Chapter 1161

The high priest raised his eyebrows and said, "I have been a high priest since I remember, and I have been a high priest in my memory. It seems that I have been a high priest for a long time..."

He said and pause for a moment, "but I can't remember the past things clearly. Can you identify the wrong person? I'm really the old monster in their mouth."

When he said this, his heart suddenly tightened.

He was a little afraid of this assumption, not that he was afraid that he was an old monster, but that the person he was looking for was not him.

Knowing what he was afraid of, Murong Xun hugged him tightly and took a deep breath. "Don't think about it. You are Yun Shaoning. I won't admit it."

How can he recognize him wrong? He can be sure that he is Yun Shaoning just by looking at his back.

"But I don't have a plum blossom red mole on my shoulder." The high priest pulled down his clothes and revealed his left shoulder.

He remembered that he said yunshaoning had red moles on his shoulder, but he didn't.

Murong Xun touched his smooth white shoulder and said with a wry smile, "you can grow so much in your cultivation. What else can't they do?"

His plum blossom red mole may have been done by them to the man in white. After all, that red mole is too real to be false.

The high priest was stupefied. I didn't expect that he was so firm that he was the one he was looking for.

"You have to believe me, I will not mistake people, you are cloud Shaoning." Looking at his surprised eyes, Murong Xun firmly said.

The high priest raised his eyebrows. Naturally, he also hoped that he was Yun Shaoning. Otherwise, if he found the real Yun Shaoning in the future, he would be sad, and he would be sad if he knew the wrong person.

"I used to be bad at it?" Thinking of what he had just said, he asked again.

Murong Xun laughed, "yes, your cultivation is not high, but your cultivation is much higher than mine."

Speaking of this, Murong Xunzi is somewhat injured.

In the past, he always protected him, but now it turns out that he has to continue to practice hard, otherwise it would be too unreasonable.

The high priest was a little surprised. Maybe he was used to being superior to others. He really couldn't imagine what he would look like when he was a monk.

"I didn't like practicing martial arts before. What do I like?"

He is still very curious about his past things, especially when he is talking about so many things about them. According to his opinion, he should have been a happy person before. If he can be back to his former identity, it will be good, at least he is happy.

"You like the formation."

Murong Xun said that he took out the soaked array book from his arms.

The high priest took the array book and read it. Although the book has been soaked in water, it can still be read clearly.

"I keep this book all the time. I chose to send it to you when I went to the Sutra Pavilion. You always carry it with me."

The high priest looked at them and felt that these arrays were familiar.

"I can play all the above arrays now!" Murong Xun, as if to ask for praise, suddenly said.

The high priest said in surprise, "do you like the formation, too?"

Murong Xun chuckled and looked at him seriously, "I like you."

He loves his house and loves his dog. He doesn't like the array and doesn't know it. But since he left, he has been studying the array every day. He studies what he likes, does what he likes and loves his family.

The high priest's eyes turned red and he gave him a rewarding kiss.

"I love you!" Murong Xun Murong whispered affectionately, deepening the kiss.

He is not a good at expressing ideas, but after so much experience, he wants to express.

Because in the thousands of days and nights when he was away, what he said and did was not enough for him to recall.

So he will say a lot to him and do a lot of things. He doesn't want to be remembered by himself.

The warmth of the two makes the cool night warm.

For several days in a row, the two people were glued together, planting flowers together, and laying out arrays together.

"Does this flower really need no watering?" Murong Xun, holding a basin of newly planted missing moon, looked at the high priest.

The high priest wiped his sweat with a smile, "don't water it. This flower is drought resistant."

It's a desert. It's impossible to grow flowers that need watering. That's why he cultivated these drought resistant flowers without watering.

Seeing that he wiped the mud on his face, Murong Xun couldn't help laughing.

"Do you often turn into a big face like this?"

Murong Xun said with a smile and gently wiped his face with a handkerchief.

The high priest grinned and wiped his face with his dirty hands with mud. "You're not a pretty face."

Murong Xun glared at him and gave him the handkerchief, "wipe it for me."

He also did not refuse, took the veil and gave him a random wipe, which made his face even dirtier.

"Ha ha ha, it's really a pretty face." Looking at his colorful face, he was immediately happy."You still laugh!"

Murong Xunzi held him in his arms and punished him for kissing his peach blossom lips.

He hugged his neck with a smile and responded warmly.

In his training these days, he is much more proficient than before.

After a deep kiss, his body was as soft as spring water.

Murong Xun hugged him tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "shall we take these flower seeds back and plant them in our bamboo house later?"

He chuckled. "Of course, if we live there, I'll plant the valley with flowers."

"That must be beautiful." Murong Xun imagined the valley in the future, and his eyes were full of longing.

The high priest also thought of the beautiful valley he described and looked up and said, "I suddenly want to go there and have a look."

He wanted to see their secret cottage and see the place where they would settle in the future, because he said it was so beautiful.

Murong Xun gently kisses his forehead and says with a smile, "there will be a chance in the future."

They're going to live there for the rest of their lives.

Nanfengqi stood outside the flower house, looking at the intimate interaction between them, his fists were almost crushed.

It was a long time before he turned around resentfully.

"How are you doing?" Nanfeng Qi looked at the palace people kneeling in front of him.

According to the official's report, "the disciple found that the huanu was the emperor of Zixiao kingdom in Yunjing. He had a lover and our high priest before..."

The palace people looked at the back of Nanfeng Qi and stopped talking.

"Say it

The south wind Qi swished back and snapped.

is as like as two peas. This is the portrait of that man. The palace people bravely presented the portrait.

Nanfengqi grabs the portrait and opens it. When he sees the person on the portrait, his face turns white.

Unprecedented fear and panic swept his heart, he was staring at the portrait of the people, suddenly frantically tore the portrait to pieces.

Seeing this, the palace man was so scared that he didn't dare to let out the atmosphere.

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