Chapter 1160

Wuji palace, Xingluo hall.

The high priest is closing his eyes and crossing his legs, trying to strike the seal in his head with his mysterious force.

He wrung his brow in pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead hung down.

Seeing him so painful, Murong Xun was heartbroken.

"Forget it. Don't do it." He lifted his sleeve and wiped his sweat painfully.

"I'll try again." The high priest opened his eyes, gave him a weak look, and closed them again.

Wave after wave of powerful mysterious force, and that thick armor like seal, in his brain sharp collision.

"Boom" once, his head seems to burst general, the pain makes him roar out loud.

"Ah..."

His face was pale, his head was in his arms, and he was rolling.

Murong Xunzi was frightened and quickly took him to his arms. He said with heartache, "we don't want to try, we don't want to try."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the south wind Qi rushed in.

"What's the matter with you?" Nanfeng Qi pushed Murong Xun away, snatched the high priest into his arms and looked at him nervously.

The high priest tried to push away the nanfengqi, but he was weak and had no strength.

"Let go of him!"

Murong Xunzi came forward and wanted to bring him back, but nanfengqi didn't let him near at all.

"What did you do to him? If he has something to do, I will not let you go. "

Nanfengqi glared at him with a warning, and then ran out with the high priest in his arms.

"Yun Shaoning!"

Murong Xunzi was in a hurry to catch up with Nanfeng Qi.

"Somebody, take it for me." Nanfeng Qi looked at Murong Xun in disgust and yelled.

At the command of nanfengqi, a group of disciples rushed out immediately.

"Stop it!"

The high priest drank weakly and pushed away the Nanfeng Qi.

He fell from the south wind Qi arms, Murong xunlian rushed to catch him.

"Take me back." He tugged at Murong Xun's skirt and said weakly.

Seeing his face in pain, Murong Xun did not dare to have any neglect, so he quickly took him back to the room.

Nanfengqi looks at the two people's backs, holding his fists, hoping to crush a pair of iron fists.

"How are you?" Murong Xun looked at him anxiously, trying to find someone to cure him, but he didn't know who to look for.

He leaned against his arms and shook his head weakly. "I'm fine. Just have a rest."

Murong Xunzi hugged him tightly and blushed heartily: "don't try again in the future. I'd like you to have no memory all your life."

He touched his face and weakly lifted the corners of his lips. "But I don't want you in my memory."

Murong Xun's nose was sour, and the tears hanging in his eyes instantly slipped down. He gently kissed his cold forehead, "what do you want to know, I'll tell you all about it."

He lifted his eyes to kiss his tears and said with a smile, "I want to know how we love each other. Tell me."

Murong Xun nodded and did not speak directly, but was silent for a long time, as if in memory of the past.

"You are the legitimate son of the town government, and I am the prince. We used to like the same woman..."

Murong Xunzi talked a lot, from the beginning to the end. He was always silent. This time, he seemed to have said all his life's things, as well as his half life things.

The high priest listened carefully. After listening to him, he said curiously, "do you mean we used to like that white beaver?"

"Yes."

Murong Xun nodded lightly. He didn't want to talk too much about Bai Li.

He opened his eyes in disbelief. "Your fiancee has married someone else. It's strange that you can still be good friends with her now."

Murong Xun raised his eyebrows. "It's nothing strange. We all find the people we love each other. We have our own happiness. Why can't we be friends?"

He and she eventually missed, but he did not regret, he did not regret once like her, also do not regret falling in love with him, if there is a next life, he will still be with him.

"But you like me just because of a bowl of noodles He glared, accusing.

Murong Xun chuckled, "why, do you dislike it?"

He quipped his mouth, slightly sour way: "like her so many reasons, like me just a bowl of noodles?"

Murong Xun affectionately kisses his lip, "I like her, but I love you."

He did not know when he began to fall in love with him, perhaps from that bowl of noodles, or from his sacrifice for justice to drink with him, or from earlier times when he pulled him to act.

In short, he is in love with him, although too many people feel incredible, but emotional things are often not incredible?

A word of "love" makes his heart feel like honey, sweet to the heart."By the way, you are the prince. Are you emperor?" He raised his eyes curiously.

Murong Xun hook lips, "I am no longer the emperor."

"Why?" He frowned incomprehensibly.

"I passed the throne to chun'er." Murong Xunzi said the wind is light and the clouds are light.

He frowned. "But didn't you say he was only four years old?"

"Can't you be emperor at the age of four?" Murong Xun asked with a smile.

He blinked and could not refute.

"Well, what a pity to be your brother!" He sighed sympathetically.

Murong Xun chuckled and kissed him, "I'm not for you."

From the moment he came out, he didn't want to go back.

He wants to be with him all his life and never separate.

Thank you He was moved to look at him, moved that he did not give up looking for him, moved him to wait for him, moved him to give up everything for him.

"I should thank you for being alive." Murong Xun hugged him tightly, as if to embed him in his soul.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose him. Maybe he couldn't live, even if he lived like a walking corpse.

Feeling his love, his eyes turned red.

This life has such a person to love oneself, how is all worth.

"Who was the body that you found?" He looked at him strangely.

Murong Xun narrowed his eyes and said, "it should be a man in white who was bound by Shangguan quanya at the edge of the cliff."

This is what he later heard Xueqing inkstone talk about the missing man, just think of it.

The man in white was Shangguan quanya who came to pretend to be him, so he looked like him from the body.

"Is it him?" He nodded stupidly, and then said, "who brought me to the land of killing gods?"

Murong Xun frowned, which was also the question he had been thinking about. Who changed his clothes and things to the man in white, and why did the man take him away and make them think he was dead.

"When did your memory begin? How did you become the high priest here? "

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