After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

The eyes of Xiao Yuan and Wu Nong gave him the same feeling.

There was concern for him in the hostility.

He can feel it.

Qi Ling got up and wanted to get out of bed, but he lost his balance and fell down, hitting the ground with a loud sound.

When Wu Nong heard the noise coming in, he saw Qi Ling lying on the ground, he didn't even have the strength to get up.He rushed over, and since he was a child himself, he used a lot of energy to help Qi Ling up.

"The Xuanji Fan." Qi Ling begged Wu Nong for it. He knew that Wu Nong would be angry again when he saw that he was still injured and moved around, but even if he was scolded by him, he still had to reattach the seal of the Xuanji Fan first.

"Qi Ling!!"

As expected, anger was shown on Wu Nong's face the moment Qi Ling asked for the Xuanji Fan, Qi Ling helped his aching forehead, opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Wu Nong: "Don't think about it. "

"It's impossible to fan you Xuanji."

Although Xiao Yuan's eyes were as fierce as Wu Nong's, after all, there was a little less deterrence on this child's face.

"The Xuanji Fan has no seal." Qi Ling knew that it was Ji Ze who was helping him, otherwise the Xuanji Fan would have been torn apart and destroyed by the dead souls inside.

But Ji Ze can't help him like this all the time, those dead souls are not good, some are souls who have accumulated resentment from the previous year, no matter how powerful Ji Ze is, it is impossible for Ji Ze to be unscathed by so many dead souls.

What's more, he knew very little about Ji Ze's affairs.Maybe it was really like what Ji Ze said, he had done something that he was ashamed of, and the other party wanted to die, but he had the cheek to ask someone for help, which is really ridiculous.

Wu Nong also knew these principles.

Although he didn't know who the black air on the fan was, he also understood the danger of the Xuanji Fan. If it was not sealed, the dead souls inside would come out, which would be a real disaster.

But he still remembered that he was Fan Ji, the Demon Lord, not Wu Nong, a foreign cultivator of the Linyang School.

He thinks he has never done anything harmful to nature, but in the eyes of the world, it seems that the demon race is evil, and the human race is good, but he does not know that the human heart is really unpredictable, like a swamp, it is difficult to sink into it. Come out again.

Wu Nong refused to fan Qiling Xuanji.

It doesn't matter if the dead soul escapes, after all, he just needs to protect the high priest.

I have done so many things that hurt him before, and now I have to pay for them one by one, and I must not let him be in danger again.

"Wu Nong." Qi Ling called out in a low voice, "Do you want to be my enemy?"

Wu Nong looked up at him, but Qi Ling lowered his head to one side, he couldn't see clearly what was the look on his broken hair.

This question stunned Wu Nongwen.

Naturally, he didn't want to be an enemy of the high priest. They had tortured each other for more than 100 years, and such days should be over.

Qi Ling's face was solemn, and suddenly a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Whether you want it or not, anyway...cough...anyway...I..."

Wu Nong looked at the opening and closing of Qi Ling's lips, and wondered if a gust of wind blew past his ears and misinterpreted what the person in front of him said into something else before it fell into his ears.

I don't want to, these three words made him unable to recover for a long time.But after he figured out what Qi Ling wanted to say, the light in his eyes dimmed at a certain speed.

Did he say this just to fan the mystery, or did he really think so?

The man in front of him looked like a high priest, but not like him.Sometimes he always thinks back to the high priest's previous appearance, and then thinks of the current Qi Ling. The disparity in temperament between the two makes him unable to figure out who is real.

The high priest is the best at disguising. He didn't see it before, but now he can't ignore it anymore.

He raised his eyes and stared into the man's eyes.

There was water there, and his eyes were blurred, but he could still see clearly.

"It's the first time I've seen you cry..." Qi Ling restrained his smile, with more melancholy and a touch of worry on it.

If you threaten him with this, he will be very sad.

After my spiritual power was exhausted, I became a child, and I liked to cry so much.

"Mystery fan."

Qi Ling squeezed the quilt, and the smell of blood gushed from his throat, he couldn't hold it any longer, so he repeated: "Xuanji Fan."

In the end, Wu Nong still gave him the mystery.

Just stood aside, watching him call out the glazed bow, and then re-seal the mysterious fan.

From the beginning to the end, he seemed like a stranger, quietly watching him hold his sick body and forcefully use his spiritual power, and then quietly watching the mysterious fan fall from his hand to the ground, making a loud noise.

The room was silent for a long time.

Wu Nong covered Qi Ling with the quilt, and saw that his face turned pale again, and he fell asleep again.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the floor with a puff.

Qi Ling hasn't had a dream for a long time, maybe it's because the Xuanji Fan was unsealed again, and the appearance of Ji Ze made him reappear in front of him what he had no intention of pursuing.

The rainy season in Xuntang comes before summer, the sky is dark and the clouds are very low, as if they are about to overwhelm you.

On the riverside with few people, the peddlers anxiously packed their things and wanted to go home before the heavy rain fell.

The sky is unsatisfactory, and it will be dark when it is dark. Everyone cares about the work in hand, so they ignore the little hand that is secretly stretched out.

