After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

The formation eye was destroyed, and the burst of spiritual power directly shattered the barrier, causing fluctuations that affected things outside the soul tower.

Yang Pingzhu saw the red light at the Soul Pagoda from afar, and asked anxiously, "What is that? Did something happen to them?"

Sensing the source of the two spiritual powers, the headmaster's expression changed, and he speeded up Yujian complicatedly.

Yang Pingzhu was stunned for a second, seeing him speeding up, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow up, but the wind caused by the fluctuation of spiritual power in the soul tower was too strong, and he gradually lost a lot of the head.

Inside the Soul Pagoda, Qi Ling broke the formation, and those vines turned into golden light and dissipated.

The Xuanji fan was restless in Qi Ling's hand, he clenched the fan as hard as he could, his hand was cut and bleeding for a moment, the blood dripped down the handle of the fan to the ground and seeped into the crack.

"Get out of there!" Wu Nong stepped forward and grabbed Qi Ling, and the two retreated to the side.

In the next second, the center of the formation sank, and the glazed bow gradually rose, and finally stopped at this level.

The two looked at each other, Wu Nong stretched out his hand to snatch the fan from Qi Ling's hand, Qi Ling took a step back, gritted his teeth and said, "No, the Xuanji Fan won't be able to hold it down anymore."

"I'll get the fan." Seeing that the fan had cut a lot in Qi Ling's hand, Wu Nong became angry and said angrily, "Go get the glass bow."

The red light in Qi Ling's eyes dimmed: "Can you hold down the Xuanji Fan?"

"..." Wu Nong was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

Qi Ling looked up at Wu Nong's eyes, there were more and more wounds on his hands, but he didn't give Wu Nong the mystery for a long time.

Wu Nong had no choice but to reach out to grab it, Qi Ling sideways avoided, and immediately performed a short sealing technique on the Xuanji fan, and at the same time gave the fan to Wu Nong, and went to get the glazed bow himself.

As soon as the fan took over, the souls of the dead rushed out like crazy, but with the sealing technique just now, they couldn't be broken for a while.

Qi Ling took down the glazed bow, the spiritual power on it did not repel him, on the contrary, after absorbing his blood, the spiritual power began to increase.

Qi Ling took down the glazed bow, drew the bow, and an arrow was automatically formed from it.Wu Nong stood not far in front of him, Qi Ling lowered his gaze, and saw more and more blood stains on his clothes.

It was because the Xuanji Fan had to be suppressed that the wound was constantly being pulled.

Wu Nong held the mysterious fan: "Qi Ling—!"

Qi Ling was taken aback for a moment, and saw another crack in the Xuanji fan.

"Hurry up, I can't hold back anymore!" Wu Nong gritted his teeth, blood streaming down his hand.

"...I..." For some reason, when Qi Ling saw the wound on Wu Nong's body, he suddenly didn't dare to do anything.

He seemed to know that if he missed the shot and stabbed the man in the body, he would die.

But he didn't want Wu Nong to die.

Qi Ling's body froze suddenly, and he retracted the arrow.

Wu Nong: "What are you doing?"

Qi Ling: "...I don't know how to shoot arrows."

The feeling of holding an arrow is very familiar, as if it was a weapon he used to have, but now he doesn't remember how to shoot an arrow, and he doesn't dare to shoot an arrow easily.

"You know how." Wu Nong shouted, "Qi Ling, you know how to shoot arrows!"

Qi Ling still didn't dare to draw his bow.

Seeing him like this, Wu Nong braced himself and put a chain on the Xuanji fan to imprison him, and ran to Qi Ling's side.

Qi Ling was a little stunned: "You..."

"Don't talk!" Wu Nong went around behind Qi Ling, covering his with both hands.

Qi Ling looked at the Xuanji Fan in front of him, there was a third hole in it.

"Qi Ling, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, and lean forward."

"Push forward and pull back when drawing the bow, the front hand..."

Qi Ling followed Wu Nong's steps, but felt that these words were very familiar.

"The front hand draws an arc towards the front and upper part of the body, and then..." Wu Nong frowned, and cut off the words behind with a muffled grunt.

Qi Ling's heart skipped a beat, remembering that these were all tricks that the kid in white told the kid in black in the secret realm of the glazed bow.

"Then...full the bow." Wu Nong borrowed Qi Ling's hand to draw the glazed bowstring to full.

Seeing that his hands were covered with blood, Qi Ling felt a pain in his heart, turned his head to look at Wu Nong, and saw that those eyes full of stars were full of pain.

"Don't look at me, sit back and aim!" Wu Nong gritted his teeth and straightened Qi Ling's body, "Three points and one line."

