After the words fell, their eyes met, and for a while there was silence with no other sounds. Only the heartbeats and breathing of the two people formed a beautiful melody.

At this moment, Xi Yanhuo and Pu Yue both saw the gratitude, love and distress in each other's eyes. The two people, who were originally lonely, warmed each other at this moment and gave each other warmth that they could absorb.

For a long time, Xi Yanhuo held Pu Yue in the same posture, and the oil-paper umbrella beside him emitted a dense light.

Pu Yue nestled in Xi Yanhuo's arms and looked into the distance. Although she could not see clearly or could not see, she looked at it with an extremely serious attitude of respect, just because that place was once the home of Xi Yanhuo.

However, doubts appeared in Pu Yue's dark eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help but said: "Fireworks, I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not."

At this moment, Xi Yanhuo had calmed down and returned to his former self. Hearing that Pu Yue had doubts, he nodded and said, "If you have any doubts, just ask!"

"Back then, when you were so young, how did you know that it was Jun Huang who ordered the massacre of the West City? And why did he do such a heartless thing? What secrets are hidden in this?"

Pu Yue's three questions in succession made Xi Yanhuo extremely stunned.

He carefully recalled what happened back then, and his mind went blank. The only memory he had was that he knew that Emperor Xiyue was the murderer of the city massacre. He didn't know the details at all, and he had been tracing what happened back then for so many years, but he never found it.

reason!

For a long time, Xi Yanhuo's picturesque face was filled with confusion, and his thin lips moved lightly, "I don't know!"

As he finished speaking, Xi Yanhuo realized for the second time that he seemed to have lost a lot of things. So much so that whenever he thought about the past, his memory was completely blank.

Pu Yue frowned, "You don't know the reason, so how can you be so sure that Emperor Xiyue is the murderer of the massacre?"

Pu Yue's words were like a thunderclap in his mind, making him realize that he really seemed to have forgotten something important. He still remembered the first time he was confused, and he didn't think much about it when he couldn't figure it out.

was troubled. But now he had to face up to this problem, because he wanted to know the reason why Xicheng was massacred.

At that moment, Xi Yanhuo turned his head and looked at the blazing light beside him. The only one who could solve his doubts now was the blazing person who had been with him for more than ten years...

Qingjun's brows furrowed slightly, and Xi Yanhuo's thin lips moved slightly, "Zhilie, do you know what happened back then?"

Pu Yue frowned, and the doubts in her heart were growing wildly. She had felt something was wrong before, but she put it aside for the time being because she really couldn't figure it out. But now that she thinks about it more and more, she feels that something is wrong.

Her intuition told her that the strangeness of the Western Fireworks was definitely inextricably linked to the fiery oil-paper umbrella, and it was still unclear whether all of this was a plot.

The black eyes darkened and became colder. Pu Yue looked at the bloody oil-paper umbrella, waiting for it to answer with Xi Yanhuo.

However, it took a long time to wait.

They saw the light on the body of the oil-paper umbrella flashing for several times and then suddenly disappearing. Then the oil-paper umbrella gradually turned transparent and disappeared in front of their eyes.

hiss……
Chapter completed!