After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Fan Ji didn't deny it, and asked, "Are you going?"

"..." Qi Ling sensed the Xuanji Fan, he bowed his head, mocking himself, "Looking for me... what else can I do..."

Ever since he left Qianhe Mountain a year ago, he was no longer a disciple of the Linyang Sect.

He is Qi Ling, the high priest of the demon clan, and he will go back after all.

"Su Yao has been making a lot of noise looking for people these days." Qi Lingdao looked at Fan Ji: "I heard some rumors along the way, it seems...they know that you and I are missing, and they want to attack the demons."

Fan Ji was stunned for a moment, then frowned in displeasure: "When did I provoke them?"

"Then what is the Lord planning?"

"Naturally, I will go back. You took the glazed bow for nothing on behalf of this deity, and this deity must ask for an explanation."

Qi Ling smiled lowly.

Fan Ji frowned: "You're presumptuous again, what are you laughing at?"

Qi Ling pressed down his bamboo hat, turned around and walked towards the market, avoiding him: "It's good to be willing to go back."

"..." Fan Ji heard this saying that he was irresponsible after being away for too long, so he stood there feeling bored, and chased after Qi Ling and hugged him from behind.

The bamboo hat fell to the ground after being shaken like this, Qi Ling shouted: "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to find those people?" Fan Ji rested his chin on his shoulder, "I'm going too, lest you be bullied again."

Qi Ling: "...Honorable Lord, I am not the same as before."

Now that he has recovered his memory and spiritual power, not to mention the people he might know who came, even if there was a fight, those people could only be bullied.

Fan Ji let him go, picked up the bamboo hat and put it on again for him, said with a smile: "It's different."

The High Priest is more than ever—

"I like to laugh more."

The place here is small, and the market is also small. The people are all crowded in one place in the market, and the roads are blocked.

Qi Ling and Fan Ji stood outside, they could only see people gathered in a circle, very noisy, but they couldn't tell what was going on inside.

Qi Ling stood where he was, doubting that with Shen Changzhou's temperament, could he really endure being surrounded by people.

After Qi Ling sighed, he realized that his feet were off the ground, and Fan Ji had grabbed him again at some point. He subconsciously closed his eyes, "Ah... you let go..."

Before they finished speaking, the two had already jumped onto the same roof, just in time to see the situation inside.

Qi Ling tightly grasped Fan Ji's hand and let go, and looked at him complainingly: "..."

Fan Ji snorted and said, "The high priest is good at everything, but he is afraid of heights, so he needs to correct it."

He thought about it, and immediately changed his words: "It's fine if you can't change it, so you can't leave the deity, and it's pretty good."

Qi Ling wanted to go up and beat him up again, he knew this in his heart, why not pretend to have amnesia for a few more days, so as not to be angry with him every day.

There were so many people in that area, Qi Ling thought that there were many people coming, but after looking carefully for a while, he saw only one person.The man lowered his head to greet the people, holding a painting in his hand and being pushed away by the people, he shook his head left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

As soon as he raised his head, Qi Ling was stunned, looked at the man and muttered: "Brother Yang..."

Fan Ji walked up to him immediately, and said coldly: "It's him again, why is his ghost still..."

Qi Ling glanced at him, then pushed him aside: "...Being Wu Nong for a long time, this habit of hating Brother Yang has also been passed down? You are the Lord now, can you stop being so stubborn?"

"...You say I'm dead-hearted?!" Fan Ji kicked a tile off the roof, and said angrily, "Qi Ling, do you know who you're talking to? You used to be like me...I want you to block it for me." Only when you shoot that arrow..."

"..." Qi Ling just wanted to keep his ears clean, and after listening to his words with his left ear in and his right ear out, he replied: "Lord, forgive me."

Fan Ji crossed his arms and snorted, "Death crimes can be avoided, but as for living crimes... how about tonight..."

"What?" Qi Ling had been listening calmly before, but when he heard this, he immediately understood what was going on, and raised his voice, a little confused: "...No, still..." Qi Ling turned his head away, and lowered his voice : "It still hurts..."

Fan Ji was just trying to scare him, seeing that he knew he had succeeded, he smiled with satisfaction, "Then keep it for now."

Qi Ling: "..."

Qi Ling stopped on the roof and watched for a long time, Yang Pingzhu was surrounded by those common people, he didn't have the slightest intention to look in his direction.

Qi Ling lowered his eyes: "I heard from that person that Brother Shen also came here, so he and Brother Yang are..."

"Eliminate the barriers and make up."

Qi Ling let out an "eh", then turned his head to see Shen Changzhou walking from the side of the roof.

Qi Ling thought to himself: When did you come?

He didn't even notice.

Shen Changzhou seemed to see what he was thinking, and said, "I just came."

Qi Ling pointed to the bamboo hat, and said with a smile: "Brother Shen, can you recognize this?"

Shen Changzhou didn't answer, turned his head to look at Yang Pingzhu below, happened to glance up, saw a smile on the face of the person, greeted the person below, Yu Jian flew up to the roof.

"Where did you go?!" After Yang Pingzhu shouted, he noticed the other two people, one he didn't know, and the other...

He picked up the scroll in his hand and pondered for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

"Brother Yang." Qi Ling took off his hat.

