After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

what do you know?

Wu Nong suspected that what he saw today was not his high priest at all.

A drunk Qi Ling is too scary.

Wu Nong: "Untie it for me!"

"...Eh?" Qi Ling refused to let go with one hand, but with the other he grabbed Wu Nong's hand and held it without hesitation.

"!" Wu Nong: "What are you doing?!"

Qi Ling didn't pay attention to Wu Nong, only caressing how many times he sucked himself, and said, "It's so fishy..."

He bit his own tongue just now, and the taste was naturally fishy.

Wu Nong withdrew his hand, and saw that the saliva on it was mixed with faded blood.

"...Well, why is your face red?" Qi Ling looked blankly into Wu Nong's eyes, and moved back while grabbing his hand.

Wu Nong: "Are you...?"

Qi Ling smiled and said, "Well... I remember that."

Wu Nong: ... remember what?

He grabbed Wu Nong's hand and groped behind him, it was wet and slippery with water.The two hands touched behind him for a long time, and touched the place behind him many times, which made him ashamed.

"Enough!" Wu Nong grabbed Qi Ling with his backhand and said coldly, "Qi Ling, you are too presumptuous."

Qi Ling was hurt by his scratch, and murmured: "Eh? Do you want me to come?"

Qi Ling struggled and continued to move his hand backwards, and inadvertently increased his strength with the other hand.

"You..." Wu Nong's expression changed suddenly, and his whole body trembled.

Wu Nong was pinpointed by him, afraid that Qi Ling would do something terrible again if he was not careful, he didn't dare to struggle, and let Qi Ling continue to lie on him and grope.

After a while, Qi Ling trembled and his head became more dizzy.

The place where he couldn't find the target made him slightly frowned, with a trace of impatience in his expression, he shouted: "Where is it? Uh... I remember wrong? Impossible! You..."

Wu Nong looked up at him.

Qi Ling looked at the layers of people in front of him, and murmured, "Why...you look different from the one in the book..."

Wu Nong: ...books?

what book?

Qi Ling said confusedly: "Hey, that's clearly the case in that book..."

He grabbed Wu Nong's hand and looked behind him for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Ah, it's here!"

Feeling where his hand touched, Wu Nong instantly understood what Qi Ling was doing.

The expression on his face became more and more ugly, and the hand holding Qi Ling subconsciously increased his strength, as if he wanted to crush it.

Qi Ling was pinched in pain, a few tears came out, he could only forcibly stop the movement of continuing to penetrate, retracted his hands and hid behind his back, and gave Wu Nong a leering look as if complaining.

"...You're wrong." Wu Nong turned his head to one side, his broken hair blocked his expression, but his voice was hoarse and forbearing.

Qi Ling paused for a moment, then said condescendingly, "That's right, that's what it says in the book...it's drawn like that."

Wu Nong snorted softly and laughed softly.

He knew that the high priest was very smart before, and could remember everything he just glanced at, but he never thought that this talent would be used to memorize these things after he lost his memory.

It was probably the previous book "Skills in the Room", and Qi Ling was asked to read it a few times when he was snatching it.

Qi Ling tilted his head and looked at him blankly, without saying a word, he was actually a little sleepy.

The red thread tied around his body scattered, and Wu Nong supported the fallen Qi Ling.

Qi Ling bumped into Wu Nong, squinted his eyes and blinked a few times, the redness on his face never faded, and nestled lazily in Wu Nong's arms.

"...Don't sleep."

Stir up his desire|fire, and now want to sleep by himself?

The high priest really wanted to piss him off.

The moment Qi Ling closed his eyes, he heard Wu Nong's voiceless voice from above, his head hurt and he opened his eyes again.

Wu Nong carried him to the bed, leaned on him, and took off his remaining clothes.

Qi Ling half-closed his eyes, feeling so uncomfortable that he didn't care about Wu Nong's action at all.

When the two met each other very frankly, Qi Ling felt cold, so he glanced at Wu Nong.

Wu Nong leaned down, breath hit his ear, lowered his voice and said: "You look after it."

Even though Qi Ling was already extremely sleepy, because of his words, he really opened his eyes a little bit, but he was still in a dazed state.

Wu Nong hugged Qi Ling and kissed him a few times, and tasted the bloody taste in his mouth.

He pinched Qi Ling's jaw to force him to open his mouth, carefully inspecting the wound on his tongue.

The bite was pretty deep.

Qi Ling shook his head, broke away from Wu Nong's restraint, turned his head to the side and half-opened his eyes, trying to sleep, but always felt that he couldn't sleep.

Wu Nong probed, slightly increasing his hand strength.

Qi Ling moved his body uncomfortably, the friction between the two intensified, his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously wanted to curl up.

Wu Nong held down Qi Ling complacently to prevent him from shrinking, and snorted softly, "An eye for an eye, I wonder if the high priest can bear it?"

Naturally, Qi Ling couldn't hear his words, Wu Nong fiddled with him a few more times, which made Qi Ling's face turn red, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Ugh..."

Hearing his cry, Wu Nong suddenly came back to his senses, seeing Qi Ling's appearance, his mind suddenly went blank for a moment.

He put his hand to his forehead and sneered at himself.

