The group favorite master became a sweet bun after amnesia

"The matter between you and Xiao Xiangheng... How can I know." Sui Yi answered calmly.

Yu Sheng squinted his eyes, still feeling something was wrong, but couldn't say it.

After all, he was the one who lost his memory for many years.

Yu Sheng wanted to ask someone, but Sui Yi didn't say... Who else would know?

Could it be possible to ask Xiao Qing?

Then let that traitor come up and touch him as soon as he hears the words Xiao Xiangheng?

Yu Sheng felt a chill when he thought about it.

It seems that there is nothing to ask from Sui Yi's mouth.

Yu Sheng clicked his tongue, but finally couldn't hold back: "Sui Yi, you should tell me the truth, did I kill my husband to prove the Tao and kill Xiao Xiangheng?"

Sui Yi turned pale with shock: "Why do you think so?"

Yu Sheng shrugged: "Ah, it can't be said that he killed his husband to prove the truth. After all, Xiao Xiangheng has had children with other women."

"Anyway, I think Xiao Xiangheng kicked me with the front foot, and got a child out with the back foot. If I didn't kill Xiao Xiangheng to death with my own hands, I have no reason to take over..."

"I still torture Xiao Qing so much..."

Sui Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "You are not that kind of person."

Yu Sheng keenly grasped the key points in Sui Yi's words, squinted his eyes and looked at Sui Yi: "Then... what kind of person was I during the period when I lost my memory?"

This time, Sui Yi looked at Yu Sheng steadily: "When the time comes, you will naturally remember."

...to play tricks.

Mysterious calf!

Sure enough, none of the successive heads of the Qianshan Sect has a good thing!

With a flick of his sleeves, Yu Sheng left the Zongmen hall neatly.

Sui Yi looked at Yu Sheng's back from a distance, and only sighed.

The murderer testified...

If Yu Sheng was really that kind of person, I'm afraid he wouldn't have created demons because of Xiao Xiangheng's departure.

Xiao Qing didn't have to suffer that kind of pain either.

Yu Sheng has never been a person who can cut messes quickly with a sharp knife. If it were Sui Yi, he would cut rotten meat with a sharp knife... Swish, swish, and the pain would be over in a few strokes. Demonic person.

It's a pity, it's a pity that Yusheng is not.

Yu Sheng only knows how to cut flesh slowly with a knife, like Ling Chi, torturing himself, after torturing himself so badly...

Then it almost got out of control, and then went to torture others.

But except for Xiao Qing who has never experienced anything, who can bear to blame him.

Sui Yi closed his eyes, and leaned back on the chair with almost no poise.

Most immortal cultivators have a long lifespan, decades are just a blink of an eye, and Sui Yi and Yu Sheng have only known each other for a hundred years, but—but for Sui Yi, since the day he went to the mountain gate at the age of 11, his life has been the same as that of Yu Sheng. lives have overlapped.

Most of his life, most of his memories overlap with Yu Sheng.

Sui Yi's two eyelashes trembled, and finally he only sighed.

"What do you think?"

At this moment, a voice as warm as jade came, and Sui Yi subconsciously opened his eyes.

The man had a smile on his face, his long clear eyes narrowed slightly with a smile on his face, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his nose was straight, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, as if thousands of ice and snow would melt in this smile.

It's a pity - wearing an expensive and luxurious apricot-colored robe, with patterns of auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on it, a pure gold pendant in the shape of a pixiu, and a pair of glittering gold bracelets on his wrists - Life and death destroyed the gentle feeling brought by that face and people.

Sui Yi silently stretched out his hand to block his eyes: "While eyes—" "Matsuma Zhao, can you not wear it like a golden ruyi?"

The man called Song Jianzhao shrugged, muttered something unappealing and sat beside Sui Yi.

Sui Yi suddenly felt a headache.

Sui Yi sighed: "Tell me, how many spirit stones do you want to grant to your Lingzhen Peak this time?"