Xue Mo looked at her innocently and said in confusion, "Xiang'er, I've only been married to you. I didn't lie to you."
Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, stretched out her hand and pushed him, "You lied to me, I even remembered it. You were sitting by the bed with a very beautiful woman, and you still used that gentle and gentle way.
Looking at her, she is wearing this red robe!"
She waited for him fiercely, her eyes wide open with clusters of anger flashing in them.
Xue Mo was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly an ecstatic expression appeared on his face. His red eyes were filled with surprise and incredible. His body seemed to be trembling slightly, and his expression was very excited.
Xiaoxiao swallowed her saliva and was frightened by the emotion he suddenly showed.
What happened to this handsome man? Why did he suddenly show such an expression?
Did she say anything exciting? No... Since she didn't... why was he so excited?
Could it be that he became angry because she exposed his ugly face?
Xue Mo stretched out his hand, pulled Xiaoxiao into his arms, and hugged her tightly, "Xiang'er, did you remember? You actually remembered? You little fool, you little fool, you are jealous of yourself, that stunning beauty
The woman is you..."
He let go of her slightly and raised her chin with one hand, making her look up at him and meet his eyes.
"Xiang'er, that's your memory from nine lives ago. That stunning woman is you."
Xiaoxiao blinked and said in disbelief, "Nine lives ago, if one life lasted a hundred years, wouldn't ninety have to be more than nine hundred years ago? Will I think of things that happened more than nine hundred years ago?"
This is too far-fetched to talk about. Even if she really remembered what happened more than nine hundred years ago, what about Xue Mo?
It has been more than nine hundred years, and he is still alive? Still the same as he was more than nine hundred years ago, as young and as beautiful?
Even if he is a cultivator, it is impossible for him to live for more than nine hundred years?
There are only two kinds of people who can live for more than nine hundred years, one is gods and the other is monsters.