1716 You Are Ding Tingding

The crowd parted like the tide.

A person wearing a deep purple coat traced in a gold design walked over handsomely, his wide sleeves aflutter.

He was as exquisite as jade. He had long hair, and his bewitching eyes were striking.

There was originally a distant smile on his handsome face, but his icy expression froze when he met Qiao Mu's eyes. He then instantly revealed a radiant smile.

"Qiaoqiao!" That person swept his sleeves before quickly walking up to Qiao Mu. He then beamed at her and said, "It's such a surprise to meet you here. Say, is this called meeting a thousand kilometers away if there is fate?"

Qiao Mu observed the man in front of her expressionlessly and backed away imperceptibly, increasing the distance between them. "Who are you."

"Qiaoqiao, I'll be heartbroken if you say that." The man gazed at her pitifully as if tears were about to spill from his eyes. He even pulled open his collar and gestured, "Look, the mark you left here hasn't worn away yet! How could you just forget me like that? I'm so heartbroken, Qiaoqiao. You trampled all over my sincerity. It really hurts!"

Qiao Mu's icy gaze settled on a faint sword scar below his collarbone.

That was an injury caused by her hand.

"You are Ding Tingding." This should be Ding Tingding's true appearance.

She had already lost count of how many times he had switched his appearance.

There was the snake beauty and the lad with the iron wok. He had also hurt her mom in order to act as her mom so as to deceive her.

Would this kind of person actually have sincerity?

What freakin' kind of sincerity could this prodigal who tirelessly frequented the pleasure quarters have?

So, don't be joking!

Qiao Mu gazed at him coldly without a ripple or hint of warmth in her eyes, as if she were looking at an icy corpse.

"Qiaoqiao, how could you look at me like that." The man clutched his chest in affected grief. "It hurts so much. Qiaoqiao is actually looking at me like I am a dead man. Do you want me to go die that much."

"If I said I wished for it, would you go die?" Qiao Mu's callous voice instantly made everyone hold their breaths.

Cult Master Ding's gaze settled on the little lady's frosty face, and he was unable to utter a sound.

"Qiaoqiao, you've really forgotten, forgotten everything, right?" Cult Master Ding sighed lightly, and the light radiating from his eyes slowly dulled, leaving only a black darkness.

Qiao Mu couldn't help but be startled, causing her to look at him with knitted brows.

She naturally knew now that when she had been afflicted by the rapid cultivation curse, she had interacted with him for one day? Two days?

She didn't remember at all.

But did he have to look at her with such a sorrowful expression?

They originally weren't too familiar with each other. What was the use of pretending to be so close?

Cult Master Ding's depressed mood came and left quickly, and his eyes instantly glowed brightly again. That moment of dejection passed by so quickly that it was basically unnoticeable.

Qiao Mu naturally did not discover that Duanmu Qing was the only person who noticed Cult Master Ding's change in mood.

Duanmu Qing did not know why he felt that Qiaoqiao's icy expression right now was abnormally terrifying.

That indifferent expression that read "you are clearly a stranger, so why pretend to be familiar and pester me" made him feel so stifled.

"Qiaoqiao, have you also come to take part in the tournament?"

"I can't?" Qiao Mu cast him a cold look.

"You can, you can. Of course you can."