"Yue family?" Zhuge Mingkong was a little surprised. Then she looked at Rong Yu carefully and said with some doubts: "Your smile never changes forever. Although you are always smiling, sometimes I want to beat you, but you

Now that I don’t laugh anymore, I feel a little panicked.”

As he spoke, Zhuge Mingkong touched the corners of Rong Yu's mouth with his hand, and pulled the corners of his mouth up a little.

Rong Yujing looked at her, his eyes as deep as an abyss, then he reached out and grabbed Zhuge Mingkong's hands that were moving around his lips, and took a step back.

"I think you must have mistakenly admitted that I am not the Rong Yu you said." Rong Yu said, his voice as cold as ice in winter.

"What?" Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment, and then she stepped forward and grabbed his hand. She saw that there were no scars on the jade-skinned palm, and it was indeed not Rong Yu.

"Who are you? How come you have this face?" Zhuge Ming looked at this young man who looked exactly like Rong Yu and asked coldly.

At this time, the young man's hand suddenly raised, and a white smoke surrounded his hand. In an instant, his face changed. It was stunningly enchanting and magnificent. That face belonged to Zhuge Mingkong.

"This is spiritual magic?" Zhuge Mingkong understood it in an instant, but then she didn't understand again: "Why do you want to change Rong Yu? Where is your own face?"

At this time, the young man's face changed back to Rong Yu's, and then his red lips slowly uttered three words: "Ugly."

Okay! People have said this, what else can she say?

Then, she realized the problem and immediately asked: "When did you see Rong Yu?"

"Today." The boy didn't say a word at all.

Zhuge Mingkong had a headache. She was not very good at dealing with people whose silence was golden. However, now that he was the only one left, could he go out and find Rong Yu and the others? Now, it all depends on this young man.

"Um, do you know that blue thick fog, the one that has the effect of enchantment?" Zhuge Ming had a headache thinking about the previous scene in the thick fog, and at this moment, she decided that what had happened there just now

Everything is a dream.

"Know."

"Then do you know how to get there?" Zhuge Mingkong asked again.

"Know."

"How to go back?" Zhuge Mingkong asked again, the corners of his mouth twitching unconsciously.

"Walk back."

"How to go?"

"Walk with your feet."

"..."

After listening to the young man's answer, Zhuge Mingkong immediately pinched the young man's face with both hands and said in a somewhat frantic manner: "Are you sure you are not Rong Yu? If not him, why would you make me so angry?"

The young man looked at the girl in front of him, with delicate features, a tangled expression, and helplessness in her deep eyes. The slightly painful touch on his face was mixed with the warmth of her fingers, and the gentle fragrance came from the slightly approaching body.

"You are not a girl from the Zongzheng clan, are you? There seems to be no girl among the ten families who likes to pinch people's faces." The young man spoke with a cold voice.

Zhuge Mingkong knew what he meant, squeezed it hard and then let go.

The young man's fingers brushed over the painful area pinched by Zhuge Mingkong, and then he reached out to Zhuge Mingkong and pinched her face hard.

"What are you doing?" Zhuge Mingkong immediately took a step back and avoided the young man's hand, but there was still a slight pain on his face.

"Reciprocity is reciprocal." The young man uttered four words softly, with a quiet tone.
Chapter completed!