Chapter 447: What the Hell Does My Husband Ask For?
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"do not know."
Long Zhutian shook his head, "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 pupils lit up slightly, "Could it be that this is the ancestral grave of our family?"
"It's entirely possible, otherwise, there wouldn't be these patterns." Yang Zimei picked up the peach wood plaque with her fingers, "Do you remember these patterns, where have you seen them? Back then, why did you decide that it was related to you? ?"
"It appeared in my dream." Long Zhutian looked at her and said, "These patterns have been appearing in my dreams all the time. They seem real and illusory. Therefore, I am not sure what the hell is going on."
"I see."
Yang Zimei was still struggling every day. He hid himself so deeply that he refused to reveal his information at all. It turned out that he himself did not know his own information.
"Do you know who your father is?"
Yang Zimei couldn't help but ask.
Long Zhutian frowned slightly.
Seeing his frown, Yang Zimei's heart also seemed to be pierced, and it hurt.
She looked at him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this."
Long Zhutian pursed his lips, 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 memories now."
"Have all your amnesia come back?" Yang Zimei asked in pain.
Long Zhutian nodded, "Basically, but I miss the days when I lost my memory, and there are only you and me in my world."
"Um."
For Yang Zimei, isn't that her happiest memory?
"However, it doesn't matter, we will still be happy in the future!"
She reached out to hold his hand, raised her eyes, and looked at him firmly, said.
"Um."
Long Zhutian stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
The two were silent for a while.
There was a knocking sound outside the door, Yang Zimei hurried out of his arms, opened the door in dissatisfaction, and found that it was actually Xuehu who was knocking on the door.
Xuehu pouted his mouth slightly, blinked his pitiful little eyes and looked at Yang Zimei, just like a stray dog on the street, making people pitiful.
Yang Zimei originally wanted to scold it, but when she saw it like this, she couldn't bear it, she bent over and touched its head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Little girl, you are a bad person! Last night, you actually left me alone and drinking the northwest wind alone!"
Xuehu cried bitterly.
"Come on, before you didn't know me before, weren't you drinking the Northwest Wind alone?" Yang Zimei rolled his eyes and said.
"That's different!"
"What's the difference? Back to the old days at best."
"Go back to the past? Before knowing someone, and after knowing someone, will you feel the same again? Then if I kill your man and make you return to the way you were before, you will still feel the same. ?"
Xuehu shouted.
Although its words are a bit eloquent, they are not unreasonable.
Yes, having a person and then losing it is completely different.
She, in the future, will absolutely not be able to endure the days of losing Long Zhutian.
"You are not allowed to do him any harm!"
Yang Zimei warned Xuehu Road.
She knew that Xuehu was a powerful demon, and it was easy to die alone.
"Don't worry, although I don't like him, but he is yours, I will naturally not harm him, and even protect him." Xuehu rolled his eyes and said, "I am a thousand-year-old demon, and I am not stingy, selfish and jealous. people!"
"Yes, you are a noble demon, a pure demon, a great demon!" Yang Zi frowned.
"Of course!"
Xuehu raised his head a little proudly, "If you are like this, what more can you ask for?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows are full of black lines!
It seems that demons, like humans, are narcissistic!
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[The update of the next chapter will have to wait until tonight, Xixi is going out in the afternoon, there is no time to code, sorry. 】