The bloody breath sprayed on the neck, Qi Ling smelled the faint smell of blood, and shifted his gaze to the mysterious fan, his eyes darkened.

The souls of the dead spilled out, the black air above almost covered the original red light, Qi Ling finally only felt another warmth coming from his neck, and two words automatically appeared in his mind, which coincided with what Wu Nong said.

"Off the string!"

As soon as the words fell, his hand was released, and the glazed arrow hit the mysterious fan in an instant, the golden light enveloped the black air, and Qi Ling was in a trance, the golden light was too dazzling, covering his vision for a while, but his heart seemed to be burning with fire .

"Stubborn!"

"You don't know anything!"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you"

"Today is not consummating the house!"

The scenes of deja vu are like a flood breaking a dike, they grab a hole, and they seem to rush out there in an instant.

Qi Ling's headache was about to split, and he remembered these words after shooting that arrow.

The glazed bow turned into an enchantment to protect the surroundings of Qi Ling and Wu Nong, and when the Xuanji Fan was finally suppressed, the dead souls on it finally became silent.

The barrier dispersed, Wu Nong coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, stood up and put the Xuanji Fan back into Qi Ling's arms.

Feeling a hand moving in his clothes, Qi Ling murmured uncomfortably, opened a gap in a daze, saw a vague figure in front of him, frowned and said: "...don't."

Using the glazed bow consumed too much spiritual power, Qi Ling couldn't stand up, and even his voice became much softer, unable to resist.

When Wu Nong heard him say no, he coughed, put his hands in his arms and didn't shrink back, and said coldly, "What are you thinking?"

This deity has no time to bicker with you now.

"..." Although Qi Ling had no strength, it didn't stop him from thinking wildly. Coupled with the memory that flashed in his mind just now, he said two words in a daze, "Consummate the house..."

"..." Wu Nong's face turned paler, and then his sullen face stiffened, a little unnaturally: "You...cough cough...you say it again?"

The high priest wants to... want to consummate the house?

Qi Ling lay on the ground, glanced sideways at him, and said, "I was thinking just now..."

"Don't think about it!" Wu Nong suddenly blushed and interrupted him sharply.

Qi Ling: "?"

He wanted to say that he was thinking about this just now, whether it was his memory before he lost his memory.

Where did Wu Nong think?

Qi Ling tasted the blood in his throat, and at first thought that his mouth was still broken, and was chewed by the person in front of him.

He seemed to understand, this person probably... didn't think he wanted to consummate the room with him, did he? !

Looking at Wu Nong's aggressive face, Qi Ling got up from the ground with some strength, thinking that this is a big misunderstanding, he needs to explain it clearly.

Unexpectedly, he finally got up, pointed at Wu Nong and was about to say a word when Wu Nong pinned him down to the ground.

Wu Nong put his hands on the back of Qi Ling's head, the fall didn't hurt very much, but he was suddenly pressed down, and he was a little out of breath.

Wu Nong bit his mouth again, right on the original wound.

"...Hmm!" Qi Ling stared at Wu Nong with his eyes wide open while struggling.

He wanted to tell him to let go, but his voice was blocked, and he was forced to taste the blood in the other party's mouth.

The blood of the two was fused in the mouth, and then they were distributed equally, so that both of them could taste the taste fairly and reasonably.

Qi Ling stared at Wu Nong as if he wanted to kill him, he was kissed so softly that he couldn't breathe, he was so soft that even his hands lost the strength to struggle.

When Qi Ling's face turned red, Wu Nong finally left for a second, and wiped away the saliva mixed with blood from the side of his mouth when they parted.Qi Ling breathed in the air with his mouth open, tears filled his eyes, and even his eyes became a little confused.

Wu Nong saw that the wound on his lip was cut, so he bent down to lick the blood there.

Qi Ling suddenly became ruthless and bit Wu Nong's mouth.

Wu Nong: "Hiss—!"

Qi Ling was aggrieved in his heart, he tried his best to bite this bit, and almost missed the bite.

Wu Nong tried to straighten up in pain, but found that Qi Ling was biting tightly.

He told Qi Ling with cold eyes: Let go.

Qi Ling told him with misty eyes: not loose.

"..." Wu couldn't get up, so he had to lean down again, pinch Qi Ling's chin and gag him again.

Since he refused to take the initiative to let go, he could only kiss him until he couldn't breathe and was forced to let go.

Qi Ling felt that he had gone through another ghost gate, and when he let go to breathe, there was a lot of Wu Nong's blood on his lips.

"You—!" Qi Ling was afraid that Wu Nong would come to kiss him again, so he didn't have the strength to get up, so he could only huddle himself sideways, covered his mouth and said, "It's time like this..."