"Qi Ling!" Yang Pingzhu rubbed his eyes to make sure he read correctly, and compared them with the scrolls for a long time.

Qi Ling: "...you are?"

"Oh." Yang Pingzhu was sure that he did not recognize the wrong person, he threw the scroll up and hooked up with Qi Ling, "I haven't seen you for a year, and I am not used to seeing a real person suddenly, I am afraid that I will recognize the wrong person! Hiss—Brother Qi, The weather in this place is as cold as it gets? My back is still warm, why is there a chill now..."

"You should let go first." Qi Ling smiled dryly and pulled him away. Yang Pingzhu complained, then turned to see Fan Ji with a dark face, and after being startled, he realized that there was another person: "Brother Qi , who is this?"

This black-faced expression is comparable to that of Wu Nong back then.As long as he gets closer to brother Qi, he will receive such treatment.

!

A thought suddenly appeared in Yang Pingzhu's head, he changed his eyes, and looked at Qi Ling carefully, as if he wanted to see him through.

Finally, Fan Ji couldn't help but uttered: "...you, again, look!"

Faced with the facts he imagined, Yang Pingzhu felt that this sound was not enough to scare him, so he blatantly dragged Qi Ling to the other side, "Brother Qi, come here."

"Ah, what are you doing..." Qi Ling was forced to follow him, thinking that Brother Yang was going too far.He didn't dare to look into Fan Ji's eyes, for fear of another stabbing pain after seeing it.

"Brother Qi, we are brothers, tell me the truth."

Yang Pingzhu had a serious face, and made Qi Ling pause for a moment, thinking that he had actually seen something, or knew something about the fact that he left Qianhe Mountain a year ago.

Qi Ling struggled for a while, thinking that he must not tell him that he is the High Priest of the Demon Race.

"Is that the relationship between you and that person?"

Qi Ling: "Huh?"

Yang Pingzhu hit him on the forehead anxiously.

Fan Ji saw all their actions, "Try to touch him again!" After saying that, he rushed to beat Yang Pingzhu, Qi Ling cast a spell on him, telling him to stand on his feet for a while. Can't move.

Fan Ji: "Qi Ling!!"

Qi Ling: "...Don't just hit me, hurry up and finish what you're talking about."

If he provokes the Lord like this, he is afraid that he will have a difficult time for a while.

"Are you stupid, Wu..." Yang Pingzhu suddenly stopped, thinking that talking about that person might hurt Qi Ling, and then said: "I think that person protects you so much, is it interesting for you?"

"Yes." Qi Ling replied very simply, without any hesitation.

Yang Pingzhu was startled, "Then, then you..."

"Me too." Qi Ling replied calmly.

"Then, then you!" Yang Pingzhu didn't know where to think, and his face turned red, "Is there..."

"..." Qi Ling naturally understood what he was going to ask later, so he nodded sullenly, "...you're not finished, let's talk about business." As he said this, he wanted to go back, but Yang Pingzhu stopped him again.

"There is an end, but brother Qi, I have one last question."

Qi Ling stamped his feet without turning around, "What?"

Yang Pingzhu: "It's nothing, that is, since you have him, have you given up on Wu Nong long ago? I know you knew he was a demon at the time, and you must have been sad for a long time. Later, I thought about you waking up and persuading him You, who knew you would disappear... I just want to say, it’s good to forget, people, you can’t hang yourself on a tree.”

"..." Qi Ling paused for a long time without making a sound.

The other party was carrying Yang Pingzhu on his back, and Yang Pingzhu couldn't see his expression. Seeing that he didn't speak, he lowered his head and said, "Brother Qi... I shouldn't have said it..."

Fan Ji broke free from Qi Ling's shackles, rushed up and pulled Qi Ling back.

Qi Ling struggled a bit, Fan Ji looked at him in shock.

"Don't worry, I won't hang myself from a tree." Qi Ling knew in his heart that he shouldn't have touched Fan Ji's Ni Lin many times in one day, he didn't completely push him away, he just turned his head Glancing at Yang Pingzhu, "Thank you Brother Yang for your concern."

Yang Pingzhu saw that he seemed to be in good condition, so he was relieved at what he said just now.

"Because..." Qi Ling took the initiative to pull Fan Ji back and walked back, his tone relaxed and casual: "I hanged myself on two trees."

After they got back to business, Qi Ling reintroduced Fan Ji to Yang Pingzhu and Shen Changzhou.

Yang Pingzhu muttered: "Ah Yuan...Brother Qi, so to speak, Brother Yuan is somewhat similar to the Xiao Yuan we met earlier."

Qi Ling loosened the plum blossom crisp in his hand, dropped it on the table, and said with a dry smile, "Yes, it's a bit like it."

"Who is your Brother Yuan!" Fan Ji took the plum blossom crisps that Qi Ling had bitten on the table, and gave Yang Pingzhu a glare.

"Hey, it's dirty..." Qi Ling wanted to redeem it, but Fan Ji stuffed it into his mouth without even a second.

Fan Ji glanced at him, and his voice was still full of anger: "Where is it dirty? The food you have eaten is very clean."

Qi Ling sighed, thinking that's all.

He was considered blind before, so he felt that the Lord had grown up.

Get angry, still so childish.