After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Qi Ling froze immediately, and struggled for a while limp, but found it was useless.

He said, "You still don't believe me when you say you're a pervert."

Wu Nong: "?"

Wu Nong said coldly, "Are you scolding me?"

This deity kindly came to treat you, how dare you scold me?

Qi Ling: "Did you do my clothes?"

Wu Nong replied decisively: "No."

Qi Ling snorted: "I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe me, listen to yourself." Wu Nong pointed to the door, and Qi Ling heard the "woo woo" sound just now, but now he listened carefully, only to realize that it was not the wind, but someone who was killed. Tied up and unable to speak.

Qi Ling: "... What did you do? Who did you kidnap?"

"It's not stupid, but I can hear it." Wu Nong hugged Qi Ling and refused to let go, and said easily, "It's that Baiyang Peak disciple named Wu Qing, who didn't know what to do in your room in the middle of the night, and felt uneasy when he saw it. kindly."

Qi Ling thought to himself, I see you come to my room in the middle of the night, and you don't have any good intentions.

Wu Nong: "When I caught him, he was in your room with a mysterious fan in his hand."

Qi Ling: "He knows Xuanji Fan?"

Wu Nong: "Hmph, of course he doesn't know him, but he just saw the fan fall out of your arms and picked it up out of curiosity to have a look. I guess his purpose is to do something to make you look ugly tomorrow."

Qi Ling tilted his head, scratching Wu Nong's hair: "... When did you stay in my room?"

How do you know everything?

Wu Nong thought about it seriously: "Probably...a little time before he comes to your room."

Wu Nong's body was very hot, Qi Ling was uncomfortable being hugged by him, and he moved his body: "You let me go, I'm so uncomfortable!"

Wu Nong: "It's because you have a fever."

Qi Ling: "Yes, I have a fever, you stay away from me, so as not to overwhelm you."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Nong not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter, he said: "Qi Ling, I'll give you some spiritual power for tomorrow's competition, you can't be so sick."

Qi Ling turned his head to look at Wu Nong sullenly, and said, "What do you want?"

Seeing that he agreed, Wu Nong let go of him and said, "Sit down, and I will infuse you with spiritual power."

Qi Ling blinked and looked at him, then turned back.

Wu Nong sat cross-legged on the bed, intending to infuse spiritual power to Qi Ling, when he heard the person in front suddenly say, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

Wu Nong froze for a moment: "What did you say?"

Qi Ling: "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

He thought to himself: Hmph, you came to my room in the middle of the night, you must have something to do, but it happened that I was sick, and just took this opportunity to infuse spiritual power to cure the disease and get close to my body!

Seeing that Wu Nong didn't answer, Qi Ling felt that his conjecture was confirmed.

Speaking of his heart, he was moved.

Sure enough, I was thinking about watching him take off his clothes and see his body!

"What are you thinking?!" Wu Nong roared, not knowing what the person in front of him was thinking, he went around to help Qi Ling put on the untied underwear, and said in a low voice, "You just think that way off?"

Qi Ling: "...I don't want to."

He looked at the clothes he had put on, and wondered if he misunderstood him again?

Wu Nong leaned over and whispered in his ear: "So you want to show me your body? It's not impossible. I won't refuse when you recover from illness... Come on, look at it inside and out, do you think it's okay?"

The more he talked, the more stars appeared in front of Qi Ling's eyes, he helped his dizziness and said: "It's not good! You, you think I'm talking nonsense!"

Wu Nong took advantage of the situation and bit Qi Ling's red earlobe: "You are lifting a rock and hitting your own foot."

Qi Ling blushed and lowered his head: "...you let go."

Wu Nong let go obediently, and Qi Ling didn't dare to make any extra movements, following the thoughts in his head, he drooped there wearily.

With the input of spiritual power, the originally cold body felt a warm current pouring in, and it was quickly relieved, but gradually, Qi Ling's head still broke out in sweat.

Wu Nong practiced the Demon Clan Kungfu, his spiritual power was not domineering by nature, but gradually approached to dominance in the day after tomorrow. Qi Ling used the mysterious fan twice in a row, which wasted too much, and he couldn't stand such a strong spiritual power for a while.

Beads of sweat slid down from his forehead and slowly fell into the opening of his clothes. Qi Ling trembled a few times and let out a weak voice from his throat: "It's...it's okay...Wu Nong..."

Breathing became short of breath, Wu Nong didn't seem to want to stop, Qi Ling shook Wu Nong's hand instead, and said with difficulty: "Don't... um..."

Wu Nong's bloodline is the purest demon bloodline, while Qi Ling's is the foreknowledge bloodline. Both of them belong to the demon clan's kung fu, but the subdivisions are different.

Too much abnormal spiritual power input at a time will produce a certain reaction in the body, making it difficult to flow through the meridians.

Qi Ling shook his body: "Stop...you stop..."

Wu Nong: "...be patient, otherwise how will you play tomorrow? Even if you take medicine, you won't be fully recovered within a day."

"Then..." Qi Ling clenched Wu Nong's hand tightly: "Then get sick... Anyway, it's Linyang..."

"No!" Wu Nong interrupted him, and continued to infuse him with spiritual power.

He didn't tell Qi Ling that in fact, this was not just to cure the fever, but more importantly, to expel the remaining souls from his body.

There are countless dead souls in the Xuanji Fan, and every time he sees Qi Ling use up the Xuanji Fan, a few wisps of black souls will be wrapped around his hands.If he was uncertain the first time, he was sure the second time.

