Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 1160: I don’t want you in my memory

The Promise Palace, the Star Luo Palace.

The high priest was crossing his legs with his eyes closed, desperately using his profound strength to hit the seal in his head.

He frowned in pain, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Seeing him in such pain, Murong Xun's heart ached to be broken.

"Forget it, don't do it." He raised his sleeve and wiped his sweat distressedly.

"I'll try again." The high priest opened his eyes, gave him a weak look, and then closed them again.

Wave after wave of powerful profound energy collided sharply with that thick armor-like seal in his mind.

With a "boom", his head seemed to explode, and he roared in pain.

"Ah..."

He hugged his head with a pale face and rolled all over the floor.

Murong Xun was taken aback, quickly hugged him into his arms, and said distressedly: "We won't try, we won't try."

The door of the room was pushed open abruptly, and Nanfeng Qi rushed in.

"What's wrong with you?" Nanfeng Qi pushed Murong Xun away, grabbed the high priest into his arms, and looked at him nervously.

The high priest wanted to push Nanfeng Qi away, but his body was so weak that he didn't have any strength.

"Let him go!"

Murong Xun stepped forward, wanting to hug him back, but Nan Feng Qi didn't let him approach at all.

"What did you do to him? If something happens to him, I will not let you go."

Nanfeng Qi gave him a warning look, then hugged the high priest and ran out.

"Yun Shaoning!"

Murong Xun was in a hurry, and hurried to catch up to block Nanfeng Qi's path.

"Come here, take it for me." Nanfeng Qi gave Murong Xun a disgusted look, and shouted.

Nanfeng Qi gave an order, and immediately a group of disciples rushed out.

"Stop!"

The high priest let out a weak cry, and pushed Nanfeng Qi away.

He fell from Nanfeng Qi's embrace, Murong Xun quickly stepped forward to catch him.

"Hold me back." He said weakly, pulling Murong Xun's skirt tightly.

Seeing his painful face, Murong Xun didn't dare to neglect him, and hurriedly carried him back to his room.

Nanfeng Qi looked at the backs of the two of them, clenched his fists tightly, wishing to crush a pair of iron fists.

"How are you?" Murong Xun looked at him anxiously, wanting to find someone to heal him, but he didn't know who to turn to.

He leaned in his arms and shook his head weakly, "I'm fine, just take a rest."

Murong Xun hugged him tightly, red-eyed with distress: "Don't try again in the future, I would rather you have no memory for the rest of your life."

He touched his face and raised the corners of his lips weakly, "But I don't want you to be missing from my memory."

Murong Xun's nose was sour, and the tears hanging in his eyes instantly slid down. He lovingly kissed his cold forehead, "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

He raised his eyes and kissed away his tears, and said with a smile, "I want to know how we fell in love, please tell me."

Murong Xun nodded, but did not speak directly, but remained silent for a long time, as if recalling the past.

"You are the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, and I am the prince. We liked the same woman before..."

Murong Xun talked a lot, from the beginning to the end, every detail, he has always been reticent, this time it seems that he has said everything he has said all his life, and it seems that he has said everything about the two of them for half their lives .

The high priest listened carefully until he finished speaking, and then asked curiously: "You mean that we liked that white raccoon together before?"

"Yes."

Murong Xun nodded lightly, he really didn't want to talk too much about the white raccoon.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, "Your fiancée married someone else, it's too strange that you can still be good friends with her now."

Murong Xun raised his eyebrows, "There's nothing strange about it. We each find someone we love, and we each have our own happiness. Why can't we be friends?"

He missed her after all, but he doesn't regret it at all. He doesn't regret liking her, nor regrets falling in love with him. If there is a next life, he will still be with him.

"But it's too casual for you to like me just because of a bowl of noodles." He stared and complained.

Murong Xun smiled lightly, "What, you don't like it?"

He curled his lips, and said slightly sourly: "There are so many reasons to like her, but just a bowl of noodles if you like me?"

Murong Xun lovingly kissed his lips, "I like her, but I love you."

He doesn't know when he fell in love with him, maybe it started with that bowl of noodles, maybe it started when he sacrificed his life to accompany him to drink, or maybe it started when he dragged him to act earlier.

In short, he just fell in love with him. Although too many people think it's incredible, isn't it incredible when it comes to emotional matters?

The word "love" made his heart feel as if it had been sprinkled with honey, so sweet to the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, you are the prince, so have you become the emperor?" He raised his eyes curiously.

Murong Xun pursed his lips, "I am no longer the emperor."

"Why?" He frowned puzzled.

"I passed the throne to Chun'er." Murong Xun said calmly.

He frowned, "But didn't you say he was only four years old?"

"Is it impossible to be an emperor at the age of four?" Murong Xun asked with a smile.

He blinked, unable to refute.

"Well, it's pitiful to be your brother!" he sighed with sympathy.

Murong Xun smiled and kissed him, "I'm not for you."

From the moment he came out, he never thought about going back.

He wants to be with him for the rest of his life, never to be separated again.

"Thank you!" He looked at him movedly, moved that he did not give up looking for him, moved that he had been waiting for him, moved that he gave up everything for him.

"I should thank you, thank you for being alive." Murong Xun hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to embed him into his soul.

He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to really lose him, maybe he couldn't survive at all, even if he lived like a walking dead.

Feeling his full of love, his eyes were slightly red.

It's all worth it to have such a person who loves me in this life.

"At the beginning, who was that corpse you found?" Thinking of something, he looked at him and asked curiously.

Murong Xun narrowed his eyes and said, "It should be the man in white who was tied to the edge of the cliff by Shangguan Quanya."

This is what he thought of when he heard Xue Qingyan talk about the disappearance of the man later.

The man in white was specially recruited by Shangguan Quanya to pretend to be him, so he looks a lot like him in terms of body shape.

"It's him?" He nodded in a daze, and said again: "Then who brought me to the God Killing Continent?"

Murong Xun frowned, this was the question he had been thinking about all the time, who changed his clothes and things to the man in white, why did that man take him away, and make them all think he was dead. "When did your memory start? How did you become the high priest here?"