The great dream has been nine thousand years, and now it is reborn for a lifetime, things have gone, and people have changed.

But in this sacred land of Yaochi, it is possible that he will meet an old friend. How can he not be so thrilled?

"Miss Murong, Mo is in."

Mo Lingxuan greeted him first, and after hearing the response, he lifted the pearl curtain and walked in.

Immediately, what caught my eye were three beautiful and unparalleled perfect figures.

The three mysterious women each have their own merits, either cold and noble, or shameless, or tender as water. Mo Lingxuan couldn't help but secretly praise him for a second.

In the mortal world, it is extremely rare to have such a beautiful woman.

His eyes fell on Murong Xian'er's delicate and white face again, staring at him for a long time.

Although he still couldn't see his true appearance through the veil, this time it was different from looking away from the distance under the attic, and Mo Lingxuan could see it more clearly.

The whole body of this "No. 1 Immortal in the World" is perfect in every part. Her beautiful body can almost make anyone who has seen it crazy, just like the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.

Those cool and beautiful eyes that seem to have a hint of resentment and sadness are even more pitying and it is difficult to look away.

However, Mo Lingxuan just looked at it with admiration. What he paid more attention to was whether Murong Xian'er was really the Ice Spirit Demon Attendant who had not yet fallen in his previous life - Yan Yuruo.

But first, Murong Xian'er must take off the veil.

"This...is Mr. Mo? Don't be stunned when Sister Murong~"

At this time, Fairy Valen Moon was chuckling, and her beautiful eyes were filled with smiles.

She and Fairy Luo were constantly looking at Mo Lingxuan, as if helping Murong Xian'er to screen and check, and Mo Lingxuan was a little embarrassed...

They secretly reached their heads, and they found that except for not being able to see through their martial arts cultivation, Mo Lingxuan was quite satisfied with them in other aspects, and they were also excellent in terms of temperament and appearance.

The most important thing is that people who can really make up for Nishang Qu. Looking at his brief collision with Yuwen Tuo before, his combat power is at least in the Martial Realm.

After being stared at Mo Lingxuan like this, Murong Xian'er's trench fungus quietly surged into a hint of crimson. The beauty was shy and very tempting.

And for some reason, her heart was beating, and the young man in front of her seemed to make her soul throbbed.

"Mo Lingxuan..."

She murmured in her heart that Mo Rongxian'er was surprisingly familiar and unfamiliar with this name, and even flashed through her mind more than once like a broken memory.

The origin of Wangxuan Tower is also the reason.

"I wonder if Miss Murong... can take off her veil and let me see her beauty?"

Mo Lingxuan smiled faintly at Fairy Ji Yue's teasing and didn't care. Immediately, he spoke directly to Murong Xian'er.

"Well... Mr. Mo's request seems a bit difficult."

Before Murong Xian'er could respond, Fairy Di Yue shook her head and smiled softly: "Sister Murong has never taken off her veil in front of any man."

"Okay, Li Yue, Xiao Luo, let me talk to Mr. Mo alone?"

However, the next moment, Murong Xian'er's gentle voice shocked Fairy Ji Yue and the others. They immediately looked at Murong Xian'er with incredible expressions.

"Sister Murong..."

Fairy Di Yue asked again inconclusively.

"It's okay, let's go down first."

Murong Xian'er still responded with a faint smile.

This made the two of them look at Mo Lingxuan with strange eyes. I wonder what magic this young man has, but he suddenly made Murong Xian'er, who has always been the coldest, look like this.

When only he and Mo Lingxuan were left in the attic, Murong Xian'er's jade hand slowly reached behind her ears and took off the veil.

In an instant, a flawless cheek that looked like a peerless goddess was exposed in front of Mo Lingxuan's eyes.

"boom…"

Immediately, Mo Lingxuan's heart trembled suddenly, and his eyes were staring at Murong Xian'er.

This face was so familiar to him, because it was exactly the same as Yan Yuruo, the Ice Spirit Demon Sergeant in Mo Lingxuan’s previous life!

"Yuruo?"

After a long time, Mo Lingxuan tried to shout.

"Mr. Mo...is he calling me?"

But seeing that Murong Xian'er had no impression of this name!

"Have you heard the name Yan Yuruo?"

Mo Lingxuan nodded slightly and asked again, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Yan Yuruo?"

Murong Xian'er's eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was recalling something, but for a long time there was no result: "I haven't heard of it, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you are very similar to an old friend of mine."

Mo Lingxuan shook his head slightly, feeling a little disappointed, but then he seemed to think of something: "Occursed."

After saying that, Mo Lingxuan unexpectedly put his palm on Murong Xian'er's shoulder, closed his eyes slightly, and the state of the gods and demons' minds opened instantly, exploring all the illusions in the world until the essence of things.

In the eyes of the gods and demons, Mo Lingxuan saw the depths of Murong Xian'er's soul.

That long-lost sense of familiarity made Mo Lingxuan understand the truth in a moment.

This soul is indeed his Yan Yuruo, but his memory and body are completely different.

This means that Murong Xian'er should be the reincarnation body of Yan Yuruo who has not yet recovered her memory.

After knowing this result, Mo Lingxuan felt relieved. He was afraid that Murong Xian'er was not what he thought.

At the same time, a cold hatred filled his heart again.

Since Yan Yuruo was forced to activate the reincarnation technique that would last forever, it is hard to imagine how many god kings the three tribes of the Immortal and Demons in Hongmeng World sent together to hunt down their demon servants?

"Mr. Mo..."

It was Murong Xian'er's voice that made Mo Lingxuan retreat from the mind state of the gods and demons.

“It’s so offensive, sorry.”

Mo Lingxuan quickly took back his palm and said apologetically.

After all, Murong Xian'er is not Yan Yuruo before he restores his memories of his previous life, so he naturally cannot be as casual as before.

"It's okay, Mr. Mo just calls me Xian'er."

Murong Xian'er shook her head gently, and even she herself had an unintentional sense of intimacy with the young man in front of her.

If someone else dared to be disrespectful to her like this, she would probably have taken action directly.

As one of the eight king-loving figures, Murong Xian'er never fights with others, but it does not mean that her strength is weak.

"Okay, the perfect goddess Nishang song is still close to the end of the last piece of the song. Xian'er, let's continue?"

Mo Lingxuan nodded slightly and sat down directly in front of a jade zither.

Since Yan Yuruo is not the complete one now, she will protect her side until the real Yan Yuruo comes back.

As long as he Mo Lingxuan reaches the holy realm again, he has his own way.
Chapter completed!