Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

After struggling for a while, he said solemnly:

"Xin, maybe you really made a mistake, right?"

Serum Hitomi was so moved that she was speechless and touched the world's top ten people!

He hurriedly climbed down the ladder, nodding hurriedly.

Putting down the cup in his hand, he took out a glazed hairpin from his jacket pocket and handed it to Yuan Xi who had already walked in front of him.

Yuan Xi looked at the glass hairpin in perfect condition in front of him in surprise, laughed a little, and said:

"It's alright! It's okay, this hairpin is pretty good. Wouldn't it be a pity to give it to someone who doesn't wear it? Hurry up and accept it yourself."

Serum Hitomi was about to explain when she heard the young man's smiling voice:

"Xiaoqingtong, I didn't even want it back then, so you can keep it, Xi. This hairpin is a spiritual tool that can be transformed into a jade bone fan, but unfortunately I don't need it, tsk..."

Yuanxi looked at the hairpin handed over by the girl again, and since the master said so, she no longer grumbled.

Immediately took it down, and said in a refreshing voice:

"Thank you."

Serum pupil also slightly bent the corner of his eyes, looking at Yuan Xi's face, he suddenly said in a clear voice:

"By the way, young master, this... The young lady may be one of the fortune-tellers of the Tan tribe."

The young man pursed his lower lip and motioned for the latter to continue speaking.

Serum Hitomi nodded and continued:

"Before we fell out with the Nizu, I met several chief fortune-tellers of the Tan tribe, and one of them had the exact same face as her."

After organizing the language, he continued:

"Moreover, in her, I felt the breath of the people of the Tan clan."

Qiang Mo rubbed his brows. She was only a few years old at that time, and she had never seen other superfluous people.

With a cold light shining in his eyes, he asked lightly:

"Can you be sure?"

Serum Hitomi looked up at the girl again, and then said firmly:

"Can be sure."

Yuanxi frowned slightly, and suddenly asked:

"Mo... do you remember something?"

The corner of the boy's lips tickled lightly, revealing a sinister arc, and said in a thin and cool voice:

"Yes, I totally remember."

Yuanxi nodded, tapped his head, and tried to recall something, but he didn't seem to have grasped the only inspiration.

Somewhat frustrated, he rubbed his temples, Yuanxi took the water that Ye Su handed over, and the faint voice was mixed with a trace of displeasure:

"After playing, I still can't remember anything, except for the remaining familiarity...I don't remember anything..."

When Xue Xue Tong heard Yuan Xi's words, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why are they, all the important people in the three clans, miraculously gathered here together, and at the same time lost their memories...

terribly contemplative...

Qiang Mo pursed his lips and said in an indifferent voice:

"Don't worry, some memories... may not be good when you think about it, maybe... forgetting is the best choice..."

He lowered his eyes and lowered his eyes, and the **** scene in his mind lingered for a long time.

Her parents... Back then...

Forget it, what are you thinking about?

With a chuckle, he raised his eyes again and picked up the hot tea in front of him.

Serum Hitomi glanced at the boy worriedly, and was relieved to see the latter recover.

fine……

After all, that **** scene back then, she might not be able to accept it, let alone such a small child...