"Xi'er!" Ji Mingyu rushed forward like lightning, and hugged the girl into his arms.
The anxiety, panic and irritability that had just been waiting for more than two hours all disappeared without a trace at this moment.
However, as soon as he hugged her, Ji Mingyu felt something was wrong.
Because of the cold poison on his body, Ji Mingyu's body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people.
Usually when he hugged Xi Yue, he could always feel the vibrant warmth from the girl.
But at this moment, the girl's body was hugged into her arms, still soft and delicate, but cold to the bone.
Ji Mingyu let go of Xi Yue slightly and looked down, only to see a pale and bloodless little face, his color suddenly changed, "Xi'er, what happened? Why is your face so pale?"
Xi Yue looked up at him, with a familiar face, familiar affection and concern, but everything that made her heart warm and soft in the past was like a sharp knife cutting her heart little by little.
Seeing such a lost girl, Ji Mingyu became more and more worried, so he wanted to grab her hand and pour spiritual power into it.
Xi Yue withdrew her hand, but kept looking at him for a moment.
The eye sockets were hot and red, and the chapped lips were slightly parted, and a hoarse voice came out, "Ji Mingyu, I want to ask you a question, please don't lie to me, okay?"
Ji Mingyu's heart twitched inexplicably, and he said quickly: "Xi'er, I said I would never lie to you again."
"Is the cold poison on your body the bleeding marrow ice prison?"
Ji Mingyu's face changed slightly, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly. He tried his best to keep his voice calm, and nodded: "Yes!"
Xi Yue took a deep breath, and continued to ask: "I heard that only the root of wood can be detoxified in the Ice Prison of Flowing Marrow. If there is no root of wood to detoxify, people who have been poisoned by the cold poison of the Ice Prison of Flowing Marrow will live for at most a hundred years and their souls will freeze and shatter." But before that, the source of wood has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me how you survived?"
Ji Mingyu let go of Xi Yue's hand, his face became paler than Xi Yue's, and deep fear floated in his always cold and quiet eyes, which were still red like burning.
Seeing Ji Mingyu's reaction, Xi Yue's heart tightened for a while, she took a step back, looked up at the man's face, and continued to ask word by word: "Ji Mingyu, you said you are Nangongyu, forgetting the past is just Because of amnesia. I used to trust you wholeheartedly, so I never asked, I would rather wait for you to remember and tell me, than to investigate and suspect."
"But now, I want to know, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me what is the relationship between you and Nangong Yu?"
"Obviously in Miluo Continent, he has all the records from birth to death. He is a real person. And you have lived in Siam for tens of thousands of years. Your life trajectories do not overlap at all. Why are you two? the same person?"
Ji Mingyu's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his heart, which was still hot a few hours ago, was icy cold at this moment.
Xi Yue knows!
Xi Yue finally found out!
The truth that he tried his best to hide, the truth that he was afraid that Xi Yue would know even in his dreams, was it finally discovered
Ji Mingyu opened his mouth, his voice trembling inexplicably, "Xi'er, everything about Nangong Yu is over, let's forget about them and start over, okay?"