Do that to a drunk high priest...

After he knows, will he like him more, or hate him more?

"Elder... the high priest, he... he, he, he! How could he..."

The elder coughed heavily to signal him not to continue talking.

The entourage still felt that the news he learned today was too shocking. If the demons... the lord knew about it, the high priest would definitely be ruined and suffer a miserable end.

After the High Priest disappeared from the Demon Realm, he... just came to the Human Realm to find this unknown person?

impossible.

The entourage wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death, how could this be the High Priest of their Demon Race who had all emotions and six desires cut off!

"...Elder, if the high priest is like this, then we still have to..."

"Yes." The elder shook his head helplessly, a little disappointed with Qi Ling like this, "No matter what, the high priest is still the high priest, and the demons can't leave him behind. action."

"...You must not tell other demons about everything today."

The attendant nodded in response, and said again: "Elder, I think the current high priest is very strange."

The elder didn't speak, but he also noticed it.

In fact, they just ran into Qi Ling and Wu Nong when their clothes were intact, Qi Ling was drunk and leaned on Wu Nong, and the elders could tell from his eyes that he was emotional.

The seven emotions and six desires are the most unbearable, once trapped, it is difficult to get out.

The elder sighed and said to his followers: "There is nothing strange about it, it's all human nature."

"And the high priest, he has always been a human being."

Qi Ling slept for a whole day, and when he woke up, it was getting late, and his head still hurt badly, but in comparison, the wound left by the mysterious fan on his body seemed to be worse.

"woke up?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Qi Ling turned over and saw Wu Nong sitting on a stool looking at him unfriendly.

Qi Ling thought to himself: ... When did he come?I made him angry again?

But he remembered that he was obviously just drinking tea, and then a man with a black hood filled him with tea...

Qi Ling sat up from the bed as if startled, "Wu Nong, I saw someone from the Demon Race."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was a bit wrong.

My throat hurts a bit, and so does my tongue.

Seeing that Wu Nong didn't look surprised at all, Qi Ling wondered if the other party thought he was lying to him.

Qi Ling explained: "I didn't lie to you. By the way, I..."

"Does the head still hurt?" Wu Nong interrupted him, he knew what Qi Ling was going to say, but he sensed the aura of the elder of the demon clan yesterday, and guessed that he probably drank the wine.

Qi Ling nodded, seeing his expression, shook his head again in fright.

How did he know he had a headache?

"...Drink the hangover soup." Wu Nong pointed to the bowl of soup on the table, and continued: "The Yang family sent someone to say that Chu Zhijian has drawn up the formation, and we can find Cui Yanglan when we go back."

"Xingjiu soup?" Qi Ling grasped the point, thinking, no wonder his head hurts so much.

It's just... Will I be so tired after being drunk?

He leaned on the bedpost and got off the ground, looking like he didn't get enough rest, and his face was not good.

Wu Nong knew that this was partly due to his physiology, and partly due to the erosion of Cui Yanglan's resentment in him.

Can't wait for a moment.

After Qi Ling finished drinking the hangover soup, Wu Nong stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead to make sure he didn't get sick from the cold, so he hugged him up.

The two went back with the sword, Qi Ling kept his eyes closed all the way, holding Wu Nong's clothes with both hands for fear of falling off.

Wu Nong thought to himself: "You treated me like that yesterday, and I didn't even deal with you. If I treat you so well, are you afraid that I will throw you to death?"

When the wind blew, Qi Ling's head hurt even more, and he buried himself in Wu Nong's arms without saying a word.

Qingsi was blown up by the wind, and kept scraping against Wu Nong's face and neck, which inevitably reminded him of the daytime scene.

He wanted to retaliate with an eye, but in the end he did make Qi Ling cry a lot, but instead of being relieved, seeing him crying, he felt his whole body agitated.

In the end, he had no choice but to let Qi Ling go, fearing that he would lose control if he continued like this, and he himself went to soak in the cold water in winter, and came back after his anger subsided.

At that time Qi Ling had stopped crying, his eyes were a little swollen, he curled up in a ball while clutching the quilt, and lay quietly on one side.

Seems insecure.

Wu Nong's heart skipped a beat for a moment, thinking that Qi Ling was bullied by him when he was the high priest of the Mozu, so he huddled into a ball and slept like this.

Like a wounded beast, but apart from arousing his desire to conquer and a sense of victory, he won't get any mercy.

"I don't seem to know how to drink." The person in his arms suddenly spoke.

Wu Nong nodded, Qi Ling huddled in his arms and didn't see him, and said, "Did I...did I do anything when I was drunk?"

It is precisely because I have never been drunk, or because I know what I look like when I am drunk, that I feel uneasy.

Whether to lie there without speaking a word, or to say something unconsciously.

Qi Ling wanted to know if he had said or done anything in front of Wu Nong.

"No." Wu Nong gave Qi Ling an affirmative answer: "Nothing happened."

Qi Ling heaved a sigh of relief in half-belief.

"But... you'd better not drink in the future." Wu Nong still hadn't recovered from the shock when he thought of Qi Ling's profligate appearance, he thought for a while, and gave Qi Ling an explanation: "Alcohol is a mistake."