Chapter 1160: Don't want my memory to be without you

Wuji Palace, Xingluo Temple.
The high priest was closing his eyes and cross-legged, desperately using his own power to hit the seal in his head.
He frowned bitterly, the cold sweat on his forehead hanging down.
Seeing him in such pain, Murong Yu broke his heart.
"Forget it, don't do it." He raised his sleeve and wiped his sweat painfully.
"I'll try again." The high priest opened his eyes, looked at him weakly, and closed his eyes again.
Waves of strong mystery, and the thick armor-like seal, sharply collided in his mind.
"Boom", his head seemed to explode, and he growled in pain.
"what……"
He hugged his head pale and rolled over.
Murong was startled, and quickly hugged him into his arms, distressed: "We don't try, we don't try."
The door was pushed open, and Nanfeng Qi rushed in.
"What's wrong with you?" Nan Fengqi shoved Murong Yan, grabbed the high priest, and looked at him nervously.
The high priest wanted to push away Nanfeng Qi, but he was weak and weak.
"Let him go!"
Murong Yi stepped forward and wanted to bring him back, but Nan Fengqi did not let him approach at all.
"What did you do to him? If he's something, I won't let you go."
Nan Fengqi gave him a warning glance, and then hurriedly picked up the high priest and ran out.
"Yun Shaoning!"
Murong was anxious, and quickly caught up to stop the way of Nanfeng Qi.
"Come here, get me." Nan Fengqi gave Murong a disgusted look, and yelled.
When Nan Fengqi gave an order, a group of disciples rushed out immediately.
"stop!"
The high priest sighed weakly and shoved Nanfeng Qi.
He fell from Nanfeng Qi's arms at once, and Murong Yu quickly stepped forward to catch him.
"Hug me back." He pulled Mu Rongzhen's plaque tightly, weakly.
Seeing his pain, Murong Yu didn't dare to be indifferent, and hurriedly took him back to the room.
Nan Fengqi looked at the back of the two and squeezed his fists tightly, anxiously crushing a pair of iron fists.
"How are you?" Murong Yan looked at him anxiously, trying to find someone to heal, but didn't know who to look for.
He leaned in his arms and shook his head weakly. "I'm fine, just rest."
Murong Yan hugged him tightly, and red-eyeed distressedly: "Don't try again in the future, I wish you had no memory in your life."
He touched his face and twitched his lips weakly. "But I don't want my memory to be without you."
Murong's nose was sour, and the tears in his eyes slipped down instantly. He kissed his cold forehead lovingly, "What do you want to know? I'll tell you all."
He raised his eyes and kissed his tears, and laughed, "I want to know how we love each other. Tell me."
Murong Xu nodded, and did not speak directly, but was silent for a long time, as if remembering the past.
"You are the sister-in-law of the town government. I am a prince. We used to love the same woman ..."
Murong Yu talked a lot, from beginning to end, nothing is too small, he has always been taciturn, this time it is like saying everything for a lifetime, and it is like saying the thing of two people and half a lifetime.
The high priest listened carefully and kept listening to him before he said, "You mean that we used to like that together?"
"Yep."
Murong Xu nodded lightly. He really didn't want to talk too much about Baiju.
He widened his eyes inconceivably. "It's weird that your fiancee is married to someone, and you can still be a good friend with her now."
Murong raised his eyebrows. "It's nothing strange. We each find someone we love. We each have our own happiness. Why can't we be friends?"
After all, he and she missed it, but he didn't regret it at all. He didn't regret having liked her, nor regretted falling in love with him. If he had a lifetime, he would still be with him.
"But you like me because of a bowl of noodles, too casual." He stared, accusing.
Murong Yan chuckled, "Why, you hate it?"
He pouted, and said with a little sourness: "So many reasons to like her, like me just a bowl of noodles?"
Murong Yu kissed his lips lovingly, "I like her, but I love you."
He didn't know when he started falling in love with him, maybe from that bowl of noodles, maybe from his self-righteousness to accompany him to drink, or from an earlier time he pulled him into acting.
In short, he just fell in love with him, although too many people think it's incredible, but isn't it often that the emotional thing is incredible?
A word of "love" made his heart as sweet as it was brushed with honey.
"By the way, you are a prince. Are you an emperor?" He looked up curiously.
Murong asked, "I'm not the emperor anymore."
"Why?" He frowned, puzzled.
"I passed the throne to my son." Murong Yan said lightly.
He frowned. "But didn't you say he was only four?"
"Can't you be an emperor at the age of four?" Murong asked with a smile.
He blinked, unable to refute.
"Well, it's pitiful to be your brother!" He sighed sympathetically.
Murong Yu kissed him with a light smile, "I'm not for you."
The moment he came out, he never thought about going back.
He is going to be with him all his life and never be separated.
"Thank you!" He looked at him calmly, moved that he did not give up looking for him, moved that he had been waiting for him, moved him to give up everything for him.
"I deserve to thank you, thank you for being alive." Murong Yan hugged him tightly, as if to embed him in his soul.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose him, maybe he couldn't live at all, even if he lived like a walking dead.
Feeling his heart full of love, his eyes were reddish.
There is such a person in this life who loves himself, why is it worth it.
"In the beginning, who was the corpse you found?" He thought curiously at what he thought.
Murong narrowed his eyes and said, "It should be a man in white tied to the cliff by Shangguan Quanya."
This was what he later heard when Xue Qingyu talked about the missing person.
The man in white was deliberately called by Shangguanquan to pretend to be him, so he looks like him physically.
"Is he?" He nodded his head, and then said, "Who was I brought to the God God continent?"
Murong frowned. This was also the question he had been thinking about. Who had changed his clothes and things to the man in white, why did that person take him away and make them all think he was dead.
"When did your memory begin? How did you become the High Priest here?"