason, she felt that what should have been a clear memory began to become hazy, giving her a feeling of looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water.

"I do not remember……"

Her calm words also carried a bit of uneasiness. She obviously has a photographic memory, so why doesn't she remember the scene of their meeting?
With her memory, it is impossible to forget.

The blood in Mo Yanhua's mind seemed to be flowing backwards, instantly depriving him of the ability to think.It wasn't that cold, but he felt chills all over his body.

Thinking of what Xuantian said, he would harm his family, his heart trembled, and the arm holding her stiffened.

Will she forget him?Is it because the curse on him has begun to affect the closest people around him?
This curse is to make them forget each other and meet strangers!

If one day, he no longer remembers her smile, which once warmed his heart.

If one day, he no longer remembers her bright eyes that lit up his whole world.

If one day, he doesn't even remember who she is, doesn't remember that he loves her, and doesn't remember everything between them, then this life will turn into a wasteland, without a trace of vitality.

"Yanhua, am I sick?"

Feng Meixue patted her head, wanting to remember the previous scene, but suddenly found that everything was melting slowly, just like the snow in early spring meets the warm sun, melting little by little, after melting, the biting coldness forced She couldn't help trembling slightly.

"It's nothing like that, it's just that you're too tired today, take a nap and you'll get better."

Mo Yanhua originally planned to leave for the Lianwu Empire tomorrow, but now he has to postpone it for a few days. He just hopes that nothing will change.

He comforted in a soft voice, the magnetic male voice seemed to be the best lullaby, making her feel sleepy when she lay on his shoulder.

Feng Meixue didn't know that he had unknowingly used the power of Yan Ling, so she leaned on him drowsily, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Mo Yanhua hugged her horizontally, his movements were cautious, as if he was holding the most precious treasure.

After taking off her shoes and socks and clothes, he put her on the bed.There are his and her flavors, intertwined and lingering.

He took a deep look at her, walked up to the desk, held the pen in one hand, and ground it in the other. This is a very special pen and ink, a gift from his master for him to record precious things, but he has never wanted anything Written down, so it has not been used.

An ice blade condensed in his hand, slipped through his hand, cut a hole, and melted into ink.

When the blood and ink merged together, the tip of the pen was soaked in ink and began to write.

"When we met for the first time, it rained all night and the weather was slightly cool. You were like a kitten covered in thorns, baring your teeth and claws, unwilling to trust anyone. At that moment, there was something in my heart. I have an impulse to protect you and prevent you from being bullied again. This idea seems to have been planted in my heart a long time ago... No matter how beautiful the sky is, it is not as beautiful as this lonely lamp at home. Warmth...you gave me a home, and I am willing to protect it with my life..."

His pen moved quickly on the paper, writing down every bit of the relationship between them. If one day, he really forgets all of this, as long as there are traces, he will definitely be able to follow this line , to retrieve what he lost.

He kept writing all night, there were too many things he wanted to remember, and there were too many good things between them, he really couldn't bear to forget them.

She is the most beautiful treasure bestowed upon him by the heavens, and he does not allow the heavens to regret taking her back and erasing her from his mind and his life.

His strong obsession was poured into the pen in his hand, and at the end of the page, he also sketched her voice and smile.

That familiar face seemed to wake up his dusty memory.Rolling in the world of mortals, flowers blooming on Moshang, she took Sansei III, set foot on the Styx River, looked back and smiled among the flowers on the other side, shining like a peach, burning its flowers.

When the last stroke was made, the tip of the brush lost its luster, and the blood ink in the inkstone was exhausted.

He put away his pen and ink, and cherished the book that carried his memory in the most close place, so that he could feel a little bit of security, and made him feel that even if he forgot, he would remember it again.

It was already daylight, and he was still thinking about the gifts Nalan Fengyin and Meng Junlin sent last night, why the enchanting male Hua Lengzui would be silent.It was only when he saw a painting on the edge of the table that he guessed that it was a gift from Hua Lengzui.

When he opened the picture scroll, he saw the picture of Feng Meixue dancing on the waves, vividly presented on the painting.That was the scene of Feng Meixue dancing solo in South Lake.

With slender fingers, blue silk sleeves, and the large expanse of lake water, he seemed to see Feng Meixue dancing in front of him again.

"That guy Hua Lengzui is actually good at drawing Danqing!"

Putting down the painting in his hand, he didn't see the sleeves of the person in the painting, which were flying and fluttering. Those bright eyes, vivid and vivid, winked at him playfully.

When Feng Meixue got up, the sky was already bright.That night, she slept very deeply, and when she woke up, she saw the painting on the table.She walked over, slowly opened the scroll, and saw her figure appearing vividly on the paper.

She moved her eyes down, and saw a cherry blossom painted at the bottom, like a drop of cinnabar tears, revealing a touch of sadness.

"Miss! Miss!"

Xue Shao's hurried voice came from outside, Feng Meixue closed the scroll, placed it on the table, opened the curtain, and walked out.

A black mist floated in from the window silently, lingered on the scroll for a while, then covered the scroll and flew out of the window.

Look at the table again, where is there any scroll.

"Miss, Princess Wu is dead. I heard that after going back last night, her heart stopped beating and she lost her breath. Now the news may have reached the Yunmeng Dynasty."

Xue Shao's face showed a bit of anxiety, and she looked at Feng Meixue, who was wearing thin clothes and blue silk, standing there barefoot. That figure was always extremely calm, so that she could rely on and trust her.

Chenfeng raised the gauze curtain, Feng Meixue seemed to sense something, turned her head to look into the room, but saw nothing.

She was puzzled for a moment, and then saw that Qingyi had brought a basin for her to wash up.

"Then where is her body?"

After Feng Meixue finished grooming, she asked lightly.She believed that Xuantian's actions were naturally measured, at least he would not cause Meng Qiwu to die suddenly, and now Meng Qiwu died after only one night.The spearhead will naturally be pointed at her, the people behind the scenes are really ruthless and their methods are sharp enough.

(End of this chapter)