After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

After Qi Ling finished explaining to Fan Ji sullenly, this person who only knew superficially was finally willing to let him get out of bed to take a bath.

Qi Ling closed the door, blocking people out and not allowing him to come in.

"...You're not a woman, who is showing you this cover-up? Didn't you see it last night?" There was a trace of displeasure in Fan Ji's voice, but Qi Ling could hear another story and finally turned her back. For the self-satisfaction, his ears turned red all of a sudden.

There was a strange movement outside the door, and it was the formation he had set that was touched.

"What does the High Priest mean?" The silent voice outside the room became slightly colder: "Do you think this can block the deity?"

Qi Ling: "..."

He lowered his eyes and cleaned himself up.

In the final analysis, he is a courtier, Fan Ji is the lord, and the formation is just to emphasize that the person really doesn't want to be seen, but if he really wants to come in, then he doesn't have the status to disobey.

According to Fan Ji's temperament, he naturally wouldn't think so much, and when he saw the high priest go against him again, he would even intensify it.

But just as he was about to untie the formation, he stopped his hand suddenly, turned and left.

From the beginning to the end, no one came to disturb Qi Ling, he only heard the voice of children outside greeting Fan Ji.

He wondered for a moment why the Lord was so obedient today, and then he heard someone outside say, "Brother Yuan got up late today."

Fan Ji replied: "I had something to do last night, I was tired."

"what's up?"

Qi Ling stopped wiping himself and listened carefully.

The other end was silent for a few seconds, and then there was a relaxed voice: "Good thing."

Qi Ling: "..."

After Qi Ling took a bath, he changed back into his usual white clothes.

"My lord, why are you preparing white ones for me? Then outside... why is your lord laughing?"

Fan Ji suppressed his smile, and went over to tickle his black hair hanging in front of him as if joking, "My high priest...was he afraid of being caught?"

"No..." Qi Ling stepped back a few steps, retracted his hooked black hair, turned his head away and said, "It's not that I'm afraid, I just don't want to cause those troubles."

Fan Ji was dissatisfied with this evasive action, and frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, calm down." Qi Ling also realized it, and immediately knelt on the ground, pulled too far behind him again, his whole body trembling with pain.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Fan Ji snorted, "Get up, I won't punish you."

Qi Ling lowered his head: "..."

Fan Ji: "This deity will give you medicine, get up, do you want me to say it a second time?"

"My lord..." Qi Ling looked complicated.

Seeing that he was shaking all the time, Fan Ji also knew that it was his first time, that he had done a little too much last night, so he picked him up and put him on the bed without saying a word.

"My lord!" Qi Ling struggled a few times, his body was held down by Fan Ji, and the clothes he just put on were ripped off again, and there was a chill in that place.

Qi Ling's whole body relaxed, he gave up resisting, and buried his head in the pillow, leaving only the red roots of his ears exposed.

Fan Ji took ointment and applied it to him, and said in a low voice: "I like to see you in white clothes, and black ones don't suit you, and they make you look black. Besides, you have to wear whatever I want you to wear!"

There was a coolness on the ointment, Qi Ling shivered, and then the coolness relieved part of the pain, making him feel much better than before.

Qi Ling said sullenly: "Yes."

Fan Ji stopped suddenly, Qi Ling waited for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Are you ready..."

"The high priest and the amnesiac Qi Ling, which one is you?"

Qi Ling was taken aback, straightened his upper body and turned to look at him: "What?"

Fan Ji pushed the man back, without saying a word, continued to give him medicine.

But Qi Ling obviously felt that he was acting harder, as if he was absent-minded, he bit his lip to endure the pain, and said in a low voice, "The high priest and the amnesiac Qi Ling are both one person."

Fan Ji sneered, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "High Priest...it turns out that you and this deity both like to lie to each other."

Qi Ling silently clenched the pillow tightly, "Yes."

The two of them have been deceiving since the moment they met.

"Ran Ran……"

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, then clenched his teeth.

After taking the medicine, Fan Ji sat by the bed, "I haven't called you your nickname for a long time." He didn't know what he thought of, and sneered, "However, I'm afraid you don't remember it either. After all, it was so long ago. you should..."

"I remember."

Fan Ji froze, looked at Qi Ling, "What did you say?"

Qi Ling got up and turned around, and knelt down beside Fan Ji, "I said, I remember, I remember everything about the Lord... um..."

Fan Ji pressed him down and kissed him. When they parted, Qi Ling panted slowly and said with a blushing face, "Qi Ling, who has lost his memory, is not the high priest of the demon clan. He can get rid of all the responsibilities and burdens. I have lived my true self without any scruples."

"He fell in love with someone long before he lost his memory, but he didn't dare to get close to that person, so he had to do his own duty to train him into a qualified demon lord, and he kept everything related to him in his heart. Write down."

"Later, he lost his memory, and the person he loved appeared in front of him with a different appearance. Although he didn't remember it, he had a faint feeling that this person was like an old friend to him, a different person. But this time, he didn't need The things I care about are no longer as timid as before."

"But he knows the person in his heart, it is impossible to fall in love with him just because he is not timid."

"Fan Ji..." Qi Ling stretched out his hand to touch Fan Ji's face, waiting for an answer: "Why... would you let such a thing happen?"