To use the Mysterious Fan, one must activate it with one's own spiritual power, and those dead souls will flow back to the user's body along with the spiritual power, and gradually erode.

This is also one of the reasons why Qi Ling has a fever.

Wu Nong: "Today, no matter what, your illness must be cured."

Qi Ling was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to speak, he just felt as if his body was being scorched by fire, as if he was about to be burned to death.

"Wu Nong..." Qi Ling shook his head, and couldn't help but groaned a few times, "Wu Nong...stop..."

He didn't know that because of his lack of strength, these voices sounded soft, and Wu Nong was a little confused.

Qi Ling let out a cry, a few tears came out, and he said, "It hurts."

Wu Nong came back to his senses and realized that he hadn't noticed just now and accidentally increased the output of spiritual power. He saw that the clothes behind Qi Ling were soaked in sweat, and he could see the trembling outline of his back against his body.

Qi Ling had closed his eyes a long time ago, he didn't know that Wu Nong had turned into the appearance of the Demon Lord Fan Ji behind him, Fan Ji said: "Qi Ling, what did you do when you were in pain?"

Qi Ling was in a daze, he said: "I don't...don't know...forgot..."

Fan Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, full of emotions, he said: "You used to... know how to hum. It's the tune you hummed before the trial."

Qi Ling grinned, wanted to laugh but couldn't, "You lied..."

The pain is going to hurt to death, what mood is there to sing?Besides, Wu Nong didn't know him, so how could he know?

Fan Ji laughed, and said, "Yes, I'm just lying to you."

In the past, when he was crying, the high priest would hum a song to him.At that time, he thought it was ridiculous, even though he was not a few years older than him, he always pretended to be an adult.

Pretending not to be afraid of anything, knowing everything.

At that time, little Fan Ji cried and said: "It's so ugly! The high priest...don't sing! Sing this book again, the young master will beat you to death!"

Little Qi Ling shut up, he looked at the crying young master, lowered his eyes, and said from the side: "Young master, forgive me."

Seeing Xiao Qiling admitting his mistake, little Fan Ji felt very happy.

At that time, he seemed to like to bully Qi Ling, like to go against him, and this liking has lasted for so many years.

Gradually mixed with another like.

In fact, the song Qi Ling hummed was very nice, but after Xiao Fan Ji said it was not good, Qi Ling never hummed it again.Later, Xiao Fan Ji wanted to hear it, but felt that he was having a fight with the high priest. If he said he wanted to hear it, it would be because he lost face.

In this way, the song was gradually forgotten.

I don't know if the high priest has forgotten how to hum, or if Fan Ji has forgotten how to mention it.

When it was over, Qi Ling seemed to be fished out of the water.He had already fainted, and leaned back directly on Wu Nong as if he lost his strength.

Wu Nong took a few breaths, and he was relieved after confirming that the remaining souls of the dead in his body had been cleared away.

Qi Ling was still frowning, the blush on his face didn't subside for a while, making the whole person seem drunk.Wu Nong looked at half of his face, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

Wu Nong: "..."

It was really torturous just now.

He cast a spell to help Qi Ling wash his body, and put on a new coat.He didn't leave immediately, but sat quietly holding Qi Ling for a while, and smelled the faint sweet fragrance from his body, like peach blossoms in spring.

Yes, there is a peach blossom tree in the Demon Realm, which is the favorite place of the high priest.Over time, the high priest often carried the light fragrance of peach blossoms on his body.

He hasn't been so close to the high priest for a long time, and he hasn't smelled this smell for a long time.

I kind of miss the old High Priest.

but……

Wu Nong lifted the black hair behind Qi Ling, and slowly moved his head closer.

But now such a silly high priest seems to be not bad.

At least he can be this close to him.

On the second day, Yang Pingzhu came to ask Qi Ling to go to the competition venue together. Qi Ling was tying his hair when he saw Yang Pingzhu stepping in with his front foot, and Wu Nong appeared with his back foot.

When Qi Ling saw Wu Nong's face turned pale, he pretended to ignore what happened, and tied his hair.

Seeing his movements, Wu Nong frowned, "Why did you tie your hair up today?"

Qi Ling asked strangely: "Aren't you going to have a competition? I thought it would be easier to tie it up. Brother Wu, can you help me take off the hair tie?"

Wu Nong was a little unnatural, and coughed when he walked over.

Qi Ling: "Your throat hurts?"

Wu Nong: "...it doesn't hurt."

"Brother Qi!" Yang Pingzhu suddenly roared, "What happened to the back of your neck?"

Qi Ling: "Huh?"

He turned his head to look at it, but couldn't see it at all.

Yang Pingzhu walked over very kindly, and helped Qi Ling lift up his hair, saying: "The back of your neck is full of red lumps! Brother Qi, are you sick?"

Qi Ling tilted his head: "Sick? No."

Didn't Wu Nong help him heal last night?And now he doesn't feel bad at all.

But when Yang Pingzhu said this, the back of his neck did feel a little sore.

Qi Ling thought to himself: Maybe it's the sequelae of last night.

Seeing that Qi Ling didn't know, Yang Pingzhu turned his head and asked Wu Nong, fearing what was wrong with him: "Brother Wu, what do you think of this?"

Wu Nong's eyes were dazed for a moment, he coughed, and hummed sullenly, "You're so stupid, what's all the fuss about?"

"Isn't it just bitten by a mosquito?"

After finishing speaking, he caught a glimpse of Yang Pingzhu and Qi Ling standing there dumbfounded and did not speak, and added something calmly.

"...It's just bigger."

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Wen knowledge: Mosquitoes do not hibernate