Chapter 39: The poem of poetry (1)

On the bustling streets of Qinglongguo, Gu Ruoyun stopped and turned to look at the man who followed him. He said, "I don't know who you are, so you don't have to follow me. I am already in trouble now. With you, it will only make me more troublesome."
In any case, she has too many enemies, and if I take him, I am afraid it will be implicated in his safety.
The silver-haired man pouted, like an abandoned kitten, looking at Gu Ruoyun with pity: "But I just want to follow you."
"There are a lot of people who want to kill me. If you follow me, don't you be afraid of being killed?"
"I won't kill you!"
At that moment, I don't know if it was Gu Ruoyun's illusion. She obviously felt that the silver-haired man was in a vain anger when he said this, and there was a suffocation in his body. When she frowned at the man, she was wronged. Eyes.
It’s like everything just happened is her illusion...
"Since you have said this, then follow me, yes, what is your name?"
Somehow, at this moment, her heart softened, and there seemed to be something to pull herself, so that I couldn’t help but drive away this man.
This feeling is very strange, we must know that she has not sympathized with anyone, whether in her previous life or in this life.
"Thousands of North Nights, I seem to remember that my name is Qianbei Night, and nothing else is clear."
Thousands of North Nights?
Gu Ruoyun stunned: "The ancient surname of Qianbei is rare. Do you really don't know your origin?"
Upon hearing this, Qianbei night frowned and painfully, and several pictures flashed in my mind, but the picture flashed so fast that he could not capture himself.
Just as he still wanted to continue to recall, there was a force that crashed into his mind, and the whole head was like an explosion and it was so intensely painful.
"Except for the name of the thousand North Night, nothing else is clear."
Gu Ruoyun sighed, it seems that this man is really lost memory.
"Seal, I feel that my memory has been sealed." Qianbei night released his brow, affirmatively said.

Seal?
Gu Ruoyun brows his head.
Maybe after the purple evil wakes up, I can understand what kind of seal is there in your body, and who sealed you.

Purple evil has been sleeping for a while, I don’t know when I can wake up...
"Xiaoyun, where are we going now?" The eyes of Qianbei Night are placed in Gu Ruoyun's voice. The beautiful face is matched with this harmless expression of humans and animals. I am afraid that few people will not be tempted.
For a moment, the girls on the street looked at him. When I saw him standing with Gu Jia, the lady of the firewood, I suddenly felt the feeling of a pair of flowers stuck in cow dung.
Such a beautiful man, why shouldn’t it be the useless waste?
"Go to the Herbs!"
Gu Ruoyun raised his voice and showed a soft smile on his lips. From now on, her power will start slowly.
......
Ling home.
Lingxi ignored the chasing of the person behind him and rushed in. He ran into the study room with a breathless breath and gasped for a few breaths.
"Grandpa, Gu Ruoyun, the waste is not dead!"
"what?"
Ling Yi’s hand was slightly stiff, and he looked up at his grandson and frowned slightly:
You mean, Gu Ruoyun is still alive? How is this possible? I saw her fall into the cliff.