The little hand was groping carefully in the few remaining baskets, and when it came across a soft object, it paused, and pressed a few more times as if confirming.

"Caught you!"

The peddler who was cleaning up saw this scene as soon as he turned his head, grabbed his hand and pulled him up: "The beggar, go away!"

Ji Ze was still holding the white flour steamed bun in his hand, and looked at the man like a hungry wolf, startling him for a second.

"Let go!" The peddler went to grab the steamed bun in his hand, but Ji Ze held onto it tightly, and finally the steamed bun was torn in two.

"Hey! Don't catch the thief, I didn't see that it will rain today——"

The peddler looked up at Tian with a bad heart, threw Ji Ze to the ground, and cursed: "Go, go!"

Ji Ze grabbed the half steamed bun, turned into the alley where he used to sleep as if fleeing, but bumped into someone head on.

"Ah..." Qi Ling took two steps back, supported his head and opened his eyes, and saw Ji Ze's disheveled face, who looked like he hadn't bathed for many days.

Ji Ze recognized Qi Ling, who was the one whose fan he robbed last time.

Later the man gave him some money back, but it was quickly spent.

These good intentions are only temporary for him. He also met people who bought him food and gave him money when he was young, but after a long time, they would all treat him as a burden, and the way they looked at him gradually changed. strangeness.

From pity to disgust, it's just a matter of time.

Ji Ze doesn't like people who are cleanly dressed, and he doesn't like Qi Ling either.

From the first moment he saw him, he knew that between himself and Qi Ling, one was an ant on the ground, and the other was a god in the sky.

God's care for the world is nothing other than giving him a life and letting him live under the eyes of dirty and hostile.

Seeing him, Ji Ze glanced at the high wall behind him, turned around and climbed over the wall without hesitation.Qi Ling saw his intention, and stepped forward to hold him on tiptoe, "Wait a minute."

"Let go!" Ji Ze continued to climb the wall, Qi Ling didn't let go, and he led him straight up the high wall.

Realizing his position, Qi Ling looked down and saw how far he was from the ground, so he let out a cry and felt dizzy.

"Hey--!"

"You let go!"

"Hey! Are you deaf?!"

Ji Ze yelled a few times, but Qi Ling didn't respond, and suddenly he fell lightly, and he saw Qi Ling let go of his hand.

Although falling from this height will not kill anyone, the impact on the body will not be small. If it is serious, it may break bones.

Ji Ze jumped down from the wall, quickly grabbed Qi Ling's hand, and grabbed the other hand on the groove beside him.

The wall was already very dilapidated, and a lot of stone bricks had fallen from it, so there were grooves for him to scratch.

After being buffered, Ji Ze didn't have the strength to grab another person, and he held on for a while before letting go, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Are you sick?!" Ji Ze clenched Qi Ling's collar and shouted, "Go away, you don't have to come and see my jokes, don't think that I will remember you if you gave me money last time." In my heart!"

Qi Ling pushed Ji Ze away, his clothes were torn by the ground, and the skin on his arm was rubbed off, causing bursts of pain.

He ignored the injury on his hand, looked around and found what he had brought.

Ji Ze's gaze also fell on the box.

Qi Ling opened the box, and inside was a brand new blue-gray dress, "It's for you."

Ji Ze guarded against him, knocked over the box in his hand, "Get out!"

"You all lied to me, don't be hypocritical there!"

Qi Ling glanced lightly at the clothes on the ground, then took out a paper bag from his bosom, and unfolded it, inside were a few pieces of white cloud cake.

Ji Ze didn't answer, staring at the exquisite pieces of Yunpian Cake, he swallowed subconsciously.

Qi Ling reached out to pick up a piece and stretched it out, Ji Ze froze in place, moving his fingers.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on the cloud cake in Qi Ling's hand, and then more and more rain fell.

Seeing this, Qi Ling stuffed the cloud cake in his hand into Ji Ze's mouth, and wrapped the rest for him.

Ji Ze's mouth was full of cloud cakes, before he swallowed, he could only watch Qi Ling put away the clothes on the ground, and put them in his hands again.

"..." Ji Ze choked, and swallowed the Yunpian Cake patting his heart, but still looked at Qi Ling defensively.

"Stop stealing." Qi Ling said, "I'll bring you food in the future."

Ji Ze's eyes always fell on the wound on Qi Ling's arm unintentionally, for such a clean person, he always felt that the wound was too abrupt.

He is so good-looking, he must have been pampered, and the rain falling on the wound must also be very painful.

Qi Ling noticed where he was looking, covered it with his hands, and said with a light smile, "Thank you for saving me."

This was the first time someone said thank you to him, Ji Ze was stunned for a moment, and was blocked by the falling rain again.

Qi Ling grabbed Ji Ze and led him away from the alley.

Ji Ze looked back at the alley several times, and turned his head to see the place where the two hands touched. For some reason, he obviously resisted in his heart, but in the end he didn't refuse.

He hadn't thought at this moment that from the moment he left this alley, in his short life, the rest of the time would be imprisoned by this person in front of him.