Nalan Lingyu's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, "You have no right to mention her!"
Anger surged around him, and he raised his hand to gather his spiritual power, but was horrified to find that his spiritual power was very weak. Even if he managed to gather a wind blade, it would still be far from being able to hurt Meng Xi.
Nalan Lingyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head to look at the incense burner on the incense table in the hall, where there were curls of green smoke rising and a faint cloud of mist.
"Xuanyuan Meng!"
He raised his head and glared angrily at Meng Xi opposite him, almost gritting his teeth and saying word by word in a cold voice: "You are looking for death!"
"Yu Chen, I don't want to be like this. Who makes you only have..." Meng Xi stepped forward slowly and reached out to support him, but Nalan Lingyu waved his sleeves and threw him away. Even what he said was ignored.
Interrupted.
Nalan Lingyu sneered, "You can't even compare to half a finger of Yun'er."
"I'll make you forget about her."
Meng Xi's face also became a little gloomy, and there was a ferocious look in her eyes.
Nalan Lingyu chuckled: "Do you, the emperor and your empress, know that you are keeping me under house arrest like this?
Do you know that you have committed a heinous crime! When I regain my strength, even your father and mother will not be able to protect you!"
Hearing this, Meng Xi's eyes trembled, and a flash of fear quickly flashed in her eyes. But when her eyes fell on Nalan Lingyu's unparalleled handsome face, the fear in her eyes faded and turned into
Reluctance and obsession.
"You can recuperate here during this period. I will come see you tomorrow."
After saying that, Meng Xi flicked her sleeves and left.
Looking at Meng Xi's leaving figure, Nalan Lingyu's face became even darker. Xuanyuan Meng, no, Meng Xi dared to imprison him privately! It's a shame that he has not fully recovered his memory now, let alone those hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Heaven-reaching cultivation! Otherwise, he could crush her gently with one finger! During these times, Nalan Lingyu was looking for ways to restore his memory and strength, while thinking about how to get out of Chenyu Palace.
Time flies by, and days pass in the blink of an eye.
Xuanyuan Meng has set up a restriction outside Chenyu Palace, and with his strength, he cannot get out for the time being.
At this moment, a light green smoke suddenly appeared in the Chenyu Palace. Looking at the sudden appearance of a figure in front of him, he frowned slightly.
"Lord God! Lord God! It's really you! Are you really back?"
The young man in front of him was dressed in a dark red robe and had two combs on his hair. He looked young and looked like he was only in his teens.
Nalan Lingyu looked at him, thought for a long time, and finally shouted one word, "Xiaoyi?"
The young man rushed forward excitedly, threw himself at Nalan Lingyu's feet, and grabbed his robe. Tears immediately flowed down his face, crying bitterly and excitedly: "Lord God, you are finally back! Little one!
Yi has been waiting for you here for hundreds of thousands of years! Wuwuwu... Xiaoyi thought you would never come back..." Nalan Lingyu looked at his faint figure, and his fingers moved from his clothes
Passed on the robe: "Isn't this your real body?"
The young man wiped his tears and replied: "Lord God, I am just a trace of residual consciousness now. I have been hiding in the Chenyu Palace for hundreds of thousands of years, just to wait for you to come back... I felt your breath just now, and I
Dare to come out."
Nalan Lingyu raised his hand and touched his head: "Thank you for your hard work."
The young man shook his head with red eyes, looking obedient and determined: "It's not hard! It's not hard at all! Lord God, have you found the Lord Yunyao?"
Nalan Lingyu raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "Found it."