In the midst of conversation.
Suddenly, in the depths of winter, Xu Changqing, holding the Cloud Tomb Fan, circled around and stood in front of Fu Molan.
Fu Molan's eyelid twitched. What a coincidence, why did she run into this guy? However, she remembered that she had already taken the Disguise Pill, so the other party should not recognize her. Besides, it's been decades since they last met.
Therefore, she calmly said:
"Fellow daoist, you must have mistaken me for someone else."
Xu Changqing blinked.
Looking closely.
He really couldn't remember who she was. After all, he had met many women, but those who could compare with the one before him were less than a handful.
With a snap.
Xu Changqing closed the Cloud Tomb Fan.
He clasped his hands and bowed:
