After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

"Woo..." Qi Ling lay on Fan Ji's lap and sobbed softly, his nose was stuffed up and he couldn't breathe.

Fan Ji picked him up, and wiped his mouth with the handkerchief beside him, "I even said no..." He met Qi Ling's eyes, and suddenly hesitated to continue talking.

Qi Ling glared at him fiercely, with tears in his eyes, his voice was hoarse: "My fault?"

"It's clearly you...uh..."

Fan Ji tasted it with his tongue in his mouth.

He took the water glass on the table, "wash your mouth."

"..." Qi Ling sniffed, got up and went to the side to rinse his mouth. After rinsing, he fell directly on the bed, leaving Fan Ji alone.

"I know you're tired, but you change your clothes first." Fan Ji took the clothes to him, "I don't want to look at you."

Qi Ling didn't say a word, he seemed to be angry.

Fan Ji took a step back: "I shouldn't have suddenly..."

"Cough cough..." Qi Ling coughed, interrupting what he was going to say later, Fan Ji hurriedly bent down and pulled him over, pressed his chin and told him to open his mouth: "Are you hurt?"

Qi Ling slapped his hand away, and let himself lie down again.

Fan Ji was at a loss for a moment.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before, and the first time he felt it was weird, he moved uncomfortably, and before he could react, he heard Qi Ling scream in pain.

He hurriedly withdrew, but Qi Ling held his throat and choked for a long time.

Later he said no more, but Qi Ling continued with tears in his eyes.

He knew it must have hurt his throat.

"Does it hurt?" he asked cautiously.

Qi Ling: "..."

Fan Ji looked at the silent man again, turned around and poured a glass of water and put it on the low cabinet beside the bed: "Stop talking today, I'll buy you some medicine for your throat."

Hearing the last word, Qi Ling turned his head to look, but only heard the sound of the door closing.

He lay on his back, stared at the top of his head for a long time, and let out a low moan from his throat, as if he was listening to that person: "It hurts..."

The body hurts, the throat hurts, and the back hurts too.

He is actually afraid of pain.

Also afraid of taking medicine.

He thought about it, pulled the quilt over his head, and got angry inside.

I know it hurts to provoke him, so I don't coax him at this time.

How dare...you dare to buy medicine!

When Fan Ji came back from buying medicine outside, he saw that the quilt was arched, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, the people inside even moved their bodies to wrap themselves tightly.

"It's so cold?" Fan Ji walked over and said, "After the High Priest came back, it seems to be a lot easier. You never dared to mess around in front of this deity before. It's because your nature was exposed after amnesia, and you just don't bother to pretend now? "He said, reaching in and pinching the person under the quilt.

Qi Ling moved for a while, trying to get rid of his grasping hand, but he refused to get out.

"The medicine is not bitter." Fan Ji put down this sentence, the people inside suddenly stopped moving, and he said again: "The patience of the deity is limited, Qi Ling, the deity ordered you to come out."

"..." Qi Ling pondered for a moment, still taking into account his status as the High Priest, he stopped resisting, Ren Fanji lifted the quilt on his body, and when he came out, not only did he breathe much easier, but he also smelled a faint smell of medicine.

Fan Ji straightened his messy hair, and handed over the medicine bowl, "Drink it."

Qi Ling didn't dare to refuse any more, picked up the bowl and took a sip, it seemed that it really wasn't bitter.

It seems that sugar has been added to neutralize the original bitterness.After finishing the bowl, Fan Ji stretched out his hand towards him, Qi Ling handed over the empty bowl, but he didn't take it.

Qi Ling: "?"

Fan Ji: "Hand."

"..." Qi Ling gave him one hand in a daze, Fan Ji held that hand, and his expression became serious.

Qi Ling had a premonition that something was going to happen: "What's wrong?"

"Those people plan very quickly, and they may attack the demons at any time. I have been away from the demon world for so long, so I am not a competent demon, but this time I have to go back." Fan Ji clenched that hand, as if afraid of the next second That hand would slip out, "High Priest, would you like to return to the Demon Realm with me?"

Qi Ling stared blankly into Fan Ji's eyes.

What he fell in love with at first was the pair of eyes that hid the stars. Later, as the boy grew up, the stars in these eyes became more hostile and less radiant.But now the star in there seems to have reappeared, it is because he has him in his eyes, so there is light again.

Qi Ling put down the bowl, took Fan Ji's hand with the other, and said, "Of course I want to go back."

Not because of his status as the high priest of the demon clan, but because of where his sweetheart is, he will go with him.

Fan Ji closed the small shop, and left with Qi Ling quietly, as if they had never been here before.The traces left here are only the wintersweet blooming in the snow and an empty small house.

The two of them went back with their swords, passing the sky above Xuntang along the way, Qi Ling closed his eyes and counted the location and time, then looked down hesitantly.

Because he was afraid of being seen by others, Fan Ji flew very high, and the people he saw from their position were scattered black spots and densely packed houses.

Qi Ling didn't know what he saw, and his subordinates grabbed Fan Ji tightly, turned around and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Fan Ji also looked down at the Xuntang River.

"This river..." The wind was blowing hard, Qi Ling's eyelashes trembled, and he said: "Before I went to the Demon Race, I lived here all the time."

Fan Ji hugged him tightly, "Don't look down."

"But I don't remember at that time." The two flew across the Xuntang River, Qi Ling said to himself: "Father told me that I have always lived in the demon clan, so I believed it."

