The Destiny of Love in Ancient Times
Han Baimo Knows Everything

THE ATMOSPHERE INSIDE the box slightly dropped by a few degrees. Although Gu Yihao did not point at his dislike on the surface, but his heart was upset. He looked at Han Baimo with his eagle eyes that were capable of cutting through bones, making the white-cloaked man creep.

"What are you doing?" gu Yihao asked her.

Han Baimo instantly returned to his original position and coughed awkwardly. It's embarrassing to be caught right now. "none. Why are you blaming me, not your fiancee? Who knows if your fiancee is interested in me" he replied with a smile.

But Gu Yihao was not angry and instead sneered at her. "I know what Mao'er looks like. The man who could make all women kneel like me still did not attract Mao'er. Especially you who look small white everywhere. You're even more suspicious."

"..." - ".Han Baimo who heard it felt like he was going to vomit blood. The man was too direct to touch his pain point all along.

The xiaobai? Does he look like a gentle little white man like a woman? Thought Han Baimo felt stained. He was a real man, handsome and also looked holy. What beauty can she not find? Of course it was only Qing Mao. Only that girl could not be tempted by him. It's depressing.

Qing Mao was like a girl who had just been caught cheating. Yet quickly his expression turned relaxed and indifferent. He said nothing more than discussing the little thing earlier and was alone for some reason.

Gu Yihao did not hold it back this time. Watching the girl disappear from his sight, he frowned. He sat down and looked at Han Baimo suspiciously.

"What did you guys just talk about? Really serious?" tanyakanya.

"No. It's just a few small greetings. Ansihao ... Your girl is completely different this time," Han Baimo replied not as awkward as before but her words were serious.

"He remains my Mao'er" he said.

"As far as you." Han Baimo already knew that Qing Mao was pretending not to remember past events. But the girl doesn't remember herself, it's sad. "What are you going to do this time? Looking for Gu Wei?"

"What do you think?"

"Your red jade ring has no guards like me or Qing Mao. You should be better than me, right?" Han Baimo sipped his tea leisurely.

The red jade ring had no guardian spirit like the white jade ring and the green jade. As for Gu Wei as the guardian spirit of the black jade ring that was capable of self-control, it was almost the same as the ring that Gu Yihao wore.

The difference, Gu Yihao controlled the red jade ring and purified the aura within it so that it fused with the body. But now Gu Yihao had just opened up the memories of many previous lives. During his time in Baicheng country, Han Baimo helped him to purify the aura of the red jade ring.

Although it didn't take many days to purify the aura, the fact was that Gu Yihao had been in Baicheng country for quite a while. On the other hand, Han Baimo was happy that Gu Yihao was reborn and had memories. But on the other hand, he was worried about Gu Yihao's fate with Qing Mao.

"I told the girl about how to eliminate Gu Wei forever from this world," Han Baimo said slightly open.

Gu Yihao frowned slightly. "Didn't I warn you not to say anything strange to her?" His face became dark. Was that Han Baimo teasing her?

"Yihao, don't forget .. in the future, neither you nor he will be involved in a fight with Gu Wei. This time Gu Wei was still hiding which signified that the time was not yet right. Because of that, we have to look for him to start first so that he is not ready," Han Baimo explained full of rough calculations in his heart.

Since Qing Mao already knew his identity, Han Baimo did not need to hesitate too much to begin with. In their first life era, Qing Mao was a country beauty as well as a talented woman, had high cultivation as well as captivated Gu Yihao.

From time to time, it never changes. But as time went on, Qing Mao and Gu Yihao experienced reincarnation over and over again and the old memories of ancient life faded, then sealed. One of the things that were able to trigger their memories was simply coming into contact with the debris of their history.

But ... Han Baimo had not asked Qing Mao before about how she could restore all her own original memories?

Han Baimo touched the white jade on the ring he was wearing, looking to think and see the past. But baby, everything's foggy everywhere. The fate of this Gu Yihao and Qing Mao was always unfathomable. One thing he knows ... Qing Mao looked relaxed at this moment.

Shouldn't the girl start looking for Gu Wei or help to build at the last moment? But why is this time so weird? Not to mention ... Qing Mao did not look like a reborn girl in this age. As if, that girl was from another world?

What happened this time, Han Baimo was completely confused.

"What plans make you think so hard?" Gu Yihao's voice woke him up from all the confusion.

The man smiled. "I just want to know what the girl's place is like?"

"Why are you asking this trivial question when we are discussing other issues?

"I just want to know ... Was Qing Mao really reborn in this age?" his tan did not care about Gu Yihao's indifferent face.

There was silence for a while. Gu Yihao who was holding the cup stiffened slightly and looked at Han Baimo with an astonished expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, just wondering."

Next time, Han Baimo had to go to the girl's house and see if there was anything unusual. After all, Qing Mao was not a theory like a meek and considerate girl

The figure of the girl was trained, her eyes emitting an aura of firmness and filled with confidence. He had always felt that this time around, Gu Wei and Qing Mao's fight would be a little more interesting.

As for the girl at the moment, not knowing what the two were talking about ....

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Qing Mao returned home and saw Hyou was in a daze at the entrance. Don't know what's going on. He frowned and approached her.

"What are you thinking?" tanyakanya.

"Master, you're back," Hyou said more politely this time.

Qing Mao became astonished. Hyou was rarely polite to her at home. Although the two were master-servant relations, Qing Mao was also not a master who demanded many things. In reality, he was like being nurtured by this man.

"Is there something?" Qing Mao sat in the living room and asked the waiter to make a glass of orange juice for her.