At this moment, Duanmu Beiyao was in a state of confusion. The person in front of him, his eyebrows, eyes, lips, figure, and appearance, was indeed Luo Qingxin.

However, that expression and tone were clearly not Luo Qingxin.

Duanmu Beiyao could not explain this phenomenon, and he himself found it incredible. He felt that the person in front of him was not Luo Qingxin, but he could not convince himself. But if he wanted to make him feel that the person in front of him was Luo Qingxin, he could not convince himself.

If it was Lolo, how could she explain so much?

She seemed to be afraid that others would suspect that she was not Luo Qingxin, so she emphasized that there was no silver here.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and the doubtful eyes seemed to be trying to strip away all her disguises. Zhuo Xuetong couldn't help but feel a little upset. She felt that she had said too much, and it was indeed not false to say too much.

However, she also relied on the fact that she used the same body and had two souls, which was incredible after all. As long as she refused to admit it, who would know how many souls there were in her body?

Duanmu Beiyao was in a state of great confusion. Many of the previous doubts surged into his mind. He had also suspected them, but later Luo Qingxin made a spurt, and it was so abnormal that it was only a very rare time.

Is there really something he doesn't know?

Duanmu Beiyao stepped forward and was about to ask what was going on, suddenly a figure flashed at the door, and Mo Xunzheng was back from fetching water and finding food.

He hit a pheasant and got back clean. At this moment, he saw Duanmu Beiyao, his face suddenly darkened. He threw the pheasant to the ground, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "Master Chixiao Palace, what do you mean? Isn't it enough to hurt your heart? You're still here?"

Duanmu Beiyao frowned, clear-hearted and clear-hearted. He screamed easily. If it weren't for fear that Luo Luo wouldn't like him, he really wanted to drive this ignorant boy away like a fly.

When Zhuo Xuetong saw Mo Xunzheng coming back, she was overjoyed and she immediately let go of her worries.

With Mo Xunzheng here, the Lord of Chixiao Palace would not hurt her.

Zhuo Xuetong looked at Mo Xunzheng with a little dependence in her eyes and said, "Can you help me drive him away? I don't want to see him!"

Duanmu Beiyao's eyes deepened. She was begging Mo Xunzheng? Was she intentionally angry with him? Or...

Mo Xunzheng turned his head and said to Duanmu Beiyao: "Master Chixiao Palace, no matter what kind of grudges you have with Qingxin, she is so hurt. You are still clear. Please leave!"

Duanmu Beiyao said coldly: "What if this palace doesn't leave?"

Mo Xunzheng was about to say that if he didn't leave, even though he was not as good as martial arts, he would ask for advice. Zhuo Xuetong had already said slowly: "Forget it, Mo Xunzheng, he won't leave, let's go, please help me and help me up!"

Mo Xunzheng immediately obediently released the hilt of the sword and went to help her.

Duanmu Beiyao stood there without moving, stubborn and indifferent, nothing wrong, but why, still feel something is wrong?

At this time, Mo Xunzheng had already helped Zhuo Xuetong up, but Zhuo Xuetong seemed to have slightly weakened her legs and almost fell down again. Mo Xunzheng hurriedly pulled her into her arms.

Zhuo Xuetong didn't push him away, and the man's breath hit her nose, and her face suddenly turned red.

However, Mo Xunzheng's handsome appearance made her heart rush like a deer. She didn't resist such close contact at all. On the contrary, she felt a little sweet in her heart.
Chapter completed!