After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

The water dungeon sees no light all year round, is dark and humid, and emits bursts of chills. Fan Ji hears the movement in the distance, but has no reaction.Until the sound of light footsteps stopped not far from him, he didn't raise his head to take a look.

"Your Highness."

Hearing this sound, Fan Ji shook his body and immediately raised his head.

Here the golden silk thread penetrated his body to confine the spiritual power, and it was wrapped with thick chains, all of which weighed on him.

Fan Ji felt a sudden pain in his heart when he saw the bandaged wound on Qi Ling's hand split open and overflowed with blood.He was very conflicted, afraid that this was a dream, and that this person would disappear in a second, so he didn't dare to confirm it, so he just moved his chapped lips and didn't speak.

"My lord." Qi Ling put his hand on the barrier separating them, and called softly: "Fan Ji..."

He couldn't believe that Fan Ji was really alive.

Sacrifice has never been used before, Fan Ji is the first one, but it is not like in the legend, it will end only after absorbing all the spiritual power of the sacrificer.

With reddish eyes, Qi Ling quietly looked at the man covered in blood.Those righteous people made him like this in order to lock him up.

But now he has no strength, and even tried his best not to fall down, unable to break through the barrier.

Fan Ji closed his eyes, then opened them again, and after confirming that the person in front of him really stood in front of him and never disappeared, he dared to make a voice that was too hoarse: "Qi... Ling..."

His voice was very soft, and with the distance between Qi Ling and him, there was another layer of barriers, so it couldn't reach the other party's ears at all.

Qi Ling was barely able to stand still by relying on this barrier, but the barrier suddenly shattered in the next second, and Qi Ling fell forward.

There was a sound of iron chains breaking in my ears.

Qi Ling raised his eyes, without the barrier of the barrier, he could see the blood on Fan Ji's face more clearly.

"Respect..."

"Shut up!" Fan Ji suddenly raised his voice, feeling too excited, coughing for a long time after speaking, causing the sound of chains to float in the empty water prison.Qi Ling tried a few times and couldn't stand up, so he could only crawl forward a few times to get closer to Fan Ji. Seeing this, Fan Ji shouted again: "Stop!"

The water in the dungeon radiated coolness, Qi Ling began to shiver from the cold, and even fell into a drowsy sleep.

"You are not allowed to enter the water!" Fan Ji stayed here for two days, knowing the temperature of the water, his teeth chattered, and he said again: "Who allowed you to come and find me? Those people on the right way...cough cough..."

Seeing that he was coughing up blood again, Qi Ling took another step towards the pool, as if he was about to enter the water.

Fan Ji: "Qi Ling!"

Qi Ling paused, couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, they fell and dripped into the pool, blurring him reflected there.

After these few roars, Fan Ji's voice became even hoarse, and he said softly, "I have something to tell you."

Qi Ling raised his head to look at him, only to see that the other party lowered his head, his black hair was disheveled, the ends of his hair were submerged in the water, he looked embarrassed, but he still refused to look up at him.

"The deity met Ji Ze... a long time ago." Fan Ji paused, and added: "Before you and Guan, the deity has seen him."

Qi Ling looked at him steadfastly, without saying a word.

"You know, the deity didn't like you from the beginning, it was youthful rebellion. After getting along for a long time, the deity... thought of you better." Fan Ji said: "At that time, the deity saw Ji for the first time. Ze... also knew your life experience for the first time."

"...You don't have horns, because your mother is a human, and your father is the previous high priest of the demons. Song Ruoqing used her foresight to see her future, so she asked your father to bring you to the demons."

Fan Ji raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Qi Ling, "The reason why I treated you like that later was because... I hate the human race."

As the young master of the Demon Race, he naturally knew from childhood that the Demon Race had never taken the initiative to provoke the Human Race, but those Human Race spoke of the Demon Race as heinous outside.

He couldn't figure it out, so he went to the human race secretly once, and showed his horns in front of people because of his poor transformation technique, and was seen by those people pointing their heads at the devil, and some even threw things at him, and his eyes turned red because of anger After that, they ran away one by one in fright, and no one cared about his life or death.

After such an experience, he rarely left the Demon Realm again, but his resentment towards the human race gradually deepened.

Qi Ling knew about Fan Ji's hatred for the human race a long time ago, but he never thought that Fan Ji's hostility towards him for so many years came from the blood of the human race that flowed from his body.

"You go." Seeing that Qi Ling hadn't said a word, Fan Ji thought he was hurt by these words, and didn't know how to face it.

Fan Ji didn't know how to look at Qi Ling. In the final analysis, he was ashamed of this person. Qi Ling didn't know anything, and he was hostile and bullied by him for more than 100 years for no apparent reason.

