Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 786

Murong Yao cursed in a low voice: "shit!"

After he left the hotel, Murong Qian actually sat in the car at the door and looked at him, "Brother! Get in the car!"

Murong Yao gritted his teeth angrily, and said in a cold tone when he got into the car, "I really regret not strangling you to death."

"Don't miss this opportunity and don't come back again. There is no medicine for regret." Murong Qian pretended to be helpless.

"Where?"

Murong Yao lay there with his hands behind his head, staring at the road ahead.

"Take you for a stroll." Murong Qian didn't mention the specific location, just cared about driving.

After not sleeping well all night, Murong Yao fell asleep while lying in the car.

He didn't open his eyes until he was exposed to the sun, and it was already noon at this time.

At this moment, a plastic bag flew in from the car window, and Murong Qian said leisurely, "You're hungry, eat something first."

Murong Yao's eyes were dark, he began to gradually pay attention to this younger brother who didn't communicate much with him, he could guess what he was thinking.

"It's not that I guessed it, but your stomach is almost like a firecracker, gurgling."

It was only when Murong Yao raised his head that he realized where the car was parked.

The largest museum in H City.

The moment Murong Qian pulled him in, Murong Yao seemed to be there, because the cultural relics in the museum were all ancient utensils, especially the red women's gown facing the door.

Standing there, Murong Yao kept playing some strange images in his mind, which were the past between him and Chen Lingling, but when he regained consciousness, he couldn't remember a single image.

"Do you feel familiar?" Murong Qian stood in front of those cultural relics and observed carefully.

Murong Yao frowned, and felt pain in his brain.

"You don't have to force yourself to recall things that should have nothing to do with you." Murong Qian's eyes were so full of light that it was impossible to see what he was thinking clearly.

Until he left the museum, Murong Yao didn't say a word, just lowered his head, thinking about something.

The pure white clouds and mist moved towards the west quietly, the fiery red sunset glowed brightly on the sky, and the breeze blew past, bringing a sense of coolness.

"I always feel that I have forgotten someone." Murong Yao's voice was very hoarse.

"Can you remember who it is?" Murong Qian seemed to guess that he would say that.

"Can not remember."

"But it must not be Wei Xun, right?" Murong Qian smiled resolutely.

Murong Yao stared into his eyes for a long time, and finally he nodded, "It's not her."

On the contrary, that person's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Zhou Ling's.

"When the time comes, you will naturally understand that some things don't need to be forced, but some things can't be allowed to happen, such as... the bad relationship between you and Wei Xun."

"Nie Yuan?" Murong Yao frowned.

"She is here to repay the debt for someone, because there may be someone who owes you, so she has to pay part of that person for that person, this is cause and effect." Murong Qian's voice is very soft, but it is very easy to believe.

Murong Yao had a severe headache, "Take me back to the hotel first."

Murong Qian didn't speak, started the car and left the entrance of the museum.

In the hotel, Murong Yao had a cigarette in his hand, and the lights in the room were not turned on. He sat in front of the window and looked down at the night scene above City H, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Does your metaphysics really work?" Murong Yao asked in a low voice.

Murong Qian sat on the sofa and stared at his back, after a while he continued to lower his head and fiddle with his fingers.

"I can't guarantee it for others, but for you, big brother... 90.00%."

"why?"

"Because we are brothers, people like us can get some feelings that others can't feel, especially we are related by blood. Sometimes I can get a very small part of your feelings, but it's enough I figured it out."

(End of this chapter)