She's The Black Demon King's Nemesis

His movement is very light, Xia Ji still sleeps sweetly, not disturbed at all.

The moonlight, like light smoke, reflects a faint light on the border.

His eyes fell on the next thing: kite! It turned out to be a kite marked by an eagle. He remembered that in those days, one step away, he had never seen the little boy who ran to Luyuan unintentionally - that was the little prince.

If he had been a little earlier in that year, he would have seen the child's face clearly. He thought that he was an insignificant child and was not interested in looking at him more.

I'm sorry.

If he had seen it earlier, would it be different?

He picked up the kite and took a close look. The eagle design, the old silk thread, and the yellow memory -- Ji Wuxue, she had kept the kite all the time.

For a long time, as soon as he lifted his magic hand, the kite turned to ashes in his hand, and fell into the dust of the vast night with the wind.

And the emerald ring on her ring finger.

He recognized at a glance that it was the best emerald that had been formed for millions of years. When he took a look, his face became more ugly. It's the little prince's token turned into a ring.

Xiandi!

It must be Xiandi who is making trouble.

He took out a small jade medal from his arms, which was supposed to be placed in the palm of her hand to replace the ring, but with a sigh, he put it back in his arms.

It was the only gift he got from her - even if it wasn't from her, he kept it as if it was the only connection between himself and her.

After a while, he grasped her hand, slowly put it in his palm, slowly spread it out, and said to himself, "Ji Wuxue, don't you really remember me at all?? Can you really forget everything? "

A five-year-old girl is a human being again. Doesn't she hate herself?

That night, she was clearly sleeping in his arms, smiling at him, stroking his face, looking at the world of demons from his palm in surprise, and pulling the night pearl on his crown And the marks he specially imprinted on her palm If the memory of childhood is indifferent because of growth, but, so lonely and long years of imprisonment, can she really forget the stranger she met for the first time so easily?

Besides, even if I forget it, what about the brand?? This is full of magic things, mortals can not erase.

He spread out the palm of her hand and took a close look. His face changed.

Her palm is as white as jade, and there is a faint circle of rose in it. Not only the naked eye, but also his magic eye can't see it. However, it was difficult for him. He saw that the boundary above was different from the boundary of the demon world. It was a small cover up, but it was enough to make ordinary people forget many things.

He was surprised. Who had the magic? Actually can see no snow palm brand, and also seal up??

At this time, he understood why he had never been called by her. It turned out that someone had completely erased this part of his memory from her mind.

He was furious, but he soon calmed down and gently wiped the palm of her hand, revealing the faint trace again. However, it has been many years, and his magic has come to the time when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I don't know if it will work.