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Pann Xiaoman's gaze descended onto his face. He couldn't help but be shocked again. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and even his chin was about to fall off.

God!

He … Wasn't he writing ink?

He had thick eyebrows, a high nose, thin lips, and a slightly upturned mouth. He had a face with a cold, hard, sharp profile, a look of indifference, but also a little haughtiness.

Pann Xiaoman stared at him blankly.

It was no wonder that she felt that the figure of the yellow-robed man sitting in the great hall was very familiar. She even felt that the gaze he gave her at that moment was as if he was shocked.

So it was Lian Mo, this fellow who deserved to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

Pann Xiaoman hadn't thought that both she and Lian Mo would have crossed over to the same dynasty and met again. What was even more unexpected to Pann Xiaoman was that Lian Mo had actually become the Emperor of the Nine Five Supremes, while she had actually married him and became one of the many women in his imperial harem.

This was probably what it meant by 'enemies don't get together'.

After staring blankly for a long time, she ran over and stood in front of him. She loudly called out his name. "Lian Mo —"

Lian Mo's body seemed to tremble slightly — — It was unknown if he was trembling or if he was not. It seemed that Pann Xiaoman was seeing things. He only expressionlessly looked at her with a pair of dark, sparkling eyes, motionless. His gaze was very cold, as cold as ice, with an unfathomable depth of cold light.

Pann Xiaoman called out to him again, "Lian Mo!"

Lian Mo did not say a word and continued to stare at her coldly, as if he did not recognize her.

This cold attitude infuriated Pann Xiaoman. She immediately put her hands on her hips and cursed loudly like a shrew, "Lian Mo, don't tell me you're blind and didn't see me? What the heck are you acting so arrogantly for? What the hell do you mean? Lian Mo, do you know how much I hate you? If it weren't for you, would I have come to this crappy place? "

Lian Mo acted as if he didn't hear her words and only coldly stared at her for a long time. Then, he no longer paid attention to her and turned his gaze away and lowered his head.

He … He was — fuck, he was holding a book as thick as a brick, staring intently at it, oblivious to everything that was going on outside the window.

Pann Xiaoman called out again, "Hey —"

Lian Mo still ignored her, turned a deaf ear to her, and read his book.

Pann Xiaoman shouted again, "Hey! "Hey, hey, hey —"

Even Mo acted like a wooden puppet, not reacting at all. This caused Pann Xiaoman to be puzzled. She had fainted. How could this fellow be so indifferent to her? Was he Lian Mo?

His body's five senses were exactly the same as Lian Mo's, except that his age wasn't quite right. In the modern world, Lian Mo was almost 26 years old, but the current him looked like he was only 20 – which wasn't very strange. In the modern world, Pann Xiaoman was only 19 years old.

Pann Xiaoman stood in front of this guy who looked like Lian Mo.

He had his hands on his hips, his head on one side, his eyes wide open as he looked him up and down. If this person was Lian Mo, then even if he had a deep grudge with her in the modern age — — Pah pah pah, what deep grudge could he have against her? It was her hatred towards him that was real.

Really!

However, no matter what, he should have let go of all his grudges and feelings just like her. He should have met someone he knew in the imperial court with tears in his eyes, right?

Faint, is he Lian Mo?

Or was he just an ancient man who looked exactly like Lianmo?