"It's such a time, can you be good?" Wu Nong reached out and pressed his mouth, and found that the wound was quite large and still bleeding.

Qi Ling didn't react for a moment: "?"

Wu Nong frowned, and the word "angry" was written all over his face: "You still want to consummate the house at this time? I don't even look at you now. You don't even have the strength to get up. How can you stand the consummation? Look. If you want it so much, I want to kiss you, who knows that you are not satisfied!"

"You also said that I broke my sleeve, but now you jumped on it yourself."

After hearing these words, Qi Ling was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Be good, it's good for you if you don't consummate the house now, and you don't need to bite me because you are angry." Wu Nong lowered his body and said, "In the future, we will have plenty of opportunities."

Qi Ling: "???!"

What is this all about?

Wu Nong stretched out his hand not knowing what to do again, Qi Ling snorted twice in panic, closed his eyes and made preparations for Wu Nong to beat him to death if he dared to act recklessly.

The next second, feeling the coolness on his legs, Wu Nong stretched out his hand and pressed Qi Ling's knee, Qi Ling was unprepared and subconsciously groaned in pain.

Wu Nong: "Can I go?"

Qi Ling was stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head.

I had no strength in my whole body, and my knee was injured by the impact just now, so I couldn't stand up at all.

Qi Ling heard Wu Nong snort coldly: "Your cheap brother is really useless."

"..." Qi Ling wanted to defend himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that Wu Nong's words were not unreasonable.

After so long, brother Yang has not come back.

Wu Nong helped Qi Ling up, saw the wound on his mouth, and quietly looked away.

This movement was caught by Qi Ling, he pursed his lips, and squinted at Wu Nong resentfully.

Wu Nong squatted down in front of him with his back facing him, and said, "Come up, carry you out."

As soon as he squatted down, Qi Ling saw the wound on his back, the blood had almost stained the entire back, "Your injury is more serious than mine..."

Wu Nong: "I'm fine, come up."

After the glass bow was subdued by Qi Ling, the spiritual power on its back gradually dissipated, and it could be cured quickly only by relying on the recovery ability of the demons.

Qi Ling was still stunned for a few seconds, hesitating whether to go up, only to hear Wu Nong's impatient voice: "Can't you come up? Do you want me to take it off and check it for you, so you believe I'm fine?"

"..." Qi Ling was most afraid of talking about undressing with Wu Nong, so he hung it around his neck without saying a word, Wu Nong chuckled, supported Qi Ling's legs with both hands, and stood up.

Both of them consumed too much spiritual power, and they had to go down the soul tower layer by layer if they wanted to get out.

Qi Ling leaned on Wu Nong's shoulder, and asked weakly: "You can't use your spiritual power now, what will you do when you encounter a ghost?"

Wu Nong: "Are you so afraid of ghosts?"

Qi Ling was puzzled for a moment, isn't it an obvious fact that he is afraid of ghosts, what else is there to ask?

"Don't be afraid." Wu Nongfang comforted when he realized that the person on him was silent, "You have a glazed bow on your body, those ghosts dare not approach you."

"And light the lamp for us."

Qi Ling half-believed, but still locked Wu Nong's neck tightly out of fear.

The two walked down one floor to another, and as Wu Nong said, every time they reached a floor, the candles there would light up by themselves.The ghosts sensed the aura of the glazed bow, none of them dared to step forward to cause trouble, and they all stayed away.

There was no sound in the Soul Pagoda, the surroundings were empty, only the sound of Wu Nong's footsteps.

The light from the candlelight shone slightly on Wu Nong's face, and the wind that the two of them walked by caused the candlelight to flicker. Qi Ling looked at his profile, and suddenly remembered the scene of shooting arrows just now, and laughed softly.

Wu Nong: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Qi Ling replied casually, thinking of the two people under the white peach blossom tree in the illusion of the glazed bow, he said softly: "I just suddenly felt that you taught me archery just now, those words seem familiar."

Wu Nong suddenly said, "Is it just a statue of archery?"

Qi Ling let out an "eh", didn't think much about the meaning of the words, and said: "Not only."

"When you are angry, you seem to have known each other; when you smile, you also seem to know each other; when you are hurt, you protect me, and you still seem to know each other; when you call me Qi Ling..."

Wu joked, and continued to walk down with Qi Ling on his back, "According to what you said, every move I make seems familiar to you, so what am I?"

Qi Ling blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, Wu Nong stopped and turned to look at Qi Ling, as if he must come up with an answer.

"Wu Nong." With this side of his face, Qi Ling met his eyes and said with a smile, "Although I don't remember, I must have seen your eyes somewhere."

Qi Ling frowned, and replied: "You seem to have known each other, you are my old friend."

I see you, it seems like an old friend returns.