Taking a look at An Luoluo, why didn't she realize that the scent was similar to her brother's? Or maybe she just realized it, so she treated Ling like this.
Watching the two people chatting, Situ Ran closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He didn't know what happened that year. However, no one seemed to have seen Jimo Xueling's body.
Could it be that Jimo Xueling is not dead?
But, is that possible?
If he were Jimo Xueling, would all the mysteries be solved?
If Jimo Xueling is not dead, then what happened in the mysterious palace is really what An Luoluo said, and Ling is hiding a mystery. And Linghu Gong predicts that the death of the Duanmu family patriarch, the treasure of his friend, and everything will happen
They don't all come from the same point.
"Young Master Situ, I want to take my baby away, do you have any objection?" Ling looked at An Luoluo tenderly and glanced at Situ Ran provocatively.
It was decided that he would occupy An Luoluo during this period of time.
"If I said I had an opinion, would you not take her away?" Situ Ran looked at Ling sarcastically.
"Of course not." Ling raised her eyebrows and sneered.
"Then don't talk nonsense." Situ Ran raised his eyebrows, as if he was already sure in his heart that the Ling in front of him was Jimo Xueling back then, but he still needed to admit it personally or the most favorable evidence. After all, An Luoluo is not that easy to fool.
.
He also didn't want anyone to hurt her through the affairs of Jimo Xueling and Brother An Luoluo. Of course, there was no need to expose everything in front of him now.
The two ended their conversation and found that An Luoluo was distracted again.
An Luoluo looked at Ling blankly. The man in front of her was gentle and considerate. The most important thing was that she gave her the feeling of her own brother. For example, he would come back when he was tired, like a baby.
Over the years, people have called her by various nicknames and codenames, but the only person who calls her baby is her brother who died for her twelve years ago.
"Ling, I think I should get to know you, and not just know you." An Luoluo looked at Ling seriously, staring at him carefully.
"Haha, really?" Ling smiled softly, seeming very happy and joyful.
"Forget it, let's not mention this, but what are you doing here with me?" An Luoluo blinked, burying all the emotions in his eyes deep in his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, and shook his head vigorously.
You know, she actually thought she knew Ling, because Ling was her brother, Mo Xueling.
However, that is simply impossible.
Situ Ran raised his eyebrows. An Luoluo's words seemed to confirm his inner guess invisibly. Situ Ran stared at Ling and couldn't help but wonder if he should have a good chat with him in private. However, he still
Can't wait to chat.
The patriarch of the Dongfang family also died, in the same way as the previous two patriarchs. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly, the people of the Guwu family all pointed their fingers at An Luoluo, and actually vowed to kill An Luoluo.
Come to pay homage to their clan leader.
The storm seems to have come a long time ago, but now it has just changed from the gentle drizzle to water droplets that can hurt the skin. The wind and rain are shaking, and the one in the center of the vortex is An Luoluo. But why is everything?
The weather was sunny and cloudless.
One thing after another, things happened one after another. Many things caught people off guard.
Although they guessed that the people behind the scenes were hiding in the dark and would kill other Guwu family patriarchs one after another, they never expected that after the death of the Dongfang patriarch, the Guwu family would actually unite to deal with An Luoluo.
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