Fan Ji wiped away the tears from the corners of Qi Ling's eyes, covered him with a quilt, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

because……

"Me too."

When you were the high priest, you were already in my heart.

"Plum Blossom Crisp." Sitting on the stool, Qi Ling glanced at the flag hanging on the door again, and said with a smile, "Honorable Master always remembers that Plum Blossom Crisp, but you..."

"But what about me?" Fan Ji put a plate of plum blossom crisps in front of him, and said: "In your heart, I am the one who is disobedient, so I won't suddenly become sensible and do what these servants do?"

Qi Ling chuckled, "So, the Lord has changed a lot."

"Try it." Fan Ji sat down beside him, "It must be much more delicious than what you made back then."

Qi Ling picked up one and bit his mouth, Fan Ji glanced sideways at him.Seeing him finish eating one, he went on to get the second one without saying a word.

Just as Qi Ling was about to touch it, Fan Ji snatched the whole thing away, staring straight at him with phoenix eyes.

Qi Ling choked, and slowly withdrew his hand: "What's wrong..."

"..." Fan Ji snorted, "Is it delicious?"

Qi Ling: "It's delicious..."

"Humph, I'll just say it." Fan Ji got the reply he wanted, and gave him the rest of the plum blossom cakes with satisfaction.

While eating, Qi Ling thought: childish.

Fan Ji suddenly became serious: "When did you recover your memory?"

Could it be that he recovered a long time ago, and has been hiding it from him?That's too presumptuous!

Qi Ling didn't need to look at it with foresight to know that the Lord's expression was thinking of how to punish him, and said indifferently: "At the Fairy Conference a year ago, the Xuanji Fan almost lost control, Yu Feng wanted to get the foresight blood, that's when I remembered."

Fan Ji: "Then this year, you think about it for so long, why don't you come to look for this deity?"

"The lord didn't come either..." Seeing Fan Ji's face darken, Qi Ling immediately changed the subject: "I returned to the demon clan after recovering from my injuries... They said that the lord didn't come back, and I was arrested by Elder Su Yao I have dealt with the things that the demons have piled up over the past few months..."

One treatment is one year.

Qi Ling raised his eyes to glance at Fan Ji, and thought to himself that you should do these things, lord.

It's all good now, it's all on him.After finally finishing his work, he sneaked out.

Of course Fan Ji could hear the accusation in these words, Shen Mou thought about it for a while, but it was unclear.Seeing that he was silent, Qi Ling stuffed plum blossom crisps into their mouths and remained silent.

This is indeed delicious, but in fact he is still hurting, and he is so reluctant to get out of bed, even if it is delicious, he will feel uncomfortable eating, but seeing that childish ghost is happy because he is praised for being delicious, Qi Ling Still ate the whole plate.

A little overwhelmed, Qi Ling lowered his eyes, and then heard Fan Ji's voice: "It's all finished?!"

Qi Ling raised his eyes, and responded casually.

Isn't it all for him...

"Then you..." Qi Ling pursed his lips a few times, tasted the aftertaste in his mouth, and said, "If you want to sell, then make some more."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "... Shall I help you?"

"Not for sale today." Fan Ji said, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Qi Ling thought for a while and it seemed that this was indeed the case, "Then why don't you... Your Lord."

"I'll just try it."

Fan Ji suddenly came over, and Qi Ling knew what he was going to do at a glance, he turned from his ears red to his face, and kept avoiding: "Wait outside..."

There was a sudden commotion around, Qi Ling looked sideways at the direction of the sound for a while, then immediately pushed Fan Ji away, accidentally lost control of his strength, and knocked him down on the ground.

"My lord!" Qi Ling hurriedly stood up to help him, but saw many people running from not far away, Qi Ling quickly put on the bamboo hat beside him to avoid confronting those people.

After those people ran away, Qi Ling heard Fan Ji say: "Push down the deity, the high priest should punish, it cannot be avoided."

Qi Ling: "..."

He wasn't in the mood to quarrel with Fan Ji, he looked at the backs of those people, "There are so many people going to the market, I heard from those people just now that they are cultivators."

Fan Ji: "This place is remote, and immortal cultivators are rare, and I was surrounded by crowds when I came here."

Qi Ling opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw another person running towards him, he quickly turned around.

That person seemed to be very familiar with Fan Ji, and he came to report specifically: "Ah Yuan, there are a few cultivators over there, with scrolls in their hands, saying they are... they are looking for someone, eh, Is it here to look for you? In our small place, if a cultivator can come to find someone, you must be right, go and have a look."

Fan Ji said indifferently: "...not going."

"Hey, you kid... Yo this one..." His eyes shifted to Qi Ling, "This one is dressed like this... It looks a bit like what those people are holding."

Qi Ling pressed down on the bamboo hat: "..."

Seeing that the man wanted to look at Qi Ling, Fan Ji cleared his throat in displeasure, and the man came back to his senses, and said again: "Remember to go and see if he is looking for you, I will go and see a few people first It's..."

As he ran, he said, "Oh, our place is going to be blessed... So many cultivators have come this year, and one of them is holding a big black sword that I've never seen before. It's really rare... ..."

"..."

After he left, Qi Ling looked back at Fan Ji.

The big black sword should refer to Shen Changzhou's Mo Li.

Qi Ling: "The one they were looking for...was me."