Long Zhutian shook his head, "I just want to know what the tomb marked on this map is."
Yang Zimei told his master what he saw that day.
Long Zhutian's dark pupils brightened slightly, "Could it be that this is the ancestral grave of our family?"
"It's completely possible, otherwise, there wouldn't be these patterns." Yang Zimei picked up the peach wood tablet with his fingers, "Do you remember where you saw these patterns before? Why did you conclude that it was related to you in the first place?
?”
"Appeared in dreams." Long Zhutian looked at her and said, "These patterns have been appearing in my dreams, and they seem real and illusory. Therefore, I am not sure what is going on."
"I see."
Yang Zimei was still struggling every day. He hid himself so deeply and refused to reveal any information about himself. It turned out that it was information that he himself did not know about himself.
"Do you know who your father is?"
Yang Zimei couldn't help but ask.
Long Zhutian's brows frowned slightly.
Seeing his frown, Yang Zimei's heart felt like it was stabbed and hurt.
She looked at him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask this."
Long Zhutian pursed his lips and reached out to touch her hair, "It doesn't matter, because I really don't know who my father is. Even my mother's memory has been blurred now."
"Have all your amnesia come back?" Yang Zzi asked with a heartbroken look.
Long Zhutian nodded, "That's basic. However, during the days when I lost my memory, there were only you and me in my world."
"Um."
For Yang Zimei, isn't that her happiest memory?
"But it doesn't matter, we will still be happy in the future!"
She reached out to hold his hand, raised her eyes, looked at him firmly, and said.
"Um."
Long Zhutian stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
The two were silent for a while.
There was a knock on the door. Yang Zimei hurriedly got out of his arms and opened the door with dissatisfaction, only to find that the person knocking on the door was actually Xue Hu.
Xue Hu pouted her little mouth slightly and blinked her pitiful little eyes as she looked at Yang Zimei, just like a stray dog on the street, which made people pity her.
Yang Zimei originally wanted to scold it, but when he saw it like this, he couldn't bear it. He bent over and touched its head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Little girl, you are a bad person! You actually let me drink the northwest wind alone outside last night!"
Snow Lake cried with great resentment.
"Come on, before you met me, weren't you drinking the northwest wind alone?" Yang Zimei rolled his eyes and said.
"That's different!"
"What's different? At most, it's back to the past."
"Go back to the past? Will the feeling of being a person be the same before and after you meet someone? Then if I kill your man and let you go back to the person you were before, you will still feel the same.
?"
Xuehu shouted.
Although what he said is a bit hard to pronounce, it makes sense.
Yes, it is completely different to lose someone after you have them.
She would never be able to bear the loss of Long Zhutian in the future.
"You are not allowed to do anything bad to him!"
Yang Zimei warned Xuehu Road.
She knew that the demon Xuehu was so powerful that it would be easy for someone to die alone.
"Don't worry, although I don't like him, he is yours, and I will naturally not harm him, and will even protect him." Xue Hu rolled his eyes and said, "I am a thousand-year-old monster, and I am not stingy, selfish or jealous.
people!"
"Yes, you are a noble demon, a pure demon, a great demon!" Yang Zimi frowned.
"Of course!"
Xue Hu raised his head a little proudly, "How can I ask for a demon like this?"
Yang Zi’s eyebrows are full of black lines!
It seems that demons, like humans, are narcissistic!
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[The update of the next chapter will have to wait until tonight. Xixi is going out in the afternoon, so I don’t have time to type. I’m sorry.]