After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Both Shen Changzhou and Yang Pingzhu noticed how the two got along like this.The former didn't respond, and still looked indifferent, hiding all his thoughts and thoughts in his heart, but the latter was different, he lost his appetite at all after being disturbed by Fan Ji, and threw the remaining half of the plum blossom cake in the on the table.

"Oh, Brother Yuan, I lost this plum blossom cake too, why don't you..."

Fan Ji suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Get lost!"

Yang Pingzhu also gripped his saber.

Qi Ling's smile faded: "...you are enough."

Now that he has regained his memory, even though he is not in the Demon Race, as a high priest, he will still feel a little sullen when he sees some farce that shouldn't happen.

Xu Shi sensed Qi Ling's anger, Fan Ji shut up and stopped picking trouble with Yang Pingzhu.

Yang Pingzhu didn't want to cause more trouble, he went down the mountain this time to find Qi Ling, he had to go back to work after finishing the task, there was no time to delay.

"Mission?" Qi Ling asked, "What are you looking for from me?"

Yang Pingzhu glanced at Shen Changzhou, and Shen Changzhou got up and walked aside, first cast a shielding technique around them, and then used his spiritual power to draw a formation on the ground.

Qi Ling saw that formation, it was the same formation as the glazed bow that had been sealed in the Soul Pagoda.

Xuanji Fan, this thought came to his mind, since Shen Changzhou and Yang Pingzhu came here, he had faintly felt the existence of Xuanji Fan.

They are... bringing out the Xuanji Fan.

Shen Changzhou used the formation to call out the mystery fan that had been sealed for one year, and said: "The master explained this formation, you know how to solve it."

Qi Ling nodded, this is the formation created by his mother back then, Song Ruoqing showed him how to break it when he was young.It's just that the fashion is small, and I was absent-minded when I looked at it, I just had an impression.

Liuli Bow's arrow pierced the heart, but it made him retrieve all his childhood memories, which was a blessing in disguise.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a low mood, Fan Ji said, "Would you know it? I don't understand if you don't." He meant something, "It's not good to take out this broken fan anyway."

Qi Ling replied, "Yes."

Fan Ji: "..."

Without saying a word, he glanced at Qi Ling and left.

Yang Ping was dumbfounded, wondering why this person suddenly didn't care about Qi Ling again.

It is clear that Xuanji Fan is so dangerous.

Yang Pingzhu: "Brother Qi, who is this Yuan, why does he know Xuanji... Hey, Shen Changzhou, why are you dragging me?"

Shen Changzhou winked at Qi Ling, and Qi Ling nodded, watching Yang Pingzhu being dragged away reluctantly.

He was the only one left near the formation, and Qi Ling stretched out his hand to gather spiritual energy.

He probably knew the reason why Fan Ji didn't want him to unblock the Xuanji Fan. One was because he was afraid that the Xuanji Fan would be cracked and it would be too dangerous to unseal it hastily, and the other was because of Ji Ze.

Qi Ling lowered his eyes, and closed his eyes to perceive the direction of the spiritual power of the formation.

In fact, this is also the reason why he wanted to unlock the Mysterious Fan.

Since he regained his memory, he also remembered the time when he was with Ji Ze in the human world.

He understood that he was the one who took Ji Ze away from the original place. In those days, Ji Ze walked out of his own world and began to trust others again.

Later, he left without saying a word, and pushed him into another abyss with his own hands.

There was one thing he still couldn't figure out.

He carefully recalled the things that happened between Ji Ze and him, and none of them was worth making him hate himself so much.Could it be... It's just that his own departure made Ji Ze remember it in his heart...

Sensing the external spiritual power, the formation suddenly started to rotate, and the silent dead souls in the mysterious fan also noticed this familiar spiritual power, and began to stir again.

Qi Ling controlled the rotation of the formation bit by bit, and checked the situation inside the mystery fan on the other side: "Ji Ze."

No one in Xuanji Fan replied.

Qi Ling continued to unseal the Xuanji Fan: "Ji Ze!"

"he died."

Qi Ling missed a beat in his heart: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? He was already in the place of death, and it took a lot of strength to force him out. Later, he helped you so much and suppressed us on the Xuanji Fan for so long. Do you think we can let him go?"

Qi Ling's hand trembled, and a dead soul ran out of the mysterious fan. He quickly concentrated his attention on controlling his spiritual power, and with his other hand, he grabbed the dead soul that was attacking him with his bare hands and crushed it.

"Haha... The High Priest is really not that trash with amnesia. It's just a pity... Ji Ze died because of that trash. What can you do if you think about it? He's still dead."

Qi Ling: "Shut up, the High Priest and Qi Ling have always been alone. Ji Ze will not die either, empty words are useless, don't try to mess with my mind."

The souls of the dead were still provoking in his ears, Qi Ling turned a deaf ear and ignored them all, but no matter how strong his heart was, it was inevitable that he would be disturbed.

When the Xuanji Fan was finally unsealed, Qi Ling's heart ached, and he forced it down, but still coughed up blood.

After the formation was over, Fan Ji saw Qi Ling half-kneeling on the ground holding the Xuanji Fan, and was the first to step forward to check, Qi Ling jumped in front of him and said, "Help me up."

Fan Ji looked at the blood on Qi Ling's mouth and hands, with a complicated expression on his face, and opened his mouth to speak.Seeing this, Qi Ling raised his voice again, with a bit of sternness: "I said help me up!"

Fan Ji was stunned for a moment, and suppressed all the remaining words, his face gradually darkened, instead of helping Qi Ling up, he hugged him horizontally, turned around and walked towards the house.

Only then did Yang Pingzhu recover from Qi Ling's stern roar, "Hey..."

