After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Fan Ji didn't answer him, and reached out to untie his belt.

Qi Ling roared angrily: "My lord!"

Fan Ji was disturbed by Mixiang, plus he was angry with Qi Ling, so he couldn't listen to his words at all, and had no intention of slowing down at all.

Qi Ling coughed and felt that his head was starting to feel dizzy, and even the people in front of him were blurred shadows.

That's right, this is a flower building, and the things on the table are probably aphrodisiacs.In the current situation, both of them have been drugged, which is not a good thing.

Qi Ling looked at the person lying on top of him: "Lord, let me go."

"The high priest said just now that he would try to teach by himself..." Fan Ji opened his mouth and bit a strand of Qi Ling's hair, and then smiled slightly. This smile fell into Qi Ling's eyes, and it was a bit evil. Meaning, "Are you going to regret it now?"

Qi Ling gritted his teeth: "...be normal."

Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Qi Ling turned his head sideways and saw the door of the room was open.Although no one would have dared to come up after such a commotion just now, but letting others know that the high priest and the Demon Lord are in the same room in the flower building, it is inevitable that they will not think about something in private.Thinking of this, Qi Ling's blushing face became even more arrogant.

Fan Ji's mind was chaotic, but he managed to catch the details at this moment. He chuckled, and suddenly leaned in front of Qi Ling, and lazily said: "It's just teaching, why is the high priest blushing?"

As soon as Qi Ling turned his head when he heard the sound, the two of them just met their eyes.

He almost touched his lips.

Both of them stood still for a moment, as if they had realized something, Fan Ji didn't make any more movements, just stopped there, Qi Ling quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

fine……

"...?!"

Fan Ji only pressed his head down lightly, and his mouth just touched Qi Ling's lips, and then he parted, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking at the person below him with a smile.

Qi Ling froze for a second, then became furious: "Fan Ji!"

He didn't care that the person in front of him was the Demon Lord, so he directly cast a spell to get rid of his imprisonment. He saw dark red spiritual power appearing from Qi Ling's hand, and his whole body was filled with a faint murderous aura. Seeing this, Fan Ji squinted his eyes, sensing danger. straightened up.

Qi Ling got up quickly and pulled his clothes upwards. Seeing that Fan Ji was also naked, he turned his head awkwardly and said, "My lord, put on your clothes."

Fan Ji didn't speak, nor did he listen to Qi Ling's words and put on his clothes, he just stared at Qi Ling.

Stare at the exposed collarbone.

Due to the effect of the love medicine, it was unconsciously glowing pale pink, and Fan Ji swallowed imperceptibly.

"High Priest..." Fan Ji's face was even redder than Qi Ling's, he closed his eyes halfway, pointed at Qi Ling's collarbone and said: "Here is talking..."

Qi Ling looked at him: "...what?"

"Ugh! Fan Ji!"

"The High Priest here...it's very nice..."

Qi Ling pursed his lips, realizing what Fan Ji had just done, his hands were trembling with anger, "Get down!"

Under the effect of the medicine, Qi Ling only felt more and more uncomfortable, his body did not reject contact, and even wanted more.

But he dispelled this terrible thought in just a second, seeing that Fan Ji still wanted to approach him, and he didn't care about any monarchs, so he kicked him off.

Fan Ji yelled, the fall knocked him out of his senses, he got up from the ground and turned his head to look around in a daze: "Why is the deity here... the high priest?!"

He looked in shock at Qi Ling who was disheveled on the bed, blushed and murderous.

In the next second, he realized that there was something strange under him, and when he lowered his head, he froze in place, forgetting to get up.

He secretly glanced at the high priest in embarrassment, but the high priest was staring at him for a moment.

Naturally, I also saw the reaction there.

Fan Ji couldn't understand the current situation, but he roughly guessed from the expression on the high priest's face that he should have come to visit the flower house by himself, and the oiran who was supposed to receive turned into the high priest for some reason.

And he reacted to the high priest? !

It seems that he is still planning to do something to him...

