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Yue Ming kneeled on the ground, thinking about something. Her face alternated between white and red, looking very gorgeous. After a long while, she seemed to have suddenly made up her mind. She looked towards the three elders and said, "Elders, please be kind and tell everything that happened between Yaoji and the Young Master to Yueming. Yueming is willing to replace Yaoji and live with the Young Master forever."

These words were like a clap of thunder, causing the three Elders to be dumbstruck. Jiang Zhao coughed and asked, "Yue Ming, do you know what this means?"

Yue Ming nodded, and said, "Yue Ming knows, which means that there will be no more Yue Ming in this world. In the future, even if Young Master treats Yue Ming well, if you say more nice things to Yue Ming, it will be to Yao Ji, and the good things you say to Yao Ji will no longer be related to Yue Ming at all."

Zhu Wenchang looked at her. He didn't know why, but he had also thought of that silly girl from his own family. He didn't know what was so good about that Demon Sovereign that one or two girls would work so hard to ignore him.

He sighed as well, "Your skin is raw, and even your name is attached to your parents. Is it really worth it for you to give it up just like that?"

Yue Ming nodded, no longer hesitating like before. She said, "Yue Ming is sure. I will not regret it in the future."

Sun Yun sighed and placed his palm on Yue Ming's forehead. A pale white halo flowed from his palm into her mind. Just like Leng Fanyun, it had placed another memory that had been tampered with into his mind.

After a while, the light slowly faded. Yue Ming stood up, kowtowing to the three people and said, "Three Elders, the moon is bright and deep, the south, and the north and south. We will have to wait for our next life to repay our debt."

Seeing that she was so stubborn, Zhu Wen Chang felt a bit of heartache and said, "Little girl, you must be careful in the past. No matter what happens, you must treat yourself well. Ah? If … "If that's still not possible, then come back. I'll help you change back to your original Yue Ming."

The woman bowed again, her eyes as cold as ice: "Thank you elder, Yaoji understands."

She walked slowly back to the back garden, feeling, for the first time, as if all the future lay before her, husband and wife in harmony, the music and the music.

She walked into the courtyard, where he was still basking in the sun. She walked over softly, feeling that she loved him more today than she had all the other days.

She draped the clothes over his body and reminded him in a charming voice, "The sun looks big, but the weather is still cold. Why don't you wear a little more?"

Leng Fanyun looked at her, and although his expression was indifferent, in the end he still had a smile on his face as he said, "Thank you, I understand." But the smile did not reach the depths of his eyes. Yue Ming silently sighed, pretending that she didn't see anything.

She still took care of him as before. Although he would be polite and distant from her, in the end, he felt a little closer to her than before. When she slept, she slept outside his room. She was satisfied that she might be able to hear the sound of his breathing as he slept.

In the middle of the night, just as Yue Ming was sleeping soundly, she suddenly heard an exclamation from inside, "Yao Ji …" Don't... Please... "Don't leave me …" Yue Ming ran in and saw him frowning. His face was pale and his mouth was still talking about Yao Ji. His hands clawed wildly, like rootless leaves.

Yue Ming handed over his hand. He tightly held onto it like a lifesaver. Suddenly, he quieted down, and fell into a deep sleep like a child. Only his brows were slightly furrowed.

The hand that Yue Ming was holding was very painful, but she could not take it out. She was afraid that he would have nightmares again. With her free hand, she slowly smoothed his brow. Watching him stretch his brow, she also felt a sweet feeling in her heart. Yue Ming smiled and fell asleep beside his bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she discovered that she was sleeping on a soft bed. Seeing the beautiful flower birds on the drapes, she knew that this was the young master's bed and hurriedly got up.

Leng Fanyun was reading a book by the side of the table. Seeing her flustered as she got up, he revealed a slight smile and an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, I held you last night, I'm sure you didn't sleep well, right? You can sleep more. "

Yue Ming stood up, only to discover that there was a layer of bandages wrapped around the place he had pulled her over. It was sticky inside, and she didn't know what kind of medicine he had applied.

He looked at Yue Ming thoughtfully and said, "You …" "What's your name?"

Yue Ming looked at him, trying her best to reveal her most beautiful smile. "My name is Yao Ji."

Leng Fanyun was stunned, as if he was trying to think of something. Yue Ming asked, "Young Master, did you remember something?"

Leng Fanyun looked at her with a slightly confused expression in his eyes, "We know each other, right? Yao Ji, do you recognize me? Can you tell me what happened between us? "

He really wanted to know who he was and what had happened to him. He didn't want to be like a fool who ate and slept here every day, even being wrapped up in nightmares he didn't know about.

