Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 1161: I love you

The high priest raised his eyebrows and said: "I have been a high priest since I can remember, and I have always been a high priest in my memory, it seems that I have been a high priest for a long, long time..."

He paused again as he spoke, "But I can't remember the past, maybe you have misunderstood the person, I am really the old monster they talk about."

When he said this, his heart tightened suddenly.

He is a little afraid of this assumption, not because he is afraid that he is an old monster, but because he is afraid that the person he is looking for is not him.

Knowing what he was afraid of, Murong Xun hugged him tightly, took a deep breath and said, "Don't think wildly, you are Yun Shaoning, I will not admit my mistake."

How could he mistake him? He can be sure that he is Yun Shaoning just by looking at his back.

"But I don't have a plum blossom mole on my shoulder." The high priest pulled down his clothes, exposing his left shoulder.

He remembered that he said that Yun Shaoning had a red mole on his shoulder, but he didn't.

Murong Xun touched his smooth and white shoulders, and said with a wry smile: "You can even increase your cultivation so much, what else can't be done by them."

His plum blossom red mole may have been put on the man in white by them long ago. After all, the red mole is too real to be fake.

The high priest was stunned, he didn't expect him to be so firm that he was the person he was looking for.

"You have to trust me, I won't mistake someone, you are Yun Shaoning." Seeing his surprised eyes, Murong Xun said firmly.

The high priest raised his eyebrows, he naturally hoped that he was Yun Shaoning, otherwise he would be sad if he found the real Yun Shaoning in the future, and he would also be sad if he recognized the wrong person.

"Did I have a bad cultivation before?" Thinking of what he just said, he asked again.

Murong Xun laughed, "Yes, your cultivation level is indeed not high, but your current cultivation level is much higher than mine."

Speaking of this, Murong Xun is a bit sad.

In the past, he always protected him, but now it's the other way around. It seems that I have to continue to practice hard, otherwise it would be too unreasonable.

The high priest was a little surprised, perhaps because he had always cultivated at a high level and was used to being above everyone else, it was really hard for him to imagine what it would be like when his cultivation was poor.

"I didn't like martial arts before, so what do I like?"

He is still very curious about his past, especially when he talked so much about the two of them. According to him, he should have been a happy person before. Status is also quite good, at least he is happy.

"You like formations."

As he spoke, Murong Xun took out the soaked formation book from his bosom.

The high priest took the book of formations and looked at it. Although the book had been soaked in water, he could still read it clearly.

"I have kept this book all the time. I chose it for you when I went to the Sutra Pavilion, and you have always carried it with you."

The high priest looked through and felt that these formations seemed familiar.

"I can display the above formations now!" Murong Xun said suddenly, as if he wanted to ask for praise.

The high priest asked in surprise, "Do you like formations too?"

Murong Xun smiled lightly, looked at him seriously, "I like you."

He can be regarded as loving the house, he doesn't like formations, and he doesn't understand formations, but since he left, he has been studying formations every day, he studies what he likes, and does what he likes to do , loves his loved family.

The eye sockets of the high priest turned red, and he kissed him on his lips in a rewarding manner.

"I love you!" Murong Xun murmured affectionately, deepening the kiss.

He is not a person who is good at expressing his ideas, but he has experienced so much, he wants to express.

Because during the thousands of days and nights when he was not around, what he said and did to him was not enough for him to recall.

So he will talk to him a lot and do a lot of things in the future, and he doesn't want to remember it alone.

The warmth of the two warmed up the cool night.

For several days in a row, the two of them stuck together, planting flowers together, going down together, and arranging formations together.

"Does this flower really not need to be watered?" Murong Xun held a pot that had just been planted and looked at the high priest.

The high priest smiled and wiped his sweat, "No need to water, this flower is drought-tolerant."

This is a desert, and flowers that need watering can't survive at all, so he cultivated these drought-tolerant flowers that don't need watering.

Seeing him wipe the mud on his face, Murong Xun couldn't help laughing.

"Do you often turn into a big face like this?"

Murong Xun smiled and gently wiped his face with a handkerchief.

The high priest smiled and wiped his face with his muddy hands, "You are also a painted face."

Murong Xun glared at him, and gave him the handkerchief, "Wipe it for me."

He didn't refuse, took the handkerchief and wiped it on him indiscriminately, which made his face even dirtier.

"Hahaha, this is really a painted face." Looking at his painted face, he suddenly became happy.

"You're still laughing!"

Murong Xun hugged him into his arms and kissed his peach-like lips.

He hooked his neck with a smile and responded enthusiastically.

Under his training for the past few days, he is much more proficient than before.

After a deep kiss, his body was as soft as a pool of spring water.

Murong Xun hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's take these flower seeds back and plant them in our bamboo house later, shall we?"

He chuckled, "Of course, if we live there, I want to plant flowers in that valley."

"That must be beautiful." Murong Xun imagined the valley in the future, his eyes full of longing.

The high priest also thought about the beautiful valley he described, raised his eyes and said longingly, "I suddenly want to go there and have a look."

He wanted to see their secret hut, the place where they would live in the future, because he said it was so beautiful.

Murong Xun kissed his forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "There will be opportunities in the future."

They will live there forever.

Nanfeng Qi stood outside the greenhouse, watching the intimate interaction between the two with red eyes, his fists were almost crushed.

It took him a long time to turn around angrily.

"How's the investigation going?" Nanfeng Qi looked at the palace man kneeling in front of him with a dark look.

The palace man lowered his eyes and reported, "The disciple found out that the flower slave is the emperor of Yunjing Zixiao Kingdom. He used to have a lover and our high priest..."

Looking at Nanfeng Qi's back, the palace man hesitated to speak.

"Say!"

Nan Feng turned around and said sharply.

"Exactly the same as the high priest, this is the portrait of that person." The palace man bit the bullet and sent the portrait.

Nanfeng Qi grabbed the portrait and opened it. When he saw the person in the portrait, his face turned pale instantly.

Unprecedented fear and panic swept his heart, he stared at the person in the portrait, and suddenly tore the portrait into pieces like crazy. Seeing this, the palace servant was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe out.