"I believe everything you say." The man's eyes sparkled, like the vast blue sky after the rain.

Ming Luo's heart skipped a beat and a blush appeared on her cheeks. It was really unfair for this man to have Ye Zhihan's face.

However, the man's seriousness lasted only two seconds. A hint of teasing flashed in his eyes. He lifted Mingluo's hand, which was tightly held by him, and asked, "What can a little girl like you possibly lie to me about? Are you trying to trick me into taking advantage of you?"

Ming Luo quickly let go of the man's hand, scratched his head sheepishly, and said awkwardly: "You and Ye Zhihan are too different."

"Ye Zhihan?" The man was obviously stunned.

"Yes, he is the person who looks exactly like you. He is also a shadow demon." Mingluo explained.

"It turns out that ten thousand years later, my name is Ye Zhihan, but now my name is Ye Han, you have to remember that." The man smiled again.

"Ten thousand years later? You mean, Ye Zhihan is you ten thousand years later? But weren't you sealed in the ancient war?" Ming Luo asked curiously.

"Ancient War? Will I lose the duel with Ruiyue in ten days?" Ye Han obviously didn't want to believe this ending.

"I don't know either..." Ming Luo originally wanted to ask the person involved directly about the situation of the ancient war, but now it seems that Ye Han is completely unaware of it.

"It's okay. I've lived for so long, it's time to take a rest." Ye Han stood with his hands behind his back, looking handsome and elegant, with a cold look between his thin lips.

"How can that be possible!" Ming Luo retorted quickly.

"Aren't you reluctant?" Ye Han asked.

"It's not me, it's Ming Luoxing. She will definitely not be willing to let go." Ming Luo said in a panic. For some reason, although Ye Han and Ye Zhihan had completely different personalities, she felt that Ye Han and Ye Zhihan were the same person.

"Xiao Luo she..." Before Ye Han finished speaking, Ming Luo's consciousness began to gradually blur. She flew out of Ming Luoxing's body visibly, and Ye Han's voice became more and more ethereal.

When he opened his eyes, Mingluo was lying on the furry little tiger, his whole body aching, holding the small round mirror given by Yehan in his hand.