After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

"..." When Fan Ji saw that straight face, water welled up in his eyes, but he had good concentration and endured it.He opened his mouth to speak, but he heard the man say again: "Why are you crying? I can eat you a few plum blossom cakes, and it can make you poor? Don't listen to those children talking nonsense, I'm not a bad person, and I don't eat bully meals .”

Fan Ji was taken aback.

He... didn't recognize him.

That's right, he used his original face in order to avoid being hunted by those on the right path.

But this also shows that the high priest has not yet recovered his memory.

That's good, Fan Ji thought, so that in his heart he only has that Wu Nong who lied to him once, instead of the Demon Lord Fan Ji who lied to him countless times.

"Wait." Fan Ji turned around, saw the dough mixed with too much water, sprinkled some flour on it, and said, "I'll make it for you right now, and I won't charge you any money. "

Qi Ling: "How can I do that? You still have to give money. Look at you, a big man, it's not easy to open a stall in this small place."

"..." Fan Ji: "?"

Qi Ling walked over at some point, leaned against the place where those children were lying on their stomachs just now, and said with a smile: "I heard those children speak so magically, show me some insights, and use spiritual power to make friends."

Fan Ji: "...you are laughing at me."

Serious people, who would use something like spiritual power on the surface?Fan Ji was sure that Qi Ling was laughing at himself by saying that, and frowned unhappily.

Qi Ling was puzzled: Why are you just angry with me?How is he different from those kids?

"Hmm." Qi Ling said dully, "Then will you show me?"

Fan Ji was silent for a second, then continued to knead the dough with his hands.

"Give."

Qi Ling leaned on the side, watching Fan Ji skillfully use the spiritual power and the dough, every stroke was just right, it was much better than watching with his hands.

With such a good grasp of strength, he should have spent a lot of spiritual energy and noodles this year.

Qi Ling couldn't help laughing.

Fan Ji glanced at him and complained, "What are you laughing at?"

Qi Ling shook his head and said perfunctorily, "I'm happy to have plum blossom crisps."

In fact, I thought that a majestic Demon Venerable would actually sell plum blossom cakes in this corner, and they were all handmade. It's unbelievable to say it.

Why the Lord wants to sell plum blossom cakes here is beyond his comprehension.

Unable to figure it out, Qi Ling asked directly: "You know spiritual power and use it so skillfully, why don't you go to cultivate an immortal and sell it here?"

Fan Ji put the reconciled dough into a mold carved out of wood, and said, "Because..." He stared at Qi Ling for a while, "Because I have an old friend who likes to eat it."

Qi Ling thought that the old man he was talking about was probably himself, but he was still taken aback when he heard this.

The lord can do this to him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fan Ji asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qi Ling said: "I came here a year ago, and it's not like it is now. Everywhere I go, there are plum trees and plum blossom fragrance."

"I planted them all." Fan Ji glanced at Qi Ling, and continued to pack the dough, "Because my old man likes to eat plum blossom crisps, I planted plum blossom trees like this one, and he can eat them for a lifetime."

Qi Ling was stunned again, his voice trembling low: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"My old friend, he looks very similar to you." After pouring out the dough, Fan Ji heated the dough in the mold with spiritual power.

"Is that so..." Qi Ling clenched his sleeves, suppressed the soreness in his nose, and said with a smile, "That's a coincidence, not only do I look like your old friend, I even have the same preferences."

"Yeah..." Fan Ji turned to look at Qi Ling, and said sadly, "You really look like him."

A smile appeared on Qi Ling's face, and there was a faint pain in between, which dissipated as soon as the cold wind blew.

The two of them did it while the other watched, and they didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qi Ling sat on the stool, and lifted the light veil from the bamboo hat again.Fan Ji placed a plate of freshly made plum blossom crisps in front of him, "It's a bit hot."

Qi Ling nodded to show he knew, and said, "Let this wind blow and it won't be hot."

Fan Ji also nodded, put down the plum blossom cakes and was about to leave, Qi Ling stopped him: "Are you leaving now?"

When he asked, Fan Ji suddenly panicked, turned his head and said, "...or else?"

"..." Qi Ling picked up a plum blossom cake, glanced at the position next to him, picked up the plum blossom cake and paused in the air for a long time, then said: "No one comes to your shop at this point, since you said I look like you Old friend, then sit down...I will give you a chance to see enough."

"..." Fan Ji's body trembled slightly: "No need."

"Is it really not necessary?" The voice of the person under the bamboo hat suddenly raised, with a bit of indifference, causing Fan Ji to be in a trance for a moment, thinking it was the high priest.

"Don't you want... to see him more..." Qi Ling lowered his voice again, and slowly took off his bamboo hat, revealing the red corners of his eyes, "My lord."

When he called out the word "Honorable Lord", Fan Ji's head turned white instantly.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't react to the whole thing.

His High Priest...he had his memory back.

When did this happen?

Then he didn't come to him for a year because he remembered what happened in the Demon Race?

He also knew that he had lied to him for so long pretending to be Wu Nong.

According to the temperament of the high priest, he should hate himself now, but...

Fan Ji cautiously looked into Qi Ling's eyes, but in those eyes, it wasn't coldness like the high priest's, but...

It was the look he always wanted to see in the eyes of the high priest, the look he would only show to Wu Nong.

