Chapter 447: What a demon is this

"do not know."
The dragon shook his head day by day. "I just want to know what the grave marked on this map is."
Yang Zimei told him what Master had seen that day.
Long Zhutian's dark eyes lightened slightly, "Is this the ancestral tomb of our family?"
"It's entirely possible, otherwise, there won't be these patterns." Yang Zimei raised his finger on the peach wood card. "You remember these patterns. Where have you seen them before? Why did you decide that it was related to you? ? "
"Appeared in the dream." Long looked at her day by day. "These patterns have been appearing in my dream, seemingly real and fantasy. Therefore, I am not sure what is going on."
"So it is."
Yang Zimei was still tangled every day. He hid himself so deeply that he refused to disclose his information at all. It turned out that it was his own information that he didn't know.
"Do you know who your father is?"
Yang Zimei couldn't help asking.
Dragon frowned slightly, day by day.
Seeing his frown frown, Yang Zimei's heart also seemed to be pierced and hurt.
She looked at him guiltily. "Sorry, I shouldn't ask this."
Long pursed her lips every day, and reached out and touched her hair. "It doesn't matter, because I really don't know who my father is, and even my mother has blurred her memory now."
"Are all of your amnesia back?" Yang Zimei asked with heartache.
Long nodded day by day, "Basic, but in the days when I was nostalgic for amnesia, there was only you and me in my world."
"Ok."
For Yang Zimei, isn't it her happiest memory?
"But it doesn't matter, we will still be happy in the future!"
She reached out and took his hand, raised her eyes, and stared firmly at him, said.
"Ok."
Long reached out every day and took her into her arms.
The two remained silent for a while.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Yang Zimei hurriedly came out of his arms. He opened the door with dissatisfaction and found that it was Xuehu who knocked on the door.
Xuehu beaked his mouth slightly, and blinked at his miserable little eyes and looked at Yang Zimei, like a stray dog ​​on the street, making people feel pity.
Yang Zimei originally wanted to scold him. When he saw it, he couldn't bear it. He bent and touched his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Little girl, you are a bad guy! Last night I was alone and lonely to drink the northwest wind outside!"
Snow Lake wailed in regret.
"Come on, before you didn't know me before, wasn't you alone drinking northwest wind?" Yang Zimei rolled her eyes and rolled her eyes.
"That's different!"
"What's different? At best, it's back to before."
"Back to the past? Would it feel the same before recognizing someone, and recovering after recognizing someone? Then I killed your man and brought you back to the way you were before, you still feel the same ?"
Snow Lake shouted.
Although its words are a bit verbal, it is not unreasonable.
Yes, it is totally different to have someone lose it.
She will never tolerate the days of losing the dragon.
"You are not allowed to do anything against him!"
Yang Zimei warned Xuehu Road.
She knew that Xuehu, a monster with high magic power, wanted to die alone.
"You can rest assured that although I don't like him, but he is your man, I will naturally not harm him or even protect him." Xuehu rolled his eyes and said, "I am a millennium demon, and I am not selfishly jealous. People! "
"Well, you are a noble demon, a pure demon, a great demon!" Yang Zimei fangs.
"That's natural!"
Xuehu raised his head a little proudly, "What a demon is this?
Yang Zi's eyebrows are full of black lines!
It seems that demons, like humans, are narcissistic!

[The next chapter is updated, we have to wait until tonight, Xi Xi is going out in the afternoon, there is no time code, sorry. 】