half demon glass

Chapter 433 Farewell to Southern Xinjiang

"Farewell to Nanjiang?" My breath trembled suddenly, and I suddenly remembered that when I followed Yun Qingtian and the others to the ghost market, I was treated as a super VIP for no reason.

I wondered at the time when I met such a powerful person.

When I was about to leave the ghost market, the tauren stopped me and said that his master asked him to help me with a sentence.

"The moon in Haiti is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the person in your heart. So there is another sentence. The heart is always the heart of the audience, but the person is the person in the play."

"Farewell to Nanjiang, some people, even if they get separated, will meet again under the arrangement of fate."

Those words at that time echoed in my mind instantly.

Although in my previous life, I was the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang, there should be quite a few people who bid farewell to me in Southern Xinjiang.

But when he uttered these four words, I didn't know what was wrong, and I felt inexplicably...

He is the master behind the ghost city!

Seeing my astonished expression, the man smiled lightly, "Aman, did you remember something?"

"Are you the owner of the ghost city? I was in the ghost city at the time, and I was treated as a VIP. Is it your arrangement?" I was alone and asked directly.

He didn't hide anything, he gave a faint "hmm", and then asked me: "You mentioned this suddenly, but you were bullied in the ghost market?"

Although the man acted like Feng Jiuqing who had planted a love gu, he defended me everywhere and couldn't bear anyone to hurt me.

But it feels a little different to me.

Feng Jiuqing's kindness to me is that she holds me close to her heart, wishing she could spoil me.

His kindness always reveals a sense of condescension and condescension.

It seems that a person like him should not have any feelings, and I am an exception. I should be grateful to Dade and let him continue to maintain this gentle mask.

It is said that the master behind the ghost market is very powerful, and the ghost market has benefited the world for thousands of years. Among the six realms, even if it is an old enemy with great resentment, if he enters the ghost market, he must be kind.

Anyone who dared to make trouble in the ghost market, some died face to face, and some suddenly evaporated after leaving the ghost market, not even bones left.

But seeing him open the ghost gate with only one hand today, breaking the forbidden spell at will, cold and bloodthirsty, I always feel that the master of the ghost city is just a layer of his disguised identity.

What kind of identity does he have? I want to ask, but I dare not ask.

"No...no, I was flattered to be treated like that suddenly in the ghost market..."

"only……"

Before I finished speaking, he pinched my cheek caressingly, and asked softly, "Just what?"

"It's just...you haven't told me your name yet." I asked again in a low voice.

I don't know if it's my illusion, I always feel that he deliberately didn't tell me his name.

It was as if, once he said his name, his identity would be revealed.

"You and I met in the fields. At that time, you lived in the mountains, like a domineering wild girl from the land of the Southern Man, so I always called you Ah Man."

"As for me, I am a wealthy family, but my family has fallen. I have mixed into the mountains and joined bandits. I am a down-and-out young master full of ruffianism."

"You keep calling me Brother Ye. Although you have lost your past memories after reincarnation, even if you reincarnate a thousand times or ten thousand times, you are the only Ah Man in my heart."

"You are the same as before, just call me Brother Ye."

(End of this chapter)