Xianjun and Mojun broke the mirror and reunited

When the three gods who had just been rescued saw Pei Lin, they shivered and retreated to the wall as if they had seen the King of Hades.

Just now what Su Yang said to the palm priest, they heard every word, but before they had time to formally thank Lord Zhelan, they saw the demon king in colorful clothes and snow hair walking in.

They had fought against the Demon Lord before, and they knew that it would be easy to take their lives at the opponent's level. I am afraid that Zhelan Lord may not be able to protect him here-to be honest, if they can survive face to face with the Demon Lord, even they I didn't even think of it.

This person met and killed gods thousands of years ago. He has slaughtered countless immortals. Killing them is probably like playing games.

But he didn't, instead locked them up.

These days in the prison, it is not that the three immortals have not thought about the reason, but after thinking about it, they can only conclude that the old man has been imprisoned under the abyss for 1000 years, and now he has lost interest in bloody things like killing people. Yes—although it sounds nonsense, but other than that, I can't find a better explanation.

Seeing Pei Lin again now, they didn't dare to act rashly, they just hid behind Su Yang and waited quietly.

Su Yang didn't expect them to help, it's good not to cause trouble, he squeezed the priest's throat, and said seriously: "Master Demon Lord, I think you should know that I came to the Demon Realm this time to rescue These fairies."

"You have not been here for a thousand years, and all the affairs of the devil world are handled by the chief priest. He is loyal to you. I want to exchange his life for everyone in the fairy world to leave the devil world safely. It should be a good deal for you."

Pei Lin asked lightly, "Why do you think his life can threaten me?"

Su Yang claimed to know Pei Lin a little bit. He was like this in the past. He clearly cared about him, but on the surface he had to appear indifferent and almost indifferent.

Su Yang asked back: "If you really don't care about the life and death of the priest, you would have done it long ago. How can you listen to my nonsense so patiently?"

Pei Lin laughed softly.

With his smile, the Shangxian standing behind shook his hand, dropped the magic weapon on the ground, and hurriedly picked it up again.

Pei Lin said, "You think I didn't do anything because of him?"

What he said seemed to mean something, Su Yang had a strange premonition in his heart, and quickly suppressed it with reason, and said calmly: "Otherwise, what else could it be for."

"You might as well take a guess."

Pei Lin said calmly: "I locked up these three immortals, waiting for someone to rescue them."

Su Yang was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the fairy world, there is probably no one else who dares to break into the demon world alone and save people under the eyes of the demon king.

The implication in Pei Lin's words was obvious, he wanted to lure Su Yang into the game.

But why.

To kill him?

If so, why did Pei Lin not do it for a long time.

Suddenly, Su Yang thought of Pei Lin calling him at the altar just now.

It stands to reason that even if Pei Lin realizes that this "Ghost Moon General" is a fake, he can't easily recognize him. After all, in Pei Lin's memory, all the intersections between them are only that snowy night in the Demon Palace, and later on the critical cliff. , Su Yang stabbed him with the sword.

unless……

Unless Pei Lin remembered the past.

As soon as this thought appeared, Su Yang's heart felt like being stabbed by an awl, with sharp pain, followed by acid and bitterness flooding his chest, making him feel difficult to breathe, unable to think any further.

Because of his intense emotions, his hands became much stronger, and Zhang Si's eyes turned white when he pinched, and a terrified sob came out from his throat.

Su Yang came back to his senses, let go of his grip a little bit, and forced himself to calm down: "Since Lord Mojun set up a trick to lure me over, now that I'm here, other irrelevant people, can you let them go?" .”

Hearing his words, the three immortals behind said urgently: "Mr. Zhelan, this devil must have no good intentions to lure you here, absolutely don't fall into his tricks!"

"That's right. You personally sealed the devil back then, but now he must be holding a grudge and planning to harm you."

"I said why did this devil suddenly change his nature, and he didn't kill us. He wanted to use us as bait to invite Mr. Zhelan into the urn. His intentions are really sinister!"

Su Yang naturally knew that what they said was right, but since Pei Lin came for him, he stayed temporarily and let him let the others go. As for himself, he can wait for them to leave the devil world safely before making plans.

On the face, Su Yang said calmly: "If you can let the devil release people without bloodshed, why not trade my own safety, not to mention that if the devil wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago."

He put the words here, just to see if Pei Lin would agree or not.

