Mo Xuanchen's heart broke in an instant, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

"It's you?! It's really you?!"

He cried with joy, and suddenly hugged Ling Luoyu even harder and kissed her hair and forehead.

"I knew it was you! I knew it was you!! I knew it was you when I saw it under the shade of the tree..."

Fate is a very wonderful thing.

When he was walking through the palace wall, he saw the figure sitting lonely under the shade of the tree.

In the dark, he felt familiar.

That's an indescribable feeling.

It was only at that moment that he recognized her existence.

She is the feeling he has been looking for for two thousand years!

That feeling of being inseparable from the soul!!

I thought it was just a simple emotion, but I didn’t expect that there would be such a complex and obscure story later!

It doesn't matter, for this feeling and for this relationship, he is willing to do everything for her!

"Yu'er, do you know? When I was very young, my adoptive father told me about this... I was impressed by this sentence! Later, I met you! At the first sight of you, I decided that you are my person! The person I have been looking for in my life!!"

He kissed her forehead, slid to her tears, and kissed her all her tears.

"Yu'er, I swear that in this life, I will never let you cry for me again!"

Ling Luoyu responded with tears in his eyes, and finally let go of him reluctantly.

"By the way, there is something. I was too anxious when I met a few days ago. I didn't have time to tell you..."

She quickly wiped away her tears, told the story of the Triangle Jian Tomb and the Mo Family Ancient City, and then focused on describing the illusion under the Heimen.

Mo Xuanchen's expression was always calm.

But only when talking about Che'er's incident, his breath trembled.

"Yu'er, you...have you met my mother!?"

"Yes!" A smile faded from the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips, and he snuggled up to his body mischievously: "To be honest, your mother was such a beautiful woman when she was young! Mo Xuanchen, you said, if we meet her in the future, will she feel like she is reunited with her old friends?!"

Mo Xuanchen's eyes slowly closed, looking painful.

Ling Luoyu's smile slowly calmed down and he gently stroked the tip of his forehead and eyebrows.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mo Xuanchen opened his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You... I'm afraid you won't see them. If you have the chance in the future, let's talk to my adoptive father about this feeling of reunion!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled, and he instantly understood what he meant.

"Xuanchen...I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay!" Mo Xuanchen hurriedly held her cheek and kissed her lips lightly: "I just feel a little regretful... I have never seen my mother like me! The adoptive father... has a portrait of her and her father, but... but it's not that realistic after all!"

He smiled and changed the subject.

"You don't know that my adoptive father is a talented person in sword making. As for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he only has some fur... When you see the portrait of my parents, you will know how similar he paints..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed, and he playedfully lifted his chin with his fingertips.

"I want to know what your mother looks like is not simple?! I will give you a smile, I will draw you..."

"You...you can draw too?!"

"Just, you don't ask me what I did before..."

As a killer, if you don’t have keen insight and painting skills to capture everything, you don’t have to mess around.

She is used to drawing her own roadmap for her action location.

For her, no matter how accurate the photos are, they are not as credible as her own eyes.
Chapter completed!