"Of course you've met her, and you were quite close, but unfortunately you'll never know her again from now on."
Upon hearing this, Ming Huashang revealed a cruel sneer. Of course, he knew what Shi Wuxie meant. Jun Feijue and Li Qingyi looked exactly alike, so Shi Wuxie was naturally familiar with them.
"I'm not close to her."
However, Shi Wuxie shook his head firmly, "I remember I haven't known her for very long, at most I've met her a few times."
"Heh, I didn't expect you to be so heartless. However, you are a little monster, which fits the description quite well."
Upon hearing this, Ming Huashang said with a mocking expression, "I wonder what Jun Feijue will think after hearing your words."
"You are not a nobleman..."
"Bang bang bang..."
Shi Wuxie, who had been looking completely bewildered, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing the name, and then his heart began to race.
He recognized the name!
"Yes, Jun Feijue."
Ming Huashang said nonchalantly, then reached out and gently stroked one of the paintings, saying, "If you hadn't lost your memory, you would definitely say that the person in this painting is Jun Feijue, right?"
"no!"
Originally, Ming Huashang intended to mock Shi Wuxie, but to his surprise, after hearing this, Shi Wuxie immediately and decisively retorted, "She is not Jun Feijue!"
"you…"
Upon hearing this, Ming Huashang was suddenly stunned, "Hahahaha..."
Then he burst into wild laughter, but as he laughed, his eyes turned bloodshot.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it's not Jun Feijue, it's not the same person, they are not the same person at all."
Shi Wuxie's answer felt like a sharp sword had been plunged into Ming Huashang's heart, causing him excruciating pain.
Why did he mistake one person for another, while Shi Wuxie, who had lost his memory, could clearly distinguish between the two?
"Yi'er...I'm sorry..."
Ming Huashang reached out and touched Li Qingyi's portrait, not even thinking about why Shi Wuxie could deny it so confidently, but simply immersed himself in his own grief.
"Who is Jun Feijue?"
At this moment, Shi Wuxie spoke again, "Do you know her? I think she must be very important to me."
"How can you be so sure you recognized her? Do you really like that wicked woman that much?"
Ming Huashang suddenly looked up, staring coldly at Shi Wuxie, then suddenly reached out and touched his chest. "And I actually mistook Yi'er for someone else. This is not fair, not fair!"
"Gurgle..."
The moment Ming Huashang's fingers reached out, Shi Wuxie felt his blood churning violently, as if something very important was being stripped from his body.
"No...no!"
This unknown panic made Shi Wuxie forget the Night King's previous instructions. He reached out and tightly grasped Ming Huashang's hand, trying to interrupt his spellcasting.
"Whoosh..."
However, Ming Huashang gave him no chance to break free. His originally solid body suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, tightly enveloping Shi Wuxie.
"ah…"
Shi Wuxie screamed shrilly, trying to break free, but all he could see was endless darkness, which made him lose his target.
"Gurgle..."
Meanwhile, the chilling sound of blood churning in his chest grew increasingly intense!
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