In the summer, Meng heard that there was no different 'color', but instead turned his head to look at him, with a playful glint in his eyes: "Leng Jiaozhu is indeed not like others, even memories are better than others. Unfortunately, I have no impression of anything before I was ten years old." This sentence was true, she inherited all the memories of the original owner, and only had a few scattered ones about her childhood, if she hadn't absorbed the memories from the brocade pouch, she might not have known anything at all.

  She couldn't understand why the male and female protagonists could say something about marriage at the age of five or six, and then really fulfill it when they grew up. It was just a casual joke out of ignorance when they were young, but what kind of brain and memory did they have to remember it in their hearts?

  He gazed at her profile in the quiet night, his eyes deep and complex.

  After a long time, he suddenly smiled, with an inexplicable smile on half of his face: "It's been too long, who would still remember?"

  The hand grasping the wooden comb tightened again and again, even making a faint "crack" cracking sound.

  It's been so many years since then, but he still remembers it in his heart! He thought she would remember too, such an important thing!

  But she forgot, without even a thread of memory left.

  So it's always been just him remembering?

  What was deeply hidden in his memory was just a past for her.

  It's all in the past now.

  Xiatian Meng seemed to be unaware of the eerie atmosphere, casually tying up her long hair and pinning a white jade auspicious cloud hairpin on it, looking elegant and gentle.

  She turned around and looked at Leng Ye's gaze, which was exceptionally gentle, but Leng Ye saw a hint of unfamiliarity and coldness in it: "I wonder if Master Leng can take me to see the others?"

  On a chilly night, he leaned in close to her: "Are you concerned about those people? Which one is it?" Is it the man who only knows how to be violent and calls out for Meng Wa, or the man who has remained silent since waking up?

  What's so great about them, worth her being so concerned?

  Xiatian Meng just smiled and looked at him, her beautiful face was all gentle: "What does it have to do with me who is in a relationship with Leng Jiao Zhu?"

  He stared at her with a calm and determined expression, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing deeper and deeper. In the end, he stood up straight and burst out laughing loudly: "Hahaha...". What's the big deal? It was just a childhood memory, what was he still being so mindful of? "Alright, I'll take you there now."

  He wanted to see what was so good about the man she had been obsessing over.

  She wants to go see it as soon as she wakes up.

  "Thank you." Xia Tian Meng smiled and stood up, her lovely appearance made him feel a flutter in his heart.

  "It's not like the sect leader brought you back to thank him, is it?" Leng Ye didn't know why she couldn't help but mock him as soon as she opened her mouth. Probably because she didn't like his aloof attitude towards her. But... what could there be between them that would make her not feel distant?

  Xia Tian Mo didn't respond to his words, only slightly nodding her head and walking away on her own. Her tone was soft and gentle: "Lord Leng is joking. After all, we are currently in Lord Leng's territory, so even if I were angry, I wouldn't dare to really clash with you."

  He followed her quietly, looking at her beautiful profile, and couldn't help but think it was funny: "Even if it's the truth, wouldn't it be unpleasant to say it out loud?" Because he was restrained by himself, so he spoke politely, but somehow it still felt too blunt.

  Xia Tian Meng gazed ahead, her dark eyes filled with calmness. Her words were simple: "Making a show is just to annoy people. Besides, wouldn't Cold Sect Master know even if I didn't say it?"

  The cold night gazed at her eyes, slightly deep and profound, like a whirlpool that could drown people.

  She is very special.

  Dividing line----

  "Your meal!" A jailer who was standing guard in the dungeon pushed a basket through the railing and another into the adjacent cell.

  "Where have you taken our young lady?! Luoyu didn't even look at the food, grasping the wooden railing and glaring furiously at the prison head. "How dare you! You're all reckless and lawless! How could you actually dare to capture our young lady?! Let her go immediately!"

  That prison head didn't even turn his head and sat down to eat with another prison head.

  Whoever listens to the same sentence for an hour will become numb, right?

  Luoyan saw that they didn't speak, and she worried about Xia Tianmeng's safety in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, and she couldn't help but burst into tears: "What to do, what to do, it's all my fault as a servant girl. If I had protected Miss well, how could Miss have encountered danger?" As soon as she thought that Xia Tianmeng might be suffering somewhere now, she felt extremely worried.

  The silent fish in the corner frowned and sighed, "Luo Yu, no news is good news. At least Miss isn't being held in the dungeon like us..." But these demonic cult members still didn't know how they would treat Miss!

  It was Murong Ling who picked up the dishes and sniffed them under his nose, his eyebrows furrowing instantly.

  "Watching him closely, Nan Yi asked hastily: 'What's wrong, is there poison in the food?'"

  Murong Ling shook his head slightly and put the food back: "Just used Soft Tendon Scatter." Although it won't be fatal, it can trap them here.

  They can go without eating for a meal or two, but eventually they will have to eat.

  So now resistance is just fearless struggle.

  Nan Yi's face turned red with rage: "This is absurd! What does this demonic sect want to do?!" The court and the Jianghu have always been separate, so why did the demonic sect take the initiative to provoke this time? Is it for Meng Ya? But he couldn't connect Leng Ye's image with the phrase "for a beauty, one would throw away their life" no matter what.

  But so far, he has never seen Meng Ya.

  Thinking of what Leng Ye said to Meng Wa yesterday, did he really have a crush on Meng Wa?

  So what's the point of locking them up?

  "Lao Jiu..." He looked at Nan Jiu, who had been silent since waking up in the morning, and couldn't help but feel a headache. "Don't be like this, Meng Ya will definitely be fine." Just because Leng Ye has feelings for Meng Ya, he won't hurt her!

  Murong Ling thought more, this time they were captured by the Demon Sect, Xiaojie was not locked up with them. If it gets out later, her reputation will be ruined! Who knows, there might be someone who would ruin her reputation! In that case, even if Xiaojie escaped, what's the difference between escaping and not escaping?

  "Will you marry Miss Xia, Ninth Prince?" He wanted to know if Nan Jiu would still have a sense of responsibility after feeling guilty and regretful. If Nan Jiu no longer had feelings for Miss Xia because of this matter, then Miss Xia was truly pitiful.

  Even if she still has a good reputation, she is still clean.

  Nan Jiu heard the words and slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and red, although he was still dressed neatly but it wasn't hard to see that he was in inner turmoil.

  "This life will not marry if it is not her."

  This is his idea and also his promise.