Yue Ming squatted down, the corner of her skirt blooming into a beautiful flower. Her tone was slow, as if she wanted to hypnotize Leng Fanyun, and said, "Young master, don't worry. Yaoji has been waiting for you for all these years.

Leng Fanyun slowly calmed down, and Yue Ming continued, "The Young Noble had been asleep for many years, and had just been woken up. This is the Feathered Race, the noblest and most ethereal race of the Three Realms, and you are my esteemed Lord Demon Lord. "

Leng Fanyun's voice was stiff as he asked, "Sleep? Feathered Race? Demon Sovereign? " He kept repeating it, as if trying to figure out what was going on.

Yue Ming pulled his hand and continued, "Don't worry Young Master, we will talk about this every day. You will know about it afterwards. It's just that Yaoji has been waiting for you for so many years, does Young Master know what kind of life Yaoji is leading? "

She raised her head and began to weep. The sparkling light in her eyes condensed together, yet she still refused to let it fall. She looked like a dewy flower that could make people feel pity for her. Leng Fanyun couldn't help but pull her hand, and said, "I …" "I don't know, Yaoji. It's all because I've let you down. It won't happen again." Yao Ji... Yao Ji... He felt that this name was very familiar, so this woman in front of him was definitely not a bad person.

He said, "Never again. Never again." Actually, he didn't know what it meant to say that. However, the woman seemed to have heard something that moved her. She suddenly threw herself into his embrace and began to cry. Her voice was very mournful, making people unable to restrain themselves to comfort her.

He awkwardly reached out his hand and patted the woman's thin shoulder. He didn't know how to persuade her at all, so he could only keep talking, "Alright …" Okay... No more crying. "

After a long time, the woman finally raised her head. Her eyes were like dark red peach blossoms, swollen and swollen. She spoke with a hint of sincerity: "Young Master, promise me, will you never leave Yaoji again?"

Leng Fanyun only felt that he could not reject her. "Okay, I promise you, I will never leave Yaoji."

When the girl heard the two words "Yao Ji", her body swayed a little before she finally smiled and said, "Alright, Young Master promised me. How wonderful."

Leng Fanyun no longer felt that he was the only person in this world, no matter what he did, a gentle figure followed behind him.

Yue Ming felt extremely happy. After Leng Fanyun found out that she was an old friend of his, he treated her a lot more gently than usual.

Every day, Yue Ming would help him pack his stuff and boil some tea, just like how she used to serve him. But now, Leng Fanyun would gently look at her and say, "Yaoji, you're so nice."

On that day, Yue Ming held the embroidered taut piece and helped Leng Fanyun make the clothes for tomorrow. His eyes felt sore and he unconsciously lifted his head, only to discover that Leng Fanyun was looking at him with a complicated expression. He originally carried a baleful aura, but now that he had done this, there was an indescribable might and pressure. Yue Ming felt that she was panicking, but she still asked herself, "Demon Lord, what's wrong?"

Leng Fanyun returned to his previous expression, his expression unchanging. He shook his head and asked the woman in front of him, "Yaoji, in my previous life … Do you like the Demon Sovereign from your previous life? "

He asked bluntly. Yue Ming had already known that this day would come. These words had been tossed and turned in her stomach for many days. Wasn't this the situation she was waiting for?

Yue Ming smiled. It was a smile filled with three points of grief and five points of sadness. The rest of her smile was like a piece of paper, swaying weakly in the wind. She no longer cried and only smiled. The expression of restraint on her face made people feel even more pity than when she cried. She asked Leng Fanyun, "Why would the Demon Lord ask about these things today? It's just an old matter."

Leng Fanyun leaned over and pinched her chin, his voice was cold as he said, "Since it's an old story, why can't you tell me?"

Yue Ming avoided his gaze that seemed to see through everything, but he immediately looked at her. "What? Not daring to say? Then let me guess, do you like me? We must have had something to do with it, didn't we? "

Yue Ming's face was pale. "Young master, have you recovered your memories?"

Leng Fanyun continued: "Is it really as I thought? "Why are you afraid of me knowing? Why aren't you letting me know?"

Yue Ming looked at Leng Fanyun like he was a sacred being that could not be violated, and the tears that she had endured for a long time finally began to fall, "Demon Sovereign, do you still know? Yao Ji... Yaoji is just afraid that you will be hurt. You have lost your memory in the first place, so if you feel guilty towards me for the sake of our relationship, it will be even more painful than killing Yaoji. If the Demon Lord is sad, it would be better if he didn't tell him at the start. I will just be your ordinary servant girl. "

Leng Fanyun sighed, clumsily used his hand to wipe the tears off her face, the heat had burned his palm. Yao Ji cried as she lay in Leng Fanyun's embrace, "Demon Sovereign, Demon Sovereign, you've finally woken up. Yaoji, you've waited for so long."