Shen Yu thought for a while and then uttered two words, "Hometown."
"Hometown?" Wen Yi paused leisurely, "You are the prince of Sishui, and your mother is also a beauty from the south of the Yangtze River. How can you smell the smell of hometown? Feng Ya is a sand thief who specializes in digging tombs. He wants that The dragon bone is most likely related to the mausoleum, or maybe you have a mausoleum in the Longyan Desert."
Shen Yu seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory, with countless emotions suppressed on his cold brows.
"My mother was an unpopular concubine in the King's Palace of Surabaya. When the Emperor of Surabaya moved the capital after defeat, he threw my mother to a place close to the Longyan Desert. She was already eight months pregnant at the time. , I was born in Mingyue City."
"At that time, it was not called Mingyue City, but Chaoge."
"Although my mother lost her life of fine clothing and fine food, she gained freedom here and found a man she loved deeply. They were in love. Just when they were preparing to get married, the emperor of Surabaya found her. He took her back to the palace and executed the man."
"One year after my mother returned to the palace, she was depressed and seriously ill. Finally, she passed away with the regret of not being able to marry the person she loved and not being able to raise me."
"Compared to the cold palace and the Sishui Chinese Academy of Sciences Palace where I was taught how to practice, this is my hometown, my homeland."
After hearing about Shen Yu's past, Wen Yi grabbed Shen Yu's slightly cold hand and said, "Did you later send your mother's bones back to the Longyan Desert? I think she liked it here better than the gloomy and depressed palace."
"I built a mausoleum for her in the Longyan Desert." The warmth from the palm of his hand dispelled the chill in Shen Yu's heart. His sharp eyes gradually lost their edge, and he naturally linked his backhand with Wen Yi's fingers, "Just now When I touched the dragon bone, the incomplete memory came back."
Wen Yi suggested: "When we find the Yellow Emperor's spiritual liquid, let's go pay homage to Madam."
Shen Yu nodded.
The two of them walked hand in hand in the birch forest.
Although the night in the desert was very cold, it did not have any impact on Wen Yi and Shen Yu. They were both monks.
Hanging high on the black sky, the moon exudes a faint silver glow.
The cold moonlight shone on the birch forest and the two of them, as if covering them with a light layer of silver sand. Although it was cold, it was extremely romantic.
"Shen Yu, do you think the moon in the desert is very similar to what we saw in the Giant's Palace?" Wen Yi pointed at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, "It's so bright, as if you can reach out and pick it."
"You like the moon. If you really like it, I can pick it off and give it to you." Shen Yu seriously thought about the feasibility of picking off the moon.
Wen Yi felt as if Shen Yu was allergic to something.
She smiled helplessly, "Don't you want to say something when you see such a beautiful moonlight?"
Shen Yu seemed to have enlightened him, his voice was low, magnetic, and captivating, "The moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart."
The sudden confession left Wen Yi stunned on the spot.
Shen Yu's knuckled hands took off the mask on Wen Yi's face, and then used a spiritual power to tap on the center of her eyebrows.
The disguise on the girl's face disappeared, and a faint blush appeared on her fair and delicate face.
This heart-pounding blush extends from her cheeks to her ears, and her whole body looks like a cooked shrimp. It's so red and beautiful.
"Wen Yi, what I said is true. I like you." Shen Yu put his hands on the girl's shoulders, "I want to kiss you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yu leaned down and gently sucked the girl's beautiful lips, then put one hand around her slender and soft waist, and put his sexy lips on the pink lips that were slightly opened due to surprise. , pry open bit by bit and absorb the sweetness of the other party.
Once familiar, Shen Yu kissed his beloved girl heartily.
Wen Yi gently closed her eyes. Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster during the kiss, and her body temperature was also soaring. A voice in her heart loudly told Wen Yi: Stop pretending, you like Shen Yu!
At this moment, Wen Yi opened his eyes with understanding.
Shen Yu looked at the girl who suddenly opened her eyes, a smile overflowing from her eyes. After kissing her for a long time, she let go of Wen Yi and touched her hot cheek with lingering interest, "Do you have anything to say?"
Countless expectations arose in Shen Yu's heart.
Wen Yi was about to speak when she suddenly felt someone coming.
"So you are here."
Before I saw him, I heard his voice first, and the person I met was none other than Ming Lou.
Seeing the girl with delicate and picturesque features again, Minglou could not help but feel his heart beat faster.
He has a special understanding of beauty, whether he is fat or thin, he likes anyone who looks good.
And with looks like Wen Yi's, he is top not only in the world of mortals, but also in the world of immortality.
If Wen Yi hadn't been obsessed with Lord Ling Yu and they had some unpleasant quarrels when they first met, Minglou would have even considered marrying Wen Yi as his first wife.
"He's here just in time. I'm going to transfer his concentric spell to me." Shen Yu suddenly reached out towards Minglou.
Before Minglou could react, he felt a powerful force sucking the spiritual energy from his body.
Gradually, he saw a faint golden spell flying out of his soul.
The soul-rending pain rushed straight to the top, and Minglou could not suppress his fierce screams.
He is obviously a Yuanying realm monk, but he cannot resist the invasion of unknown forces.
"Wen Yi Wen Yi." Chao Wen, who has no pillars in the bright building, has sent a message calling for help.
"Don't be afraid, he just sucked out the curse of the Concentric Curse from your soul." Wen Yi looked at Minglou floating in mid-air intently, "He knows the solution to the Concentric Curse. Don't worry, he won't harm you. life."
Minglou didn't believe in Wen Yi or this unknown powerful force. He began to struggle hard, but the suppression in his realm made him unable to resist.
"Don't resist. The more you resist, the more counterproductive it will be." Wen Yi downplayed Minglou's pain and fear with a compassionate way of controlling desire. "Take a deep breath and don't be afraid. He is the helper I invited and the most important person to me. He will not hurt you."
The mania and uneasiness were gradually calmed down by Wen Yi. Minglou gave up the useless struggle and slowly accepted Shen Yu's method of unraveling the Concentric Curse.
"Did you come to Mingyue City just to break this curse with me?" Minglou's voice couldn't conceal his disappointment, "Actually, we are far apart. As long as we don't see it, the Concentric Curse will not have any impact on our daily lives. .”
When he was young, he felt that the Tongxin Curse was a shackles imposed on him by Wen Yi. He had worn this shackles for so many years, and Minglou himself didn't notice it, and he developed strange emotions about this shackles.