"I think it should be possible! When the master asked us to come here to wait for her, she must have saved a way to restore her memory. Now the Snowflake Divine Sword is the best proof." Xuanwu touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Xuanwu is right, maybe the Snowflake Divine Sword is the thing that can restore the master's memory, because she encountered it first. If the master hadn't been looking for the Holy Spirit Bead, we probably wouldn't have let us meet her this time." Qinglong said with both hands.

He said calmly with his back behind him, his eyes following the dazzling figure in mid-air.

Bai Hu pursed his lips and muttered with some contradiction, "I really hope that the master will think of us quickly, but I don't want her to think of those painful memories."

There was also a hint of worry on Zhuque's face. She didn't want Mu Qingkuang to remember those memories that made her sad.

In mid-air, Mu Qingkuang's speed was getting faster and faster. At this time, she frowned tightly. As she danced the Snowflake Divine Sword in her hand, she felt more and more smoothly, as if she had always used the sword this way.

Yes, she didn't need to understand the subsequent sword moves on her own, she just swung them out skillfully.

As the Snowflake Divine Sword danced in his hand, the air around him continued to surge, and gradually, many pictures appeared in Mu Qingkuang's mind.

First, a woman in a white dress was dancing in the peach garden with a sword. Those moves were exactly the same as the ones she was dancing now. When the woman turned around, Mu Qingkuang saw that they looked almost exactly the same, except that the woman's face was

A very soft expression, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mu Qingkuang's heart trembled violently, and a flash of pain surged into his heart. Was that woman the same as hers?

Suddenly there was applause, and a man wearing a white robe appeared in the peach garden. From behind, the man looked elegant and noble. As he turned around, Mu Qingkuang's pupils suddenly shrank, and it turned out to be Zhong Limu.

Mu Qingkuang was puzzled. Did she and Zhong Limu know each other in that life?

The sword-dancing woman smiled sweetly when she saw Zhonglimu coming, and danced even more superbly with the sword in her hand. Zhonglimu walked to the pavilion in the peach garden and sat down, stroking the xylophone on the table.

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A handsome man plays the piano, a beautiful girl dances with a sword, and the peach blossoms bloom brilliantly. It is a very beautiful scene.

Seeing such a scene, Mu Qingkuang was surprised. Did she and Zhonglimu have a relationship in that life? She could see that the woman liked Zhonglimu very much, and Zhonglimu also liked her very much.

The scene quickly changed, and a bloody scene appeared in Mu Qingkuang's sight. He saw the woman in the white dress holding the Snowflake Divine Sword in her hand and killing everyone in the palace. Anyone who stopped her would become a murderer.

The dead soul under her sword.

Her long white dress was stained with scarlet blood, and her innocent face showed an expression of despair and anger.

Mu Qingkuang saw the word "destruction" in her eyes.

Soon, groups of people came to stop her, but none of them seemed to be her match. There were flashes of swords and corpses everywhere. She didn't stop holding the sword until Zhong Limu appeared.

Their eyes met, and her eyes were filled with sorrow and grief, but no hatred. She walked forward slowly with her sword in hand, a beautiful smile on her lips, and then she reached out and pressed hard on her chest, squeezing her fresh heart.

Take it out and hand it to Zhong Limu.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qingkuang couldn't help but shed tears. Although the picture was very fragmentary, she almost understood what happened.

How could she do such stupid things in that life? How could she be so stupid?
Chapter completed!