"As long as you don't recognize the deity, those human races will let you go for a while with the prophetic bloodline that the human race reads on you." Fan Ji lowered his eyes and said, "Don't come to the deity again."

The water droplets condensed on the chains fell into the pool, splashing a few small ripples, and neither of them spoke again, so long that Fan Ji felt that Qi Ling was disappointed in him, and would never talk to him again.

"...It's really hypocritical." Qi Ling suddenly laughed.

In the huge water prison, apart from the sound of water dripping, this sentence is very clear.

Fan Ji's heart trembled, and he looked at Qi Ling with a complicated expression.

Qi Ling tried several times to force himself to stand up, and said coldly, "After all these years, I've become more and more hypocritical."

"...Listen well." Qi Ling met Fan Ji's eyes firmly, his voice was not loud, but Fan Ji felt an unshakable firmness for no reason: "If you want to drive me away, don't even think about it." .”

After Qi Ling finished speaking, there was another long silence between the two of them. There was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door. Qi Ling and Fan Ji both looked up, only to see the head of the Linyang Sect walking slowly towards the water prison. come inside.

He waved his sleeve, and the water level began to drop.

"The souls of the demon world are scattered, how do you plan to deal with it?" He asked, not about Qi Ling's private escape from Wuding Peak.

Qi Ling pursed his lower lip, but did not answer.

Too many things have happened recently, and he is actually a little tired, and he doesn't know how to solve it.

"Qingquan Mountain." The head of the sect took back the golden thread on Fan Ji's body, and Fan Ji yelled, without support, the whole person fell to the ground.

"Where are you going?" The head of the sect suddenly grabbed Qi Ling who was going to look for Fan Ji, Qi Ling was about to struggle, but found that he was treating his wound.

"Qi Ling, it shows on the Wuxiang ternary disk that the Ji Ze you mentioned is inseparable from the souls of the dead." The master said, "The Xuanji Fan has been destroyed. With so many souls, only they have different attitudes towards Ji Ze."

"I'm leaving for Qingquan Mountain today, you have to go to Ji Ze, he only sees you."

Fan Ji bled a lot, but those golden threads only imprisoned his spiritual power for a short time, not as much damage as the glazed bow did to him.The internal injuries on Qi Ling's body will not be healed in a short time, the head of the sect gave him some spiritual power so that he can move normally.

The two of them were still injured, and they set off for Qingquan Mountain overnight.Fan Ji coughed a lot along the way, Qi Ling wanted to express his concern, but in the end he couldn't bear it.

Looking from a distance, the top of the mountain is full of trees that have lost their branches and leaves.As the two got closer, they saw a deserted temple deep in the woods.

Qi Ling reached out to push the door, Fan Jizhi said, "Are you sure he's here?"

Qi Ling's subordinates froze, "The hexagrams of Wuxiang Sanyuan Pan can't be wrong." Then he pushed the door lightly.

This place has been deserted for a long time, but it doesn't take much effort to push the door open. The door was only supported by one point. Qi Ling pushed it like this, and the whole door fell to the ground, splashing dust and choking people coughing .

Fan Ji opened his eyes to look inside, but there was nothing unusual except for some dusty items.He took the lead in stepping into the temple to explore, and after a while, he came to the same conclusion: "There is nothing unusual."

Qi Ling denied: "The surrounding resentment is very weak, he was injured, and he is here." He frowned and observed every object around him intently.

When resentment is extremely weak, it can only attach to objects.

But this also shows that if the dead soul is hit hard, it is impossible to escape.

"Resentment?" Fan Ji closed his eyes for a moment to sense, except for the resentment that the wish he made earlier in this temple was not fulfilled, he did not find Ji Ze.

In the next second, Qi Ling suddenly walked in one direction. He removed the thing that was pressing on it, took out the folding fan at the bottom, and dusted off the dust on it.

Qi Ling lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "...Ji Ze."

no respond.

Fan Ji cast a barrier outside the door, looked at the darkness covering the sky in the distance, frowned and said: "Those dead souls... have come after them."

Qi Ling opened the folding fan, and on it were several wintersweet plants, as bright as blood on the yellowed paper.

"Tell me why..." Qi Ling spoke to the folding fan. He knew that Ji Ze could hear him, and he also knew that Ji Ze didn't hate him completely, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen the folding fan when they met as an attachment, "Why are you so Hate me, what does it have to do with Qingquan Mountain? I don't remember... sorry, Ji Ze..."

Before he finished speaking, the wintersweet on the folding fan in Qi Ling's hand suddenly withered, losing its original color.

Opening his eyes again, Qi Ling was in the illusion again.

