Ling Mulao smiled coldly, "I said, I am Ling Mulao, not Murong Jing'er. It doesn't matter about my past and present reincarnations. It's just a ray of soul locked up. Could it be that the owner of Yunyao Island..."

"Wuxin, you...you can call me Wuxin." The voice paused, and there was an obvious look of pleading in Hua Wuxin's eyes.

Ling Mulao sighed inaudibly, lamenting in his heart how sad such persistence is, but it is undeniable and great. He must really love Murong Jing'er.

"Wuxin," after a moment of silence, Ling Mulao calmed down his emotions, "It doesn't matter whether I was Murong Jing'er a thousand years ago or not. In this life, I am just Ling Mulao."

"Rao'er, let me call you Rao'er." This tone was not a question but a message. Seeing that Ling Mulao did not refute, Hua Wuxin said again: "Rao'er, can I take you away?"

"Sorry, I have my own place to go." Without giving Hua Wuxin any chance, Ling Mulao coldly refused in the next second.

Hua Wuxin turned around, "Where?"

Ling Mulao's clear eyes stared quietly at the flying stars in the sky. He was silent for a long time and smiled bitterly: "This is where I came from."

The ethereal voice seemed not to come from her mouth, but from her heart, drifting and slowly swirling and echoing in the snowflakes.

Leaving and returning to the beginning, everything has become a dream.

The next day.

The heavy snow that fell overnight had obviously been falling for a long time, but it still showed no signs of weakening the next day. There were no traces of yesterday's traces on the mountain trail again.

The foot was deep and shallow, and it was difficult to walk in the overwhelming snow. The heavy snow blocked the mountain road, so Ling Mulao could only climb the steep rock wall down the mountain with difficulty.

Looking up at the ice and snow, there is no end to the vast white world. It seems that there is only this piece of silver left in the whole world.

"Since you left, why do you want to go back?" Hua Wuxin followed closely behind and asked inexplicably.

Ling Mulao did not look back, but continued to move forward with all his strength, "I didn't ask you to keep up."

Hua Wuxin: ".."

The snowflakes are falling, and the winter sun is getting thinner.

When Ling Mulao and Hua Wuxin went down the mountain, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the sunlight breaking through the clouds fell on the thick snow, reflecting a glaring cold light.

On the edge of the capital of Tianxuan Kingdom, a decent restaurant was overcrowded.

"Sir, please come in and have a meal. The shop's steamed lion's head, braised hoof flowers, and stir-fried chicken wings are all famous specialties of Tianxuan Country." At the door, a waiter shouted at the sight of passers-by.

yelled.

Ling Mulao swallowed and smelled the aroma of food wafting in the wind from the restaurant, and couldn't help but subconsciously touch her hungry belly.

I haven't eaten for more than 24 hours since yesterday. I didn't feel hungry before when I was on the road, but now when I think about it, my chest is pressed against my back. Should I continue eating or eat when I get there?

"Bring in all your special dishes." Before Ling Mulao could answer, Hua Wuxin walked in first.

Ling Mulao pursed her lips and estimated that the heavy snow had stopped. It was still a hundred miles away from here to the palace. Using Qinggong, she would be able to get there by nightfall.

With this thought, he took off the cloak on his head and followed Hua Wuxin to sit down in an inconspicuous corner.

Although the restaurant is not big, the food is served very quickly. Ling Mulao and Hua Wuxin waited for a while and the waiter already served the food, "Your Majesty, please use it."
Chapter completed!