After I woke up, I became a sick and weak beauty

The gaffe was only a momentary thing, and the black-robed Demon Lord soon armed himself with an indifferent attitude.

He let out a sigh, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, but he was staring at Junqing, and the words he uttered could taste a bit of gnashing of teeth after listening carefully: "What trick do you want to play? Do you think that pretending to have amnesia can make me pretend nothing happened?"

Jun Qing frowned, the man in front of him was a whole head taller than him, the hand that pinched him was so hard that his chin felt raw pain from time to time, and his head was forced to be raised high, It made him feel uncomfortable.

Knowing that she could not fight against the man in front of her with her own strength, Jun Qing simply did not resist, and just quietly waited for the man to give up.

After looking at each other like this for a few seconds, Yu Changqing suddenly let go of his hand, and he clenched into a fist so hard that ferocious veins appeared on the back of his hand.

The expression of the person in front of him really does not seem to be fake.

That's right, someone as arrogant as him doesn't even bother to pretend to be himself...I'm afraid that even if the person in front of him doesn't have amnesia, he will only show a calm and indifferent expression when facing his questioning.

As Yu Changqing thought about it, his clenched nails sank deeper and deeper into the flesh, almost piercing his palm.

But how could he be willing? !

During the three hundred years of wandering in a barren land full of demonic energy, I tossed and turned day and night, thinking about the palm of that day. How could such a past be erased by a frivolous amnesia!

Yu Changqing raised his eyes with hatred, and saw the white fairy in front of him looking at him with calm eyes like a frozen lake in winter without a trace of waves, it was completely looking at a stranger's eyes.

Even though he has no memory now, and there is no spiritual fluctuation in his body, he still looks noble standing there.

It has been like that since before, no one dares to invade/invade the place where the immortal stands, and as long as he stands there, he will form a territory of his own.

At that time, Yu Changqing was also one of the many people who looked up at the back of the immortal, but now...

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The once unattainable existence like the bright moon in the sky is right in front of his eyes, within reach.

Jun Qing watched the man in front of him change his expression, before he could think about what to say, the other party said abruptly:

"Yu Changqing."

Junqing was a little dazed, as if he didn't understand the reason why he suddenly uttered these three words.

The black-clothed demon gave him a sideways look, and said, "This is my name, remember it."

Junqing:?

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Jun Qing suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a sense of imbalance under his feet. He subconsciously reached out to grab something to stabilize his figure, but what he got in his hand was a piece of silky cloth.

He blinked, and found that he was hugged horizontally by the man, and his hands were on the other's shoulders.

Yu Changqing weighed the young man in his arms quietly. The body in his hands was very light, and the body temperature that came through through a thin layer of fabric was not very warm, which made him frowned unconsciously.

He hugged Junqing and walked out. After he walked out, the door of the palace closed automatically, and the three layers of restraint opened again, locking the ice coffin inside.

From now on, he probably won't have to go back to this place again.

As soon as he went outside, Jun Qing obviously felt that the temperature had risen a lot. He shivered slightly, and drowsiness surged up with the warm feeling.

Jun Qing closed her eyes, did not force herself to wake up, and simply fell asleep.

Yu Changqing took two steps, and found the person in his arms was unexpectedly quiet, and then he lowered his head and couldn't help laughing—this person can still fall asleep, I don't know how crazy he is.

His mood only rose for a second, and soon fell again.

After all, the matter between him and Junqing is not over yet.

Yu Changqing saw that the subordinate who had notified him earlier was waiting there shivering. After seeing him, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he showed a flattering smile.

"Is there any room that is vacant?" Yu Changqing didn't notice that he subconsciously lowered his voice when he spoke.

The man's eyes paused in his arms, and then quickly withdrew as if being scorched by fire: "Wan, Wanchun Hall is still unoccupied..."

After getting the answer, Yu Changqing didn't say anything, just walked straight there. Just as the subordinate behind him wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a ball of fly ash and never existed in the world again. up.

Yu Changqing rubbed his fingers with a look of indifference—Junqing's existence is a secret, and it must not be revealed, so there must be no mistakes.

If those subordinates of the Immortal Venerable know that their lord has come back to life... Heh.

Naturally, he doesn't mind killing a few people with his fingers, but those people were all his colleagues in the past, and there were a few people who had good friendships among them. .

When he arrived at the empty palace, although no one lived in it all year round, it was still very clean. Yu Changqing put Junqing on the quilt. He lowered his eyes and saw the fine fluff on the young man's face, and Those pale lips.

Yu Changqing's eyes were slightly dark, and he stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch the two lips to see if they were as soft as he imagined, but when he raised his hand, he took it back again.

**

Junqing woke up in the sun.

He couldn't help rubbing his head sideways, his cheeks felt soft, and slowly opened his eyes, only to realize that he was lying on the soft quilt this time.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of flipping the pages of a book next to him, which caught his attention.

Jun Qing propped himself up and sat up slowly, feeling that his strength had recovered a lot, but the sense of powerlessness still haunted him like a gangrene.

"You're awake." The white-clothed doctor who had been sitting not far from the beginning closed the book in his hands, but there was an indifference in his beautiful peach eyes.

Junqing didn't answer immediately, but looked around first.

This is a very plainly furnished room, but the surrounding furnishings can be seen to be somewhat delicate and elegant.

Outside the window is a peach tree, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Jun Qing was slightly distracted looking at the beautiful flowers, but his mind was blank.

He forgets everything.

During the time when he was absent-minded, the man just waited in silence. After a long while, Jun Qing looked away and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

The doctor's expression was a little unclear: "How much do you remember?"

Jun Qing shook his head.

He paused, then said again: "...do you still remember your name, do you know who you are?"

The answer was still a shake of the head.

After looking at each other for a while, the doctor lightly tapped the finger on the table, and then said: "Let me introduce myself, I am Bai Yu, a doctor under Mozun's command, and I will heal your wounds according to His Majesty's order."

Thinking of the result of taking Junqing's pulse just now when he was asleep, his eyes darkened slightly—Junqing's condition can be said to be very bad, the meridians in his body are blocked, even a trace of spiritual energy cannot flow, and his vitality has also been seriously lost .

He is like a crumbling dangerous building now, and it will collapse with the slightest wind and rain.

The shiny black hair that was almost dragging to the ground in the past is now the color of snow. Although it is beautiful, it also reveals a haggard and dying taste.

Junqing remained silent, waiting for his next words.

"Your name is Qing Yuan." Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, "Your identity is His Majesty's male favourite."

When he uttered the word "male favorite", his tone paused subtly, but it was so slight that no one noticed.

After finishing speaking, Bai Yu observed Jun Qing's expression, but he was calm.

After a long time, Bai Yu said, "Do you not mind?"

Junqing asked back, "Why should I mind?"

"...Hmph." A layer of frost appeared on Bai Yu's face. Jun Qing didn't understand why he suddenly got angry, so he just said silently in his heart:

... What is a male favorite?

The scene became cold for a while, and Bai Yucai said slowly again: "Three days ago, His Majesty the Mozun was assassinated at the banquet, and you were seriously injured. I thought you were dead and were about to be buried, but you suddenly crawled out of the coffin Come out and make His Majesty very angry."

Junqing blinked.

Is it?

For some reason, he always felt that what this man named Bai Yu said was a bit suspicious.

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The laid-off fairy re-employment became a male favorite (not)

Shocked, the Immortal Venerable was killed by the Demon Venerable after losing his job...

Junqing: I always feel that something is wrong.

Well, Junqing is very smart, but he also has no common sense.

so being a donkey is also... normal (probably)

And good news, the scumbag author has no manuscript