The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

The voice did not answer Mo Zhuyue's words, but asked tremblingly. His eyes were not opened, and he couldn't tell whether Mo Zhuyue was real or not...

What's more, although there are voices lingering in the cave, Mo Zhuyue still can't feel any breath of life activity on Ye Qingcheng's body, as if he is a dead person...

Feimo stood aside. It was obvious that Ye Qingcheng was full of expectations for Mo Zhuyue, but at the same time, he was also full of vigilance.

"Yue'er, you drop a drop of blood on this ice cube. I just saw your tears seep in. Your blood should also seep in, and he can tell the difference."

Mo Zhuyue immediately complied, swiped at the palm of her hand, and placed her bleeding hand on the frozen ice...

The blood actually seeped into the powerful ice.

Mo Zhuyue looked at Fei Mo, "My blood is the same as Mu Xue's, can my father tell whether I am Mu Xue or Yue'er?"

This is what Mo Zhuyue was puzzled about.Just now when she said that she was Mo Zhuyue, Ye Qingcheng was obviously excited. At the same time, he was also full of vigilance. Obviously, the people in Tianxingtang had already done this trick to him, so he was so resistant.

However, the same expectation.

Because of anticipation, I don't want to let go of any clue.

What if, what if the person in front of him is his Yue'er!

Fei Mo shrugged, "I hope your father has a way to tell the difference! Otherwise, he won't be able to open his eyes and think we're lying to him, so there's nothing we can do, right?"

Mo Zhuyue curled her lips, what Fei Mo said was absolutely correct.

Right now, I can only hope that Ye Qingcheng can tell the difference between her and Mu Xue's blood.

The blood flowed down the ice into Ye Qingcheng's body. This scene frightened both Mo Zhuyue and Fei Mo. Her blood flowed into Ye Qingcheng's body along Ye Qingcheng's forehead and lips...

This scene is too heaven-defying.

Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng, who had closed his eyes, gradually opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of silver eyes that could freeze everything.

But the silver in the eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a pair of black pupils, those pupils were still bright, but not as touching as the beauty of silver.

"You are really my Yue'er."

Ye Qingcheng looked at Mo Zhuyue standing in front of him, his black eyes danced, not to mention how excited he was.

Looking at his opened eyes, Mo Zhuyue also danced happily.

"Father, you recognize me."

Ye Qingcheng's gaze was filled with deep love, and he was also full of smiles towards Mo Zhuyue. There was a thick block of ice between them, but no one could stop their hearts that wanted to get closer.

"Silly Yue'er, there are no fathers in this world who can't recognize their daughters."

That sentence was taken for granted, which made Mo Zhuyue a little embarrassed. She scratched the back of her head and said embarrassedly: "Because there is another Mu Xue in this world, I thought you would distinguish me from Mu Xue." Let's go!"

"She?" Ye Qingcheng's eyes were full of contempt, "She is just a puppet melted from a drop of my blood, how can she be compared with my Yue'er, who is unique in the world. Your name is my I took it, Yue, which means jewel. In the hearts of your mother and me, you are the most dazzling jewel."

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng's aura made Mo Zhuyue feel that she missed Long Canghao very much.