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He really doesn't know? Falling Moon has doubts.

"The son of a shrine maiden, the emperor's favorite. I have an exact face like you...... It's just that half of it has been destroyed, and it can only be shown in masks. Luoyue said.

When he heard the previous sentence, Garan didn't feel anything, but when he heard that the second half was destroyed, his body moved slightly sideways.

Then there was a long silence.

Luoyue saw that there was a play, so she continued: "It's a pity that the witch man is not favored by his mother, but he is not as good as the child he picked up, and she almost killed him with her own hands several times, that unreasonable hatred may be because of you." ”

"Could it be that you have abandoned the old and loved the new, which made the witch put all her hatred on the witch man, he has borne the insult and torture for you for so many years, this child, it is really pitiful, fortunately he is resourceful and can be saved." Luo Yue added his own imagination and said slowly.

"You are the daughter of a goddess, why don't you have a face like a goddess?" Garan finally calmed down after a while, and it seemed that he really didn't know about the shrine man.

And he, again, cleverly changed the topic and stopped mentioning himself.

"This is one of my experiences, and it is also something that cannot be chosen, I can't help myself, you must have had such an experience." Luoyue looked at Zi Nian, fortunately, in the ancient tomb, he met this little tomb robber, and he was able to look back with a smile, which was a real relief.

"It's good that the goddess is still alive, I should have known that she will definitely be alive......" When Garan laughed, it was beautiful enough for all beings to be turned upside down.

As if the goddess was right in front of her eyes, looking at the setting moon, she had seen half of it.

His face floated with the joy of his heart, which was more like love, and the falling moon knew the joy of love.

"Garan, tell me." Luoyue deliberately took out the tone of a goddess.

Touched his heart.

"I used to be a childhood sweetheart with the goddess, the two have no guesses, and when they become adults, they are even more happy with each other, and they cherish each other, but they were inserted into a kick by the witch, the origin of the two of them comes from the two wings of the same ancient phoenix, so the two of them are exactly the same, if it is not for the heart of the soul, it is difficult to distinguish." Saying this, Garan sighed and looked at the witch word on his wrist again.

"The witch was interested in me, but the flowers were ruthless, and after I refused, I thought she had given up this thought, but I didn't expect her to overhear me talking to the goddess, disguised as a goddess, and deceived my inner essence." Garan said indifferently about his shame.

"You mean she slept in the same bed with you? And then there was a witch boy? Luoyue saw what he said implicitly.

"Yes. There is essence in the belly, and after I found out that I was deceived that night, I used my spiritual power to destroy the essence, but I was stopped by the witch and fled...... I always thought it wouldn't survive, but I couldn't think of ......," Garan said.

Half of his face was ruined, but it turned out to be a gift from his biological father.

"When I looked for the goddess again, I saw her last face, and her soul flew away in the air, all of which was also given by the witch of defeat...... "Garan always remembered that day, he wanted to grasp something, but in vain, his hands were in the air, the whole person became empty, and his heart seemed to have nothing left, everything followed her eternal annihilation between heaven and earth, completely scattered......

"There is no greater grief than the death of my heart, and then I escaped to the underworld, and since then I have lived incognito, deceiving my life......" Garan has already told his story.

All.

Although it is only a few words, but every word is beautiful, the falling moon can feel the heartache and heart death that Jialan has had, the catastrophe and the ashes, and now the faint joy in the heart, shallow joy and deep love.

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