This conclusion made Fan Ji feel like a thunderbolt, and wanted to quickly get out of this person's sight.But then I thought about it, he is the devil after all, and he and Qi Ling are arguing, if... If he escapes like this, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

He sat on the ground in a daze for a moment, seeing that the redness on Qi Ling's face didn't show any sign of retreating, he only wondered in his heart, and turned against him.

It was rare to see the high priest look like this in front of him, so he seized the opportunity.No matter what, the current high priest seems to have no ability to parry.

But Qi Ling's head became more and more dizzy due to the urging effect of the love medicine. After kicking Fan Ji's kick, he lost his strength, so he could only lean on the side of the bed, trying his best to control himself to behave normally.

Seeing that he woke up, Qi Ling whispered: "My lord..."

He had tried his best to speak in what he thought was the most normal voice, but when he spoke it fell to Fan Ji's ears, there was still a bit of a soft tone.

Fan Ji's body went numb, and when he saw the censer beside him, he seemed to understand something.

But Qi Ling didn't realize how attractive his own appearance was, he was very hot, he clenched one hand slightly, and said: "My lord...you get out of here first."

Fan Ji: "You tell the deity to leave and then leave? The high priest, don't forget that the deity is the demon deity."

"..." With Qi Ling's current situation, he really didn't want to say another word to Fan Ji. In his heart of despair, he wanted to drive him away again, but his body felt hot and he gritted his teeth suddenly.

Fan Ji noticed his actions: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Ling protected Fan Ji too well, never made him understand what love|things are, and right now he certainly doesn't understand that this is a normal manifestation of lust.

Qi Ling only frowned, his forehead was wet with sweat, he looked at Fan Ji with a dazed look, and said with all his remaining strength: "I tell you to go!"

He didn't want to show that appearance in front of Fan Ji.

Hearing this familiar roar, Fan Ji suddenly thought of those days in the past, just as if the high priest was going to oppose him again, he took a few steps forward and grabbed Qi Ling by the collar.

Qi Ling had been forbearance before, but being tossed so suddenly by Fan Ji, it was inevitable that an unbearable muffled groan would leak from his throat.

Fan Ji paused for a moment, only feeling that this sound made his original anger even more intense.It was strange that he actually wanted to bully such a high priest severely.

Qi Ling's neck was a little strangled in this posture, he was already hot and his breathing was not smooth, so he could only raise his eyes and choked up and said: "My lord... what do you want to say?"

Fan Ji came back to his senses, felt his throat was a bit dry, and said coldly: "If I don't leave, the high priest must have forgotten that I am the Demon Lord. When you see me, you should kneel down."

"..." Qi Ling lowered his eyes, there was a faint mist there, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that he was asked to kneel down.

Qi Ling stretched out his hand and softly pushed Fan Ji, but fortunately Fan Ji didn't make things difficult for him, seeing that he was about to kneel down, he consciously let go of him.

He got out of bed with difficulty, and knelt down in front of Fan Ji, his voice was very soft, almost inaudible: "I have seen the Lord."

Fan Ji: "..."

His eyes fell on Qi Ling's collarbone again, and finally moved his Adam's apple, but did not speak.

Qi Ling raised his head to look at him, "Your Honor is not leaving?"

Fan Ji was taken aback for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Don't go."

Otherwise, how embarrassing is he?

"...Okay." Qi Ling tried several times before he stood up. He stumbled a few steps, barely maintained his figure while holding on to the door, and gritted his teeth, "Since the Lord won't go...then I'll go..."

"Hey..." Fan Ji suddenly wanted to call to stop him, but only made a sound, and Qi Ling ran away without turning his head.

He withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and stared blankly at the place Qi Ling had grabbed, that piece was wrinkled, as if it had been trampled.

In the next second, a picture just now flashed through his mind.

When he was distracted just now, he seemed to say...that the high priest should try to teach him by himself...

Teach... teach what?

He looked at the censer and the water-stained cup over there, and remembered his reaction again.

Fan Ji: "..."

He seemed to suddenly understand that the high priest fled in such a hurry, was he frightened by his reaction...

Fan Ji didn't understand at the time that Qi Lingshi reacted that way because of the effect of the love medicine, so he always regarded his leaving that day as running away because of fear.

After all——the high priest really never mentioned this matter again.

It was only under the pressure of those demon elders that he found a demon queen for him, and taught him something by the way.