It was the Demon Lord Fan Ji who had longed for the warmth of more than 100 years.

"Qi...Qi Ling..." Fan Ji's voice trembled slightly, as if he was confirming, but also as if he was afraid that this person was a fake and would disappear in the next moment, telling him to wait another year after year.

Qi Ling sighed, straightened his body, and bowed formally in front of him.

"Your Highness."

The voice was cold, the high priest's usual tone.

The surroundings were silent, only this long-lost cry, like a slender hammer with warmth, awakened Fan Ji's long-suppressed heart due to longing.

He rubbed his sour eyes, looked at the kneeling person on the ground, and leaned over gently.

Qi Ling trembled for a moment, his wrist was held by Fan Ji, followed by a tough kiss as usual, with the hottest mood and temperature after reunion after a long absence, he attacked the city without any scruples in the mouth of the other party.

It seems to have a punitive nature, punishing this person for not coming to him earlier, but reappearing when he is about to give up on him; punishing this person is too presumptuous, even daring to lie to him by pretending to have amnesia, and to lie to him.

Who is the Lord and who is the High Priest?

Fan Ji's kiss was very long, as if nothing was enough.Qi Ling was also suffering from it, he couldn't breathe and just held it in himself.Fan Ji reluctantly let go when his clenched hands loosened slightly and he was about to faint.

"Go... go inside the house..." Qi Ling leaned on Fan Ji's shoulder and panted lightly.

Fan Ji: "..."

He said hoarsely, "Okay."

It is even cooler at night, and the moonlight shines in through the window paper.

Qi Ling was only wearing a lewd garment, and his figure was thin. Holding the lewd garment, he stood on the edge of the bed, watching Fan Ji blow out the last candle in the room.

"Are you afraid?" Fan Ji walked over and hugged him.

Qi Ling blinked his eyelashes a few times, and said, "Don't be afraid."

"Lie." Fan Ji pressed him down on the bed, biting his earlobe, "In the past, I thought the high priest was not afraid of anything, but after the high priest lost his memory, I realized that you were afraid of everything."

Fan Ji brushed back the black hair beside his ear, so that he could hear more clearly: "I am not Fan Ji, the Demon Lord, and you are not the High Priest of the Demon Race."

"If it hurts...don't force it."

Qi Ling suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, nodded his head twice, and reached out to untie his belt.

……

The moonlight was cold, casting shadows between the lingering two people.

Qi Ling grabbed Fan Ji, covered his eyes with the back of his other hand, and uttered a low moan or two.

Fan Ji saw that his face was flushed and his lower lip was bitten bloody, so he slowed down his movements a little distressed, "I said...don't force..."

Qi Ling suddenly put his hands on his shoulders, and with a force all over his body, he turned the positions of the two of them around.

Fan Ji looked at him in shock.

"Hmm..." With that movement just now, beads of sweat appeared on Qi Ling's forehead again, with a dazed expression, he stretched out his hand and gently covered Fan Ji's cheek, gritted his teeth and said, "You wait."

"……I will do it myself."

Fan Ji: "..."

What does he mean?

Are you calling him bad in disguise?

It's been more than a year, isn't the book "The Art of the House" he read not enough?

Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for the sweetheart to come by himself?

It must not be said that the job was bad, Fan Ji thought to himself that this is a man's bottom line.

The young man groaned intermittently, and Fan Ji couldn't hold back a few groans.He looked up at the blushing cheeks of the young man on his body, stretched out his hand to touch his waist, and when his cold hand touched his hot body, Qi Ling immediately trembled and lay powerlessly on top of him.

Fan Ji pressed the person under him again.

Qi Ling let out a low cry, struggling to open his mouth: "You..."

Fan Ji gags him, releases it, looks into his clouded eyes, and firmly says, "I'll do it."

"No... um!" Qi Ling yelled in pain, and wanted to shrink up, sobbing softly from his throat.

……

The next day Qi Ling woke up, with an arm still around his body, he moved his body, and frowned impatiently.

The person behind him also woke up after being disturbed by him. He never opened his eyes, but tightened the hand on his waist, and said lazily, "Don't move."

"I'm going to take a bath." Qi Ling blushed and said, "Do you understand if you keep this thing..."

He stopped abruptly, unable to speak with a sullen face.

Fan Ji opened his eyes, looked at the back of the young man's head and paused for a moment, the two of them traveled very late last night, he was still a little sleepy, he didn't realize what Qi Ling said for a while, "What are you keeping?"

Qi Ling: "..."

Holding the quilt, he paused word by word: "Let go, let go."

Fan Ji was stunned for a moment, why was he suddenly angry... Could it be that he still despises him?

Qi Ling didn't explain anything, just clamored to go down to take a bath.

Thinking that he still felt that he was inferior, now Fan Ji was also sullen, felt that he had lost face, and hugged him even tighter, "Don't go! If you want to wash it off, this deity won't allow it!"

"Hiss..." Qi Ling was pulled to the wound behind him by his torment.

Hearing this sound, Fan Ji had even more reasons not to let him go down: "You are hurt, you are not allowed to go down today!"

Qi Ling was forcefully pushed back by Fan Ji: "..."

The dull pain behind him warned him that before doing this next time, he must give him a good tutoring.