After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

When those demons saw Qi Ling, their faces paled immediately, and they knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Big... High Priest, High Priest, spare me!"

Many of the ghosts in Hualou were former High Priest's defeated generals, and when they heard those demons calling him High Priest, they all showed fear and did not dare to breathe.

Qi Ling withdrew his bow and arrow, and slowly approached them, the demons lying on the ground begging for mercy felt a strong spiritual force pressing on them, as if they were about to suffocate.

"High Priest...forgive me...we were wrong, forgive me...uh...big..."

They were so uncomfortable that they couldn't lift their heads, and they didn't dare to look up, until the white corners of their clothes appeared in their vision, and the fear in their hearts was magnified several times, "High Priest! Don't kill me...don't!"

Qi Ling's face was pale, and he slightly hooked his fingers.

For a moment, those people screamed in pain at the same time, but there was only one sound, and the next second, they stretched out their hands and grabbed their own necks, as if committing suicide.

There was something crawling and biting in their throats, and not long after, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, followed by small black worms crawling out of their mouths.And those few people, after struggling for a long time, opened their eyes and died, and they could still see the color of panic in those eyes.

Qi Ling only said one sentence: "When you die in the ghost market, your soul cannot leave, you will not enter reincarnation, and you will be trapped in this crippled body forever."

Even if the body rots, as long as the bones are still there, the soul can only be entangled with the bones, and will never enter the sea of ​​blood, and naturally it will not be able to go to the land of death and enter reincarnation.

After Qi Ling finished speaking, he confirmed that they were dead, and retreated in disgust, his eyes swept across the room, and he calmly walked towards the second floor.

He gave people such a sense of oppression that those ghost girls and the demons who came here did not dare to look at him. They only knew that the high priest killed the sons of those important ministers of the demons.

He is today's Lord Mozun, his playmate since childhood.

But what they didn't know was that Qi Ling retreated only because of fear.

Afraid of the ghosts haunting those people.

He has always been like this, since the first time he met Fan Ji and said that he would push him into a sea of ​​blood, he never dared to show any fear in front of him, especially fear of ghosts.

He always kept in mind to let Fan Ji think that he is not afraid of ghosts, so that if he did something wrong, Fan Ji would punish him and would not send him to the place of death.

Qi Ling, the high priest of the demon clan, showed his appearance in front of everyone, only his disguised appearance.

He fooled everyone, including Demon Venerable Fan Ji.

In the room on the second floor, Fan Ji sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were a little loose, and he kept looking at the oiran.

The oiran added something to the burnt incense burner, and then walked to sit beside Fan Ji with the wine.

With her red lips slightly parted, she put a hand on Fan Ji's shoulder with a charming smile, and said, "What's your surname?"

Fan Ji: "...Yuan."

"Young Master Yuan..." Hua Kui laughed again, and brought the wine over, "Young Master Yuan, I didn't enjoy my drink downstairs just now, why don't we drink it again?"

Fan Ji stared blankly at the wine glass in her hand, but didn't speak.

Seeing him like this, Hua Kui's smile faded away, thinking that her charms had never failed before, how could it have such little effect on today's young master?

She had to rely on burning incense to help her.

Oiran herself was a little surprised when she saw Fan Ji's appearance. It was the first time she had met Fan Ji with a look like Fan Ji's since she came to this Hualou, so she was able to treat him so patiently because of selfishness.

If she can have a romantic relationship with this young master, she will not lose money.

It's a pity that it seems impossible for this son to take the initiative, so she can only take the initiative.

Thinking of this, seeing Fan Ji's eyes becoming more and more lax, she reached out and gently covered Fan Ji's chest.

The next second, the hand was caught suddenly, Huakui's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly looked over, only to see that Fan Ji was not unusual, not awake, but still reluctant in his heart, a subconscious reaction that's all.

Hua Kui gave a secret tut in his heart, and said to Fan Ji who was already in a daze: "Since you resist, what are you doing here in Hualou?"

After finishing speaking, she threw the wine glass away, pushed Fan Ji directly, and pressed him on the bed.

Fan Ji subconsciously felt something was wrong, but his thoughts were slackened, he only raised his hand and then put it down without any resistance.

Seeing this, the oiran knew that he had no strength to resist, so he became bolder.

At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs.

Hua Kui frowned, clicked his tongue, and didn't intend to go down to look, but only thought that someone who didn't know what to do, made trouble at this time today, and disturbed her good business.

With the incident downstairs, Huakui couldn't wait any longer, she stretched out her hand to pull Fan Ji's belt, halfway through, there was another exclamation from downstairs, she heard someone shout: "Killer!"

This shout was too loud, Fan Ji's dilated pupils suddenly converged for a moment, seeing the person in front of him clearly, and subconsciously wanted to resist, Hua Kui quickly pressed his face, telling him to look into his eyes.

With the help of the incense in the room, Fan Ji soon became confused again, his Adam's apple moved, and he reached out and touched the oiran's face on his own initiative.

He murmured: "...Of course."

Hua Kui paused for a moment, thinking that Mr. Yuan actually has someone he likes?

The incense she just used has hallucinogenic effects, combined with her charm, she will be regarded as a sweetheart.

The sweetheart came to Hualou, and the oiran couldn't help sighing that he really is a person who can't be judged by his appearance.

But what should be done is still done.

She is not a kind ghost, the meat is already on her lips, so why not eat it?