There are verdant trees on both sides. Many believers climbed up from the foot of the mountain and passed Qi Ling.He turned around and saw that the temple behind him was full of incense and people were coming and going, all of them were believers who came here to worship.

Suddenly, a very unremarkable child came into Qi Ling's sight.

He recognized that it was Ji Ze, and stepped forward to follow.

The clothes Ji Ze was wearing were still the ones he gave him back then, but they didn't fit anymore and had many holes on them.

Standing behind Ji Ze, Qi Ling clasped his hands together to make a wish after seeing him kowtow a few times, muttering, "Where did you say he went?"

"He made an appointment with me to come back, so he will remember it, right?" Ji Ze closed his eyes and said, "He said he asked me to wait for him, so how long will I have to wait?"

"Is one year enough? It won't take ten years, will it?"

"It's not easy for me to meet a different person, you say... Will he be like everyone else, and finally abandon me..."

Qi Ling stood aside and listened to him mumbling for a long time, the more he listened, the more confused he became, when did he make an agreement with Ji Ze?

Judging by his appearance, it should be a few years after they met in Xuntang. At that time, he was in the demon world, and he always thought that he was a demon. How could he come back to him?

As soon as the scene turned, Qi Ling was still standing in place, and the evening sun happened to shine in, falling on the spot where Ji Ze was kneeling before.The number of people going to the temple gradually decreased, and a person suddenly appeared at the door, and the setting sun elongated his shadow.

Qi Ling watched Ji Ze come in. He was not wearing the unfit clothes. He knelt where the sun was shining, kowtowed a few times, and clasped his hands together: "He still hasn't come back. I waited for him." Five years, I wanted to go to find him in the past five years, but I was afraid that he would suddenly come back and find me, so you said... should I go to him..."

Ji Ze kowtowed again, he knelt straight on the cushion, Qi Ling saw that the light in his eyes was dimming.

……

"Today is the tenth year since he left... I know, he won't come back. He won't remember our agreement."

"He was finally like those people, pulled me out of hell, gave me light, and then pushed me down with even more ruthless hands..."

Qi Ling stood where he was, and could only see hatred in Ji Ze's eyes.

……

"From today onwards, I will not pray for him to come back...I will curse him."

Qi Ling was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes and looked at the person with hatred in his eyes.

"Not only him, but all the people in this world, they are all hypocritical and sanctimonious."

……

Qi Ling froze in place, watching different Ji Ze enter this temple again and again, from the initial prayer, to the later disappointment, to despair and curse.

He suddenly had a headache, and his figure was a little unsteady. He took two steps back and held onto the curtain beside him.

"I made a decision."

Ji Ze's voice sounded again, Qi Ling raised his eyes to look, but this time Ji Ze didn't kneel down, but stood there, different from before, his eyes were burning, implying the deepest hatred.

"I've seen a forbidden technique that can curse others." Ji Ze said the following words calmly, with no expression on his face: "I want to use this forbidden technique to let all the dead souls in this world come out, and kill all those people." To hell."

Qi Ling: "No!"

He moved to catch Ji Ze, but only penetrated his body when Ji Ze turned around.

After all, this is just an illusion, what has happened is irreversible, and Ji Ze at that time could not hear it.

Qi Ling: "You can't use that forbidden technique! Ji Ze——!"

……

"What kind of ruined temple is this! A few days ago I went out to ask for my son's safety. I waited at home for many days and no one came back. How could I have slipped and fell into the water and drowned!"

"My daughter-in-law prayed for blessings at this Qingquan Temple, and she conceived within a few days after returning home!"

"Floods in Zhoujiazhuang flooded all the crops in the field..."

More and more people came in to complain, and in the end, all the blessings spoken by those people turned into curses, and this Qingquan Temple also became an ominous temple, gradually declining.

Until the last believer left, Qi Ling never saw Ji Ze come back.

The movement of the dead soul hitting the barrier brought Qi Ling back to reality.

"I went to find you." Ji Ze said in a voice that was so weak that he could hardly hear it: "I hate you, I went to the Demon Race to find Fan Ji...I told him to kill you..."

Qi Ling glanced sideways at Fan Ji.

Fan Ji: "...I've said it before, I don't like humans."

"But you didn't kill the killer in the end." Qi Ling smiled lightly, as if thinking of something, "The Lord pushed me to death, but he still came to look for me."

Fan Ji didn't speak.

Qi Ling turned to the cloud of black air on the folding fan again: "What is the agreement between me and you?"

"..." Ji Zemo was silent for a while, the ghosts outside the house clamored even louder, and the barrier was almost unable to hold on.

Qi Ling bit his lower lip: "I... really can't remember."

