"Hey... Ruoyu, we came because a strange soul appeared on the Huangquan Road!" After Hong finished speaking, he flicked his gilt-gold long sleeves, and a shadow appeared in front of Fan Ruoyu and Ya.

Fan Ruoyu glanced at Ya and raised his eyebrows. Ya stood up, carefully placed Fan Ruoyu on the ground, smoothed her clothes, then turned to look at the shadow, frowned for a moment, and then let go.

Fan Ruoyu opened his mouth slightly, a little surprised. But he kept staring at him and did not move away for a moment.

And the phantom was looking at Fan Ruoyu and Ya in the same cold and indifferent way. To be precise, he was just looking straight at Fan Ruoyu, as if he only had Fan Ruoyu in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ya frowned, looked at Hong and Giljin, and asked, "What did you mean by what you just said?" [

Just as Liu Jin was about to answer, Fan Ruoyu's voice sounded, "You guys go aside first, I'll have a chat with him alone!" After saying that, he took La Ya's hand and said, "Where are you going to wait for me!" Then he turned to Hong Wei and smiled.

nod.

Hong took a deep look at Fan Ruoyu, nodded lightly, glanced at Gilding coldly, and took the lead to leave. As she walked, the blossoming flowers of the other side disappeared.

The gilded man walked away, and he followed him, while Huangquan also disappeared in an instant.

Under the night, Ya looked at Fan Ruoyu with some worry, and finally turned and left. But when he turned around, he took a deep look at the phantom Hai Yunhao.

At that time, he was obviously hit by Hai Yan's attack. It is said that both the soul and the body were destroyed. How come the soul still exists?

In fact, all of Ya's attention at that time was on the fight with the black light blade, so he didn't know that Fan Ruoyu had moved his Yanling to prevent Hai Yunhao from dying. So although the flesh was completely destroyed, because of Fan Ruoyu's Yanling, his soul was still alive.

It has not disappeared...

Fan Ruoyu watched the backs of the three people, and finally settled on that white back, with a touch of softness flashing in his dark eyes. Then he turned back to look at Hai Yunhao.

She pursed her pink lips and said calmly: "What do you want to say? You can say it now!"

Hai Yunhao looked down at himself, shook his head slightly, with a touch of endearment in his eyes, "Jianchi, how have you been in these ten thousand years?"

Huh? Fan Ruoyu frowned, and there was a trace of doubt in his dark eyes, "Who are you?" Hai Yunhao should not be an acquaintance, so how could he know his name from ten thousand years ago?

A smile appeared on Hai Yunhao's lips, he sighed, shook his head and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I knew this was the result!" After a pause, he said again: "Oh, that's all."

After walking on the road to hell once and smelling the fragrance of flowers on the other side, he remembered all the memories. Including all the past. But he knew that he was so close that he might not even remember him.

Now that he has confirmed it, he still feels a little sour in his heart. But these are not important anymore. After such an experience, he has let it go. Now he just hopes that she will be happy.

Seeing her frowning, Hai Yunhao raised his hand and caressed her forehead. He looked at the palm of his hand with some surprise, and a hint of helplessness appeared at the corner of his lips, "Don't think about it, you can't remember it!

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Fan Ruoyu bit his lip and asked tentatively: "Are you the former Lan family member!?"

Hai Yunhao laughed, "Yes and no!"

Fan Ruoyu felt a heavy blackness on his forehead, and several black lines appeared on his forehead. What kind of answer was this?
Chapter completed!