I was surprised to find that the young man in green shirt in front of me really had a very similar appearance to Mr. Chi Mo.
Even Mr. Chi Mo was surprised.
Only Rong Xiyue knew in her heart that this was just an illusion, a dream, a dream created by the high priest. But why was Master Chi Mo in this dream so similar to herself?
Is it an accident or necessity that I entered this pagoda? Is it an accident or necessity that my father entered this pagoda?
She didn't know, but she knew she was hungry.
"Brother Chi Mo, maybe you really know each other, or it's fate!" The girl named Qingliu seemed very excited, pulling Rong Xiyue to sit down, but then looked at the person following Rong Xiyue and muttered
She raised her red lips and pointed at the white flowers on Zong Qing's head,
"This monk is good-looking, but he is the only one in the world with a bright brain!"
The words without scruples showed the girl's superior status.
"The master is extraordinary. Naturally, it is not something that ordinary people like us can understand." Rong Xiyue nodded pretentiously, and when he looked at Zong Qing, he looked really serious.
Zong Qing vomited blood in his heart and couldn't figure out what Shi Yurong was doing now.
"What's your last name?"
Princess Qingliu looked Rong Xiyue up and down and couldn't help but ask,
Zhenghe Rong Xiyue's intention.
"Allow."
After his concise words, he turned his gaze and saw the man in blue's distant smile stagnating. Obviously,
The man in blue is also named Rong.
"What a coincidence, brother Chi Mo is also named Rong." Princess Qingliu was surprised, holding Rong Xiyue's hand and walking up.
However, a dream is a dream after all. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies. I don’t know if the butterfly was in his dream or if he was in the butterfly’s dream.
Rong Xiyue always reminded herself that these were all phantoms, perhaps the high priest's obsession, or maybe her own obsession was added to them.
She broke away from Princess Qingliu's hand and looked at the man in blue.
This is an image printed from millions of years ago. If this image really exists, it is definitely not an accident that this man had such an imagination with himself.
Rong Xiyue looked at the sky, her phoenix eyes curved.
High Priest, what do you want me to see?
Could this man in blue be the ancestor of her Rong family?
The most puzzling person is Zong Qing. Qinggui’s handsome face is full of doubts. He is clearly Shirong Rong. How can he be named Rong?
Rong Xiyue glanced at Zong Qing and didn't say much. Who she was was not important to Zong Qing, but she and the man in blue were obviously very interested.
important.
"Since you and Brother Chi Mo are so destined, there is no need for you to take off the spar today. Let's go, I, the princess, will take you to the palace as a guest!"
Rong Chimo still smiled slightly, with deep eyes, looking at Rong Xiyue without saying a word for a long time, his eyes seemed to be eternal and unchanging.
Princess Qingliu happily and quickly stretched out her hand to take Rong Xiyue's hand. However, the moment her hand touched Rong Xiyue's hand, it was bounced away. The girl's white figure was like a cloud, flowing backwards.
The white-clothed prince named Qing Yan immediately stepped forward to hug Princess Qingliu, his eyes filled with distress and anger.
Of course, the anger must be because of Rong Xiyue.
When Rong Xiyue's hand touched Princess Qingliu, her head was agitated. For some reason, Chu Wenyu's figure suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes. He was dressed in red and had red hair. He came in the red lotus fire and killed the dragon with a handful of red lotus.