She reached out to take off Fan Ji's clothes, halfway through, an arrow shot in from outside the door, passed between her and Fan Ji, and pierced into the wall behind.

If she had gone any lower, the arrow would have hit her temple with perfect accuracy.

The door was broken open by someone with spiritual power, Qi Ling stood at the door, dressed in white clothes meticulously, but the arrow in his hand was ready to go.

Hua Kui turned over and got off Fan Ji, feeling that the person in front of him was not simple, frowned and said: "Who are you? You spoil my good deeds."

Seeing this female ghost, Qi Ling gritted his teeth and suppressed the fear in his heart: "Let him go."

"He is my guest." Hua Kui said, "Aren't you trying to snatch him away?"

Qi Ling: "...you don't know who he is, if you let him go now, this priest can still spare your life."

Hearing the word "priest", the oiran immediately understood the identity of the Mr. Yuan on the bed.

May I ask, in this huge demon world, who else can call himself a "priest"?Who else can ask this priest who has never set foot in the ghost market to invite him in person?

The arrogance of the oiran just now disappeared at once, thinking that if he really had a relationship with that person, it would not be enough to die a hundred times, "High Priest...you are Qi Ling?!"

When Qi Ling saw Hua Kui's human-like face, whenever he thought of her being a ghost, he would feel sick in his stomach. He tried to stay calm and said in a cold voice: "...you know, why don't you get out?"

The oiran was very sensible, and soon disappeared from Qi Ling's sight.

No one dared to approach this room, and there was still a strong smell of blood downstairs. The high priest did not speak, and no one dared to clean up the demon corpses at will.

Inside the house, the incense was still burning, and seeing that there were finally no ghosts around, Qi Ling sighed as if relieved from a heavy burden.With this relaxation, he belatedly realized that his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He walked slowly to the table and poured himself a glass of water to calm down. He felt that the taste was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it.He walked to the bed and looked at the person above him coldly.

Seeing that his clothes were in a mess and even his belt was half untied, Qi Ling clenched his fingers and said angrily: "My lord!"

Fan Ji was awakened by this familiar roar, he opened his mouth a little, sat up and saw a man in white clothes standing in front of him, his brows were frowning immediately.

"What are you doing here?" He looked tired, and his voice lacked confidence.

Qi Ling couldn't tell if he was awake, so he frowned and continued: "Why did the Lord come to this kind of place?"

"I said before that those friends should not be made."

Hearing this, Fan Ji opened his eyes a little wider, looked at Qi Ling's blurred face and asked, "What did the High Priest do to them?"

"Kill it." Qi Ling didn't hesitate, without the slightest emotion.

He felt that he must have been dazed by Fan Ji's anger today, otherwise why would he feel a little dizzy, so he stretched out his hand to support the bedpost to make himself stand firm.

"Killed..." Fan Ji repeated in a daze, and the next second, he regained consciousness for a moment, and grabbed Qi Ling's hand.

Qi Ling stumbled a few times and fell right into Fan Ji's arms. Fan Ji's eyes were fierce, and without giving him a chance to react, he rolled over and pressed him under him.

With such a movement, the loose clothes on his body slipped even more, exposing the entire upper body.

Qi Ling stared into Fan Ji's eyes, stretched out his hand to push him, and said, "What are you doing?"

Fan Ji roared: "What are you doing to kill them?!"

Qi Ling slapped him on the face: "...Hualou, they brought you to Hualou, you are the Lord of the Demon Race! How dare they bring you to this kind of place?! My lord, please understand , you are not the young master of the demon world, but the demon venerable. Stop being willful!"

Qi Ling yelled too hard, some blush crept up his face.

Fan Ji took his hand and pressed it over the top of his head, and with the other hand he pulled his chin forcefully, "Do you dare to hit this deity?"

"Qi Ling! You are becoming more and more lawless!"

Qi Ling looked at him with a blushing face, felt his body was hot, took a few breaths before saying: "I'm doing this for the honor of the Lord."

No matter how dizzy he was, he could sense something was wrong with his body at this moment, "My lord, let go first..."

Mixiang's effects slowly increased again, Fan Ji lowered his body, did not listen to Qi Ling's words, interrupted him and lowered his voice: "High Priest, ask yourself, have you really taught me everything? "

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Of course."

"..." Fan Ji lowered his head, Qi Ling couldn't see his face clearly, and then he heard the human say: "You lied...you didn't teach me, why did the oiran treat me like that? What is she going to do? The deity doesn't know at all."

Qi Ling understood what he was talking about, was silent for a second, and said: "This matter... I originally wanted to teach you later."

"I don't want it." Fan Ji raised his eyes suddenly and said, "I want to learn now!"

Qi Ling was stunned, looking into Wu Nong's eyes: "...what?"

"My deity said, I'm going to learn now." Fan Ji's pupils were a little strange, because he was disturbed by Mixiang.Qi Ling found out, but was held down by Fan Ji and couldn't move.

In order to appease and investigate his situation, Qi Ling had no choice but to say first: "Then you get up first, I'll teach you."

"..." Fan Ji buried his head on Qi Ling, pressing his whole body against him, and did not speak for a long time.

Qi Ling hooked his fingers lightly, and just about to cast a spell to break away, the man suddenly said: "... High Priest... Let's try it out..."

Qi Ling's blushing face froze, he stopped his movements, and said in a daze, "You...what are you talking about?"