Princess Against the World

Mo Xuanchen's heart broke in an instant, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

"It's you?! It's really you?!"

He cried with joy, and suddenly he hugged Ling Luoyu tightly and kissed her forehead.

"I knew it was you! I knew it!! At the first glance in the shade, I knew it was you..."

Fate is a very wonderful thing.

When he was walking through the palace wall, he saw the lonely figure sitting in the shade of the tree.

In the dark, he felt deja vu.

That is an unspeakable feeling.

Only at that moment, he recognized her existence.

She is the feeling he has been looking for for two thousand years!

That feeling of being inseparable into the soul can no longer be separated! !

I thought it was just a simple emotion, but I didn't expect such a complicated and obscure story behind it!

It doesn't matter, for this feeling, for this feeling, he is willing to do everything for her!

"Yu'er, do you know? When I was very young, my foster father told me about this... I was very impressed with this sentence! Later, I met you! The first time I met you At a glance, I decided that you are my person! The person I have been looking for in my entire life!!!"

He kissed her forehead, slid to the tearful eyelashes, kissed all the tears.

"Yu'er, I swear, in this life, I will never let you cry for me again!!"

Ling Luoyu responded with tears and finally let go of him reluctantly.

"By the way, there is something, I was too anxious when I met the other day, I didn't have time to tell you..."

She quickly wiped away her tears, and then recounted the things about the Triangular Jianjian Tomb and the ancient city of the Mo family, and then focused on the illusion under the black door.

Mo Xuanchen's expression has always been calm.

But when talking about Che'er, his breath trembled.

"Yu'er, you... have you seen my mother!?"

"Yes!" A smile faded from the corners of Ling Luoyu's lips, and he naughty snuggled up on his body: "Seriously, when your mother was young, she was really a beautiful woman! Mo Xuanchen, you say, if we are in the future Seeing it, will you feel like old friends reunite?!"

Mo Xuanchen's eyes slowly closed, his expression pained.

Ling Luoyu's smile slowly receded, stroking his forehead and brows.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Mo Xuanchen opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips fainted with a smile: "They...you are afraid that you will not see them. If you have the opportunity in the future, let's talk to my foster father about the feeling of reunion!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled, and he instantly understood what he meant.

"Xuan Chen...I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay!" Mo Xuanchen hurriedly cupped her cheek and kissed her lips: "I'm just a little sorry...I haven't seen my mother like this! The foster father...has a portrait of her and father, but... …But not so realistic after all!"

He smiled and changed the subject.

"You don't know, my foster father is also very talented in making swords. As for piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, he also has a bit of fur... When you see the portrait of my father and mother, you will know how much he painted. Split up..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes flickered, and playfully picked up his chin with his fingertips.

"It's not easy to know what your mother looks like?! Give me a smile, and I will draw you..."

"You...you can also paint?!"

"Joke, don't you ask what he did before..."

As a killer, if you don't have keen insight and the drawing skills to capture everything, you don't need to be confused.

She is accustomed to drawing a route map for the location of her action.

For her, no accurate photos are as credible as her own eyes.