"That's, as the saying goes, those who are near Zhu are red and those who are black are black, don't look at me, who am I messing with... Nothing else, there are still a lot of bad ideas... No!"

Only then did Feng Chenglin remember Ling Luoyu's affairs, and immediately stopped laughing.

"San Young Master, where did you go just now? Why did you disappear in a blink of an eye?"

"Fatty, I have to leave the theater for a while..."

"Go again! You... I don't care if you leave. The point is... If Mo Xuanchen comes back to look for you, wouldn't you be missing?!"

The two of them are finally together again, if they separate again, the ghost knows what will happen!

"My departure is related to Mo Xuanchen! I don't know the specific things for the time being, so I have to follow up and check it out! You are in the theater by yourself. If you can hold on, just hold on. If you can't make it any longer, take someone away... Remember, nothing matters, as long as you are safe!!"

"I know!!" Feng Chenglin lowered his head helplessly: "San Young, you remember, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side to accompany you!! And... if you can't make it anymore, You know where to hold you!!!"

Although Ling Luoyu didn't say anything, Feng Chenglin could feel that this time between her and Mo Xuanchen, it was not that simple.

"San Shao, Mo Xuanchen should only temporarily forget you!! With the emotions of the two of you, he will definitely remember you again!!"

Fatty Feng's sadness made Ling Luoyu feel even more sad, and immediately chuckled, patted his shoulder, smiling more and more.

"Do you think I am Ling Luoyu who is willing to fail? The matter is not at the last moment, who knows who is the last person to laugh?! Maybe, I will reverse the world and make things have a different ending!! "

The door was closed tightly, a dark fragrance lingered, and the babbled singing from outside entered the room, which seemed more and more quiet.

Xiao Yu stood motionless in the room with her arms around her arms, her eyes fixed on a spot.

That place was where she felt Ling Luoyu's breath fluctuate.

The air fluctuates, and one person tears through the void and strides.

"master!"

"got it?"

"got it!"

Xiao Yu's lips suddenly faded with a smile, "Open me and take a look!"

"Yes!"

The man hung a scroll in his hand on the wall and slowly opened it.

The person on the scroll, dressed in white, with a golden crown in ink, and a feather fan in his hand, has a pair of star eyes that are vivid, looking forward as if looking through nothingness.

"He is Mo Xuanchen? Really he is a beautiful man!!" Xiao Yu's fingertips gently slid across the portrait, smiling brightly.

Slightly, she looked at the person beside her: "You said, if I become his appearance, can I fascinate a group of girls?!"

The man quickly bowed his head and backed away, his voice trembled: "The little one dare not make a rash decision about the master's affairs, but..."

He slowly raised his hand, and there was another thing in his hand.

"In the ancient city of the Mo family, where the portrait of Mo Xuanchen hangs, this is still hanging!"

Xiao Yu turned her head slightly curiously: "Who is this?!"

The man looked weird: "The master opens it and sees it..."

"Ryoko, you've been with me for so long, and you haven't learned anything else, so you have learned all about mystery..."

Xiao Yu smiled and took the scroll and opened one side of Mo Xuanchen's portrait.

The moment she saw the person above, her hand froze suddenly.