Not long after, Pei Lin responded, "Okay, I can let them go."

He calmly took a step aside and let out the door of the cell.

Seeing this, the three immortals looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them really went out.

Su Yang urged: "Hurry up and leave, those two immortal officials are still waiting for someone to rescue them."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Pei Lin: "Lord Demon Monarch, when they leave the Demon Realm safely, I will return the Priestess to you, how about it?"

Pei Lin nodded, seeing the three still dawdling, said calmly: "If you don't leave, I'm going to change my mind."

"..."

They immediately gasped, got out of the prison door, and ran away with the wind on their feet.

Su Yang hooked his lips.

Zhang Si was pinched so hard by him just now, and now he has passed out, and he and Pei Lin are the only ones in the cell who are still conscious.

There is an iron bed next to the torture frame, which should also be used for torture, but it is not stained with much blood. Su Yang put a handkerchief on it and sat down on it: "There is no one else here now, Lord Demon Lord, you can tell me that you are thinking hard What are you trying to do to lure me into the game?"

Pei Lin turned to look at him, and the voice came from under the cold mask: "Guess."

Su Yang touched his chin and said uncertainly: "Torture me, humiliate me, imprison me?"

Pei Lin laughed softly, but nodded: "That's a good guess."

Su Yang had no choice but to smile wryly and said: "So, Lord Mojun really hates me."

Pei Lin said: "Thousands of years ago, I was stabbed in the heart by your sword at the critical cliff, and just now at the altar, I was stabbed in the heart by you again. Do you think I shouldn't hate you?"

Hearing him say these words calmly, Su Yang's head felt like it was pricked by a needle, and it hurt.

He didn't have any reason to defend himself, and after a while, he asked feebly, "Then why don't you kill me?"

Pei Lin said coldly: "That's too cheap for you."

"I won't let you die easily until the old accounts between us are settled."

The more he listened to him, the more Su Yang felt something was wrong.

In Pei Lin's memory, the grievances between them, that is, the sword of Judging Cliff, and today's sword, but no matter how he sounds, it seems that Su Yang owes him a lot.

Moreover, Pei Lin recognized him easily at the altar, and it was weird no matter how he thought about it.

Su Yang pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Lord Mojun, there is one thing I can't figure out. Just now on the altar, where did I show my feet and let you recognize me?"

Pei Lin asked him back: "Then how do you know, I like sweet cakes."

Su Yang was silent: "Can't it be my guess?"

Pei Lin: "Coincidentally, I also guessed."

Su Yang: "..."

He was at a loss for words, and felt that Pei Lin's series of actions were really suspicious, so while waiting for the other gods to report his safety, he seriously thought about the possibility of Pei Lin's memory recovery.

Ye Han once said that there is no cure for Zhaoxue Xianzong's lovesickness, and those who take it will not recover their memories even after thousands of years.

But that is his one-sided opinion after all, there are not many forbidden techniques and ancient books lost in this world, and lovesickness may not really have no antidote, it's just that they don't know it.

Having said that, Pei Lin was once a major disciple of Zhaoxue Immortal Sect, so he might know something about it.

Thinking of this, Su Yang looked at Pei Lin, and asked insincerely, "I heard that Mr. Mojun studied under the Zhaoxue Immortal Sect in his early years, and he was also a big disciple handed down by the head of the sect."

Pei Lin turned her face sideways, seeming to look at him: "Huh?"

Su Yang continued to think about it and said: "I also heard that Zhaoxue Xianzong has a kind of elixir that can make people forget their feelings..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Pei Lin sneer: "There is such a medicine, it's called lovesickness."

The ominous premonition in Su Yang's heart became more and more intense, he bit the tip of his tongue, and continued to ask calmly: "There is no cure for lovesickness, is there?"

Hearing this, Pei Lin was silent for a moment, and walked towards him: "Who told you, there is no cure for lovesickness."

Seeing his approaching slender figure, Su Yang's pupils shrank.

At that moment, he was overwhelmed by shock, bewilderment and all kinds of complicated emotions. Because it was so strong that Pei Lin bullied him, he couldn't avoid it in time.

When he came back to his senses, Su Yang's wrist was already tightly grasped.

"The antidote to lovesickness is lover's tears."

Pei Lin's voice was cold, and it rang in his ears: "Do you still remember that day at the critical cliff, you cried."