Fan Ji stamped his feet, turned his back to them and said coldly: "The seal of Xuanji Fan has been released, please go back, both of you."

After finishing speaking, he brought Qi Ling into the house and cast a shielding technique around him.

Yang Pingzhu looked at Shen Changzhou: "This...Brother Qi is injured, we...won't he go back to Qianhe Mountain with us?"

Shen Changzhou: "No return."

"Why? Isn't he the apprentice of the head of the sect? He was captured by the demon clan named Wu Nong before, and this..." Yang Pingzhu realized something was wrong, "He escaped? Then why didn't he go back to Qianhe Mountain? I was looking for someone here..."

Shen Changzhou turned and left.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Yang Pingzhu followed.

"That guy named A Yuan has already chased away all the customers, what are you still doing here?"

"He told you to go, so you go?"

"...As long as the task is completed." Shen Changzhou took Mo Li down and said, "There are a lot of things recently, so I'd better go back earlier."

Yang Pingzhu: "That's what you said... Then I didn't think that if brother Qi could go back, he would have a better chance of winning if he stabbed the Demon Lord with his glazed bow."

"Whether he returns or not is his business." Shen Changzhou's eyes darkened: "Maybe it's better not to go back."

Yang Pingzhu was puzzled: "Ah? Why?"

Shen Changzhou: "...the rarer the existence, the easier it is to cause disputes."

What happened on Qianhe Mountain a year ago, he heard from eyewitnesses when he went back.

At that moment, he wondered why the glazed beads in Song Deng's hand were dropped by someone, and the colored glazed beads were connected to the soul tower in a formation. The man seemed to be planning to do something in this fairy meeting by taking advantage of the chaos.

He checked a lot of information and asked a lot of people, and the question was finally answered—it was blood.

Song Ruoqing's blood flowed from Qi Ling's body. Those people wanted to use the same method as a hundred years ago to obtain the blood of prescience and the ability to use artifacts.

"What?" Yang Pingzhu became more and more confused by his talking, "Shen Changzhou, why are you talking in such a mess now?"

Shen Changzhou ignored him: "..."

Fan Ji put Qi Ling on the bed and turned around to dig through the drawer. Qi Ling didn't even care about the pain behind him, and immediately sat up and knelt on the ground with bare feet, "My lord."

Fan Ji paused, then continued to dig through the drawer, took a piece of clean clothes, turned around and saw Qi Ling kneeling on the ground, glanced at him and sat down beside him.

"..."

Fan Ji stared at Qi Ling for a long time, but didn't speak.

Qi Ling got cold on his knees, but he just pressed his lower lip lightly to hold back: "Just now..."

"Just what?" Fan Ji abruptly interrupted him, "What kind of god do you think you are? Qi Ling, what's so good about the Xuanji Fan? It's worth your life."

Qi Ling's Adam's apple moved slightly, "My mother left me the Xuanji fan."

"..." Fan Ji glanced at the blood stains on his clothes. This man was already thin, and he looked weaker when he vomited blood. Even though Fan Ji knew that he was used to such injuries, he would still Worried: "You get up first."

Qi Ling hesitated for a moment, then got up and stood by the side.

Fan Ji pushed the clothes on the table: "Put on."

Qi Ling looked up and saw a black dress on the table.

"You wear the deity's first." Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Fan Ji knocked on the table a few times to signal him to hurry up.

Qi Ling took the clothes, he knew it would be big before he put them on, he glanced at Fan Ji, "My lord..."

Fan Ji raised his eyes: "You change, the deity will watch."

Qi Ling: "..."

"Don't carry it on your back."

"...Honorable Lord!"

"Disobedient? Then you will be held accountable for yelling at me just now." Fan Ji looked at Qi Ling with a smile in his eyes, and his eyes fell on a certain part of his body: "By the way, I will punish you for the punishment you owe on the roof." gone."

Qi Ling said anxiously: "No way!"

Fan Ji raised his hand: "Then change it."

"..." Qi Ling took off his outer robe, then stopped suddenly, discussing with Fan Ji: "That's what the lord meant just now... If I take off the robe, can the punishment owed on the roof be avoided?"

"...Yes." Fan Ji looked at him like he was really scared, but he still felt distressed after all, so he took a step back and said, "It's fine to change the method."

"what?"

Fan Ji pointed to his mouth.

Qi Ling leaned down and kissed it.

Fan Ji didn't expect him to be so active, he was stunned for a second and then shook his head.

Qi Ling: "?"

Fan Ji moved his hand down, "You can use your mouth."

When Qi Ling saw him pointing at that place, his face turned red, he didn't know where he was choking, and he started coughing.

"...just to scare you." Seeing his reaction, Fan Ji hurriedly said, "I know you like to be clean."

It's just that he didn't expect that the next second Qi Ling really knelt down and reached out to untie his belt.

Fan Ji quickly grabbed his hand and growled, "What are you doing?"

Qi Ling lowered his head, his ears were red, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear him: "Dear..."

"The deity said no need." Fan Ji hurriedly picked him up and put him on his lap, the two of them were facing each other, "You have injuries on your body, don't touch that unclean thing."

"It's okay..." Qi Ling leaned on Fan Ji's shoulder, he had already sensed the strangeness in this man, and whispered: "My back is hurt, but my mouth is not hurt, if you really want to..."

Fan Ji could bear it originally, but after being tormented by him, his voice was hoarse: "No need..."

Qi Ling got up suddenly and looked into his eyes fixedly, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but also seemed to expose his lie.

Fan Ji froze, and his body heated up disobediently.

He grabbed Qi Ling, his Adam's apple moved slightly: "..."