Fan Jing listened quietly, not understanding what he was trying to say when he said these words. Although he didn't want to hear it, he didn't stop him.

After Qi Ling finished speaking, he was silent for a while. Seeing that Fan Ji didn't seem to say anything, he pursed his lower lip and finally said: "...Actually, I met someone at that time, his name is Ji Ze."

Fan Ji thought of something, and trembled his fingertips for a moment.

Qi Ling didn't notice his reaction, he seemed to be talking to himself, or to Fan Ji: "The lord has already met him."

He went on to say: "Although I don't understand why he hates me so much, but he is not a bad person, he keeps saying that he wants me to die..." Qi Ling felt the hands on his body trembling, and he could see it when he raised his eyes. Fan Ji's face was sullen, as if there was something wrong with what he said just now, "My lord..."

"..." Fan Ji suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, "It's nothing, you can continue."

Even though he said so, Qi Ling knew this person very well, so he didn't dare to say any more.

The two were silent for a long time, Qi Ling lowered his head to think about the things about Ji Ze, and suddenly he heard the people around him say: "Continue to talk." The voice was filled with a bit of irritability that was not easy to distinguish, and Qi Ling was stunned at first. After a moment, he realized what he had said.

"Ji Ze..." Qi Ling raised his eyes to see Fan Ji's face and acted: "I seem to... have done something wrong to him. He hates me and wants to kill me, but he refuses to do it several times."

"My lord, to actually unseal the mysterious fan..."

"Part of it is because of him." Fan Ji interrupted him with a sneer: "This deity already knew."

Qi Ling looked at him: "What?"

what do you know?When did you know?

He couldn't see the whole story with his foresight.

Qi Ling looked at Fan Ji, wanting to hear his answer, but the other party's smile gradually subsided, and he didn't give the reply he wanted.

In the next second, Qi Ling detected the movement behind him with his foresight: "Go down first."

Fan Ji froze for a moment, didn't ask any further questions, and landed casually in the woods below.

Not long after, many monks flew over the forest, and they were heading towards the Demon Realm without a doubt.

Qi Ling raised his head and muttered: "...so fast."

They were afraid that it would be too late to go back.

I thought it would take a day or two for the human race to move, but I never thought it would be so sudden.Qi Ling frowned, although these cultivators didn't have glazed bows, once there were more of them, they would definitely be difficult to deal with.

What's more, he knows the strength of the demons better than Fan Ji. With so many people, if the demons want to win, they will probably lose a lot.

"My lord." Qi Ling wanted to ask him what he thought, but when he turned around, Fan Ji grabbed the sword again, "..."

What he wanted to say was suppressed by him, and he changed the way of saying: "Now that's the case, does the lord want to go back?"

If you go back, it will definitely not be easy.

Qi Ling: "My lord can keep it, I..."

Fan Ji put his hand on his lips, "Don't talk, you want me to keep it, you go back?" He sneered, "If that's the case, the demons will definitely not last a day. When you walk to the demon world, there It has long been a wasteland."

It was only then that Qi Ling remembered that he didn't know how to control a sword, and when he was in the Demon Race, he always walked on foot.

"This deity is a demon after all, stronger than you after all." I don't know who Fan Ji is speaking to: "Even if I know that I can't beat this time, this deity still wants to go back. The more the demons are like this, those who are themselves Those who claim righteousness are more rampant. The responsibility is on the body, even if you know the result, you can't escape."

He hugged Qi Ling tightly, opened his eyes and looked at the snow-covered grassland, his eyes were slightly dazed.

"...Isn't this taught by the high priest?"

The two hid their auras and went back to the Demon Realm, where the struggle between the two clans had already begun. Qi Ling saw that the demon clan was in trouble, but was dragged by Fan Ji to another place first.

"My lord, there are priorities. Since you have returned to the Demon Race, you should first go to the entrance to resist those people." Qi Ling was dragged into the trail by Fan Ji, and the Demon Race people went to the entrance to deal with the Human Race. Hidden, and no one found them.

"Where are you taking me?" Qi Ling realized that the road was very familiar as he walked, and recognized that it was the road leading to the peach tree.

Qi Ling didn't understand why the Lord brought him here. When he returned to the Demon Realm a year ago, he sensed that the tree had withered, so he didn't come here to take a look.

The two turned several turns while walking the path. Compared with the hustle and bustle at the entrance to the Demon Realm, this place seemed much quieter.

The peach tree is withered, it is decaying dark brown, and the water in the surrounding lakes has long since dried up, presenting a bleak look.

Fan Ji stood by the lake, looked at the peach tree and didn't speak.Seeing his fingers clenched slightly, as if he was holding back something, Qi Ling hurriedly stepped up to him and said, "It's just a tree..."

"What do you mean it's just a tree?" Fan Ji interrupted him suddenly, his voice was very calm, but he also hid bottomless anger, "This was your favorite place in the past..."

Qi Ling was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and said: "After I left, this tree has no spiritual energy to support..." In the middle of speaking, he turned again: "Leave it alone, it can't be saved like this." He pulled Fan Ji back The hand wants to go back, "The human race is at the entrance, we still..."

Fan Ji suddenly shook off his hand.

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, then turned around and stood there staring at him in a daze.

Fan Ji lowered his head, his broken hair covered his forehead, Qi Ling couldn't see his expression, only heard the man's voice: "How can you say that..."