Fan Ji is smart, Qi Ling only needs to mention one or two points, and he will be able to understand what to do.

What's more, these things are the instinct of men.

Thinking about it this way, Wu Nong felt that the high priest really didn't teach him much, nor did he teach him how to kiss others.

Wu Nong thought of Qi Ling saying that he was poor in technique, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he thought, "Hmph, it's you who didn't teach me, and now you still say I'm poor!"

As if in a fit of anger, he kicked one of the skulls away, just hitting the red pupae. The thin red threads on the pupae felt something attacking them, and immediately emitted a strong light, and multiplied rapidly, densely covering the red pupae. Tighter.

Qi Ling raised his forehead: "Are you saving people or killing people!"

Wu Nong: "Shut up!"

Qi Ling murmured in his heart: ...you were taken advantage of for saving someone, but now you are going to be murdered!

I am so wronged!

Wu Nongdong used his spiritual power to form the same red chains on his hands, tightly bound the red threads that were attacking him, and wound them several times at the same time.

Those red threads are very flexible and have a strong reproductive ability. Part of them is tied, and new silk threads are born from the red chrysalis.

Seeing that the chrysalis was shrinking all the time, a terrible thought flashed through Qi Ling's mind, and he said, "Those silk threads...couldn't they absorb so much of Brother Yang's spiritual power?"

Wu Nong snorted softly: "You finally found out."

Qi Ling said: "...Then you still touch those red lines! You really hope that Brother Yang will die soon!"

"Oh, I was discovered by you." Wu Nong said with a calm face: "If you keep on keeping Yang Pingzhu in your mouth, prepare to collect his body."

Qi Ling scolded: "...you kissed me, took advantage of me and regretted it! Liar! You are a heartless man!"

While continuing to wrap the red chain around the red thread, Wu Nong turned around aggressively and walked towards Qi Ling.

Qi Ling was still sitting on the ground, with nowhere to retreat behind the wall, he looked at Wu Nong embarrassingly, "You... what are you going to do?"

Wu Nong leaned down, looked into Qi Ling's eyes, and said word by word: "Leg, Xin, Han?"

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, this was a word he said casually just now: "Mmmm... Don't get me wrong..."

Wu Nong didn't seem to listen to Qi Ling's words, just now because Qi Ling said that his anger had disappeared, he moved his Adam's apple and said, "So, you like me?"

Qi Ling felt that there was a big misunderstanding: "No no..."

Before he finished speaking, the red chain over there suddenly exerted force, twisting those red threads, and at the same time accelerated towards the red chrysalis. In just a moment, the chrysalis was riddled with holes, and then lost its light, and followed softly. The weight of Yang Pingzhu fell down.

Qi Ling: "..."

Sure enough, this person didn't really want to save Brother Yang just now.

After Wu Nong saved Yang Pingzhu, he lowered his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

Qi Ling gave a dry laugh, weighed the pros and cons, and said in his heart: The Soul Tower is so dangerous, if Wu Nong misunderstands that I like him and his mood has been so good, maybe the Soul Tower will be easier to pass.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, got up to save Yang Pingzhu, and said casually: "It's nothing, just think about it."

Seeing that he couldn't wait to find Yang Pingzhu, Wu Nong became angry again, but when he thought of Qi Ling saying that he liked him just now, he felt very happy again.

Wu Nong thought: Forget it, the deity does not care about this mortal, after all, the high priest belongs to the deity, and no one can take it away.

At the end, he remembered that Qi Ling told him to think about it.

Thinking what?

Wu Nong saw from a distance that Qi Ling was struggling to move Yang Pingzhu out of the holed red pupa, leaning against the wall alone and thinking for a long time: ... the high priest liked the deity, but said that the deity was poor in skills, so he was still called the deity. Think about it.

Looking at the figure in white clothes, Wu Nong slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

The heart is happy with the deity, and he must not reject kisses.

Poor technology, think more.

What the High Priest meant was to think about it next time...

That being the case, the deity must think about it more, think of his fifty or sixty ways, and play different tricks, which will definitely make you blush, gasp, cry, and beg the deity at that time.

Never dare to say a bad word again.