The Past Life 167

Such words made her who heard it for the first time warm.

She suddenly thought of Di Ming's lonely and sad figure just now and let out a soft sigh.

"Let's go..."

She and Di Ming… It was impossible to see each other again in the future.

"Mm."

Nan Changfeng raised his hand and brushed the Ninth Emperor's hair gently.

His gaze made the Ninth Emperor's heart warm. She turned around but did not look at the young man's eyes, afraid that she would fall for him deeply.

The day was already late. Dongfang Yu and Tian Xuan rushed back as well, all standing next to the Ninth Emperor.

The others had probably gone back to Cloud Mountain, and now they were the only ones left, so the Ninth Emperor did not hesitate too much and walked ahead.

Nan Changfeng walked beside the Ninth Emperor, and the other two followed her, and they all left.

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At this moment, in Cloud Mountain, it was the day of the triennial election again.