The Sound of the Flute Drifted in the Air

That.

The meaning was clear.

Mo Yan also felt uneasy in her heart.

Her eyes slightly narrowed.

It looked long and narrow, full of the meaning of exploration.

"What do you mean?"

"Lord Mo Yan, I have lived with you for more than ten years. I grew up under your care. From a baby in swaddling clothes, I have been given the title of Loulan Holy Maiden. Do you really not know me?"

At this moment.

It was Mo Yan's turn to retreat.

His feet were unsteady.

He nearly fell down.

He saw his father, who had always been calm and self-restrained, suddenly become so panicked.

Mo Bai also hurriedly moved closer.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"How could it be? How could it be?"

Mo Yan said two sentences in a row, but it was only these three words.

"You are lying to this seat, you are definitely lying to this seat! Right, was it that Luo Qiu that woman told you? It must be so."