"It's not that you don't remember..."

"what?"

"...You don't know." Ji Ze said in a very small voice, "You don't know."

Qi Ling was stunned.

"You said...you will always be in the human world." Ji Ze said: "You left without saying hello, I thought you were a betrayal, just like those people, so I hate you."

The dead souls over there are about to break through the barrier, and the remaining spiritual power in Fan Ji's body will also be exhausted.

Qi Ling said: "I... I never said that..."

He never said that he would stay in the human world forever.

Although he didn't know that his own father was a demon at that time, he could also tell from his mother that his mother's status was special, and his future life would definitely not be stable.

Knowing this well, he would not easily say such things to Ji Ze.

Ji Ze: "I know...that's why I'm too stupid. I should have realized that it was just an illusion." He laughed and said, "I was deceived by this for more than 100 years, but I did it voluntarily. I just didn't expect, I went further and further away, and finally believed in this sentence, and couldn't tell whether it was reality or illusion."

Qi Ling: "Then why did you suddenly remember that it was an illusion?"

"Because..." Ji Ze suddenly rushed out of the folding fan and crashed into the barrier.

"...you promised me, you did it."

boom--!

The moment Qingquan Temple collapsed, Fan Ji hugged Qi Ling tightly from above, and cast a barrier above the two of them.

After everything fell silent, Qi Ling raised his eyes to look around, and happened to meet Wu Nong's eyes.

Qi Ling didn't say a word, but Fan Ji knew what he was going to say: "It's all right..."

After knowing what happened at that moment, Qi Ling bit his lower lip tightly, and gripped the handle of the shattered folding fan tightly in his hand, only heard a cracking sound, and the handle of the fan broke into two halves.

Wu Nong hugged Qi Ling tightly, and repeated: "It's okay, Qi Ling."

"...Ji Ze, is Ji Ze..." Qi Ling couldn't continue, and his voice became more crying.

But he obviously didn't cry.

Qi Ling thought: It doesn't hurt at all.But it's strange, why cry when it doesn't hurt?

"He shouldn't be here long ago." Fan Ji said in his ear: "Those dead souls, they shouldn't be here long ago..."

If it weren't for Ji Ze, those dead souls wouldn't have been doing evil for so many years.

It was the forbidden technique he used to release all the dead souls, so those dead souls were afraid of him.

The easiest way to deal with those souls is to kill Ji Ze.

Qi Ling is also aware of this connection, there are no dead souls around, so many dead souls disappear in an instant, that can only explain one result.

Qi Ling grabbed Fan Ji's lapel, leaned against him and sobbed softly.

"...You know, I don't like you being in contact with other people." Fan Ji broke the barrier and shook the huge boulders away, "I also don't like you crying for others."

Qi Ling was choked by the dust, and halfway through his crying, he was forcibly interrupted and coughed a few times. He buried himself on Fan Ji's body and did not speak, his body trembling due to the movement of sobbing.

"But this time..." Fan Ji knew Ji Ze's position in Qi Ling's heart, lightly patted him on the back, and said softly, "I allow you to cry for him."

At sunset, Qi Ling had stopped sobbing, and the two stood on the top of the mountain looking at the clouds in the distant sky, like a fire that lit the whole sky red, trying to melt all the snow on the mountain.

The outer robe on Qi Ling's body fell off at some point, Fan Ji took off his own and put it on for him, saying: "What are you going to do next?"

Qi Ling lowered his head and didn't speak.

Fan Ji looked down the mountain, there was a layer of thin clouds between the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain, it looked like it was shrouded in mist.

He said casually, "I don't want to go back to the Demon Realm anymore."

"it is good."

Startled, Fan Ji looked at Qi Ling.

The High Priest...agreed?

Qi Ling also turned around to look at him, knowing that the person in front of him was shocked, so he explained to him: "I know you don't like the Demon Realm, so let's come back and have a look after the Demon Realm has settled down again."

Fan Ji noticed that he said "we" and asked, "Then you too..."

Qi Ling wiped away the wet tears from his eyes, "I didn't go back to Qianhe Mountain, nor did I go back to the Demon Realm."

"As promised earlier, I want to watch the New Year's fireworks with you. There is no such festival in the Devil Realm."

"Accompany you to play the human world all over, and see how this human world is different from the demon world."

The sun was setting and a small full moon was rising on the other side.

"No matter where you are, walk with the Lord."

Just like the moon in the sky, walking with you, seeing all the cold colors of the mountains and rivers, and all kinds of beings.

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The author has something to say:

It's over here~ There should be a side story later, I haven't decided what to write yet.I have to be busy with the homework that I have piled up in the past few days, and it may be a few days before the episode.