Si Qingsha's light gray eyes were as quiet as cool. He took the poison from my hand and turned around. The white between his hair floated up like a broken snow in the sky.

I hurriedly followed him, eager to find an answer: "Si Qingsha, did you save me in the Border Inn before?"

"Why did I go to the desert center? How could I be picked up by Cang Yan? What do you want to do? Who are you going to resurrect? What does it have to do with me?"

Resurrection from the dead is incredible, and incredible things are beyond people's imagination and fear will arise in things unknown to people.

If someone like me knows that my soul is given to others, the frightened people will definitely burn me to death with fire, or sink me into the pond and kill me with torture.

"Talk me." He ignored me, and I called him hurriedly: "Si Qingsha, you can't be like this. I don't know you. You changed my face. Whose face is this?"

"Do you know that when the fire was burning in the southern border inn, I had a dream of a beautiful woman in the Snow Mountain Holy Land, which is my face now."

"My face is not like this. You can't put other people's faces on me and let me replace others. This is wrong."

I don't want to replace anyone, nor do I want anyone to replace me.

I can't take revenge now, I can only save my life and still live.

The Queen Mother hated me to the core. I did not have strong abilities and strength and could not appear in front of the Queen Mother anymore. Strictly speaking, I am now a betrayal dog, a single betrayal dog.

Si Qing held Tang Jian in his killer, and my chatter made him walk faster and faster on the street, and I needed to trot to barely keep up.

I came out to buy poison, trying to poison Jiang Meier silently, but he took away my poison and successfully lured me away.

I want to know how my face is, and I want to know how I have a relationship with the woman on the snow mountain.

I ran out of breath. Si Qingsha stopped and turned around. The steps under my feet did not stop and suddenly crashed into his arms, as if he was throwing himself into his arms.

However, before I could react, he took two steps back and distanced me, and my proximity seemed to have become a self-indulgent joke.

Si Qingsha's white hair was floating, making his people feel illusory: "This is the witch city in southern Xinjiang, and all the wizards in southern Xinjiang were born here."

"What does it have to do with me?" I stood on the street. Even though I didn't hate the people coming and going here, I still felt familiar with them, but I felt that I was out of place with them.

It's like the feeling that blood is thicker than water, but it just can't get close to you.

It's also very much like being bystanders. When they encounter danger, I will help them. After helping, I will never mercilessly and leave. I remember it on the mobile phone for a second and provide you with wonderful novel reading.

This strange feeling contradicts each other in my heart, like two unknown emotions that make me unable to control myself from each other.

Si Qingsha looked at me sideways, and a little bit under his feet, and a jump. I opened my mouth slightly. Before I could scream, he disappeared into the crowd like a terrifying geese.

I ran forward and chased after a few steps, but I couldn't see his figure at all.

The laughter and joy around me were paired with each other. I was like a discarded dog. There was no home, no one wanted it, and no one loved it.

Everything is at my hands, but it has nothing to do with me.

The passing crowd hit me, and the steps under my feet staggered in a panic. In a flash, it turned into a vast white area, as if I was trapped in the strange white again.

The white snow fell from the sky and had not yet fallen to the ground, but was swept up by the winter wind. The snow that was so heavy with goose feathers surround me, flying around me.

The clothes on my body turned into red skirts.

The long skirt that was pulling on the ground was floating with the flying snow, and the skirt was flying, sandwiched in the white snow, as if dyeing the white snow red and making the white snow color.

"hehe!"

A few laughter exploded in my ears.

I suddenly turned my head and put my forehead on the beautiful woman's forehead.

The beautiful woman has a pair of blue eyes, just like the most beautiful blue snowflakes on the top of a snowy mountain, and her forehead is also cool, just like the snow in the winter moon.

"Have you become me?" The beautiful woman touched my face with her beautiful hands on the scene, and depicted my cheeks. I was like looking in a mirror: "You have finally become me. That's great. This snow-capped mountain belongs to you."

"The temple in the snow-capped mountains also belongs to you. I am very happy. We two are finally the same. Are you happy?"

The words of the beautiful woman are filled with desolation.

I didn't feel happy about her. I even felt like she was giving her last words, as if she couldn't live after she explained it.

"I'm not happy. I don't know who I am, I don't know who you are." I endured the coldness she brought to me and said, "It's you who are happy, not me."

The beautiful woman had the most beautiful smile. I think a man would be addicted to her smile and could not extricate himself.

She is so beautiful.

Her beauty is cold and beautiful, so high that it makes people unbearable to blaspheme, and even makes people feel pious. Such a woman is not in the rumors in the world.

Could she be the high priest of southern Xinjiang?

But I have never heard that the high priest in southern Xinjiang is a woman, and I have never heard that the high priest in southern Xinjiang is a beautiful woman. From ancient times to the present, no gender has been exposed.

"No, you are happy." The beautiful woman touched my face and moved her hand to my chest, pressing it on my beating heart: "If you become me, you have everything about me. You are the most noble woman in southern Xinjiang, the high priest of southern Xinjiang."

My heart beats like thunder under her hands, "You are the high priest of southern Xinjiang. Who have you fallen in love with? Why did you go far away from the Snow Mountain Holy Land?"

"Why?" The beautiful woman seemed to be asking me, and she seemed to be asking herself, "The taste of love makes people lose their appetite, toss and turn, and can't see him, and live like a year."

"Who is he? Who is the person you love?" I stretched out my hand. The beautiful woman could touch me, but I couldn't touch her. She was like a void, and my hands passed through her body.

She could clearly touch me, and I could also feel the coldness of her body, but I couldn't touch her. She was like a illusion of mine, the memory buried in my mind.

This memory is like water, blocked by people. The blocked obstacles are slowly cracked, and the memory slowly emerges, causing torture me, making me unable to tell who am I?

"Who is he?" The beautiful woman held my hand in the back hand, revealing a smile that could melt the snow mountain: "He is Jingque, shocking Qi Jingque from the Snow Mountain Holy Land."
Chapter completed!