Jinghong lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes were like fans, densely lined up on those eyes, making him as beautiful as a character walking out of the scroll, so unreal...

Yes, everything is unreal now, it’s just in my own dream!

Qiqi suddenly woke up, pushed him gently, looked up at him, and once again carefully examined his face.

Yes, it does look exactly the same as Mu Chu, but the gloomy and cold breath that cannot be hidden between his eyebrows is something A Chu does not have.

...No, Achu used to be the same, but after being with him, he became softer and softer. The dark cold air between his eyebrows was gone without realizing it.

So what stage is Jinghong in now? Thinking of him? Does she mean she didn’t remember him before?

Her head was spinning quickly, thinking about the story Meng Cangyun once told her. After thinking about it, she suddenly asked tentatively: "Your wound..."

"It's been gone." When the wound was lifted, a darkness flashed quickly in Jinghong's eyes. He suddenly tightened his long arms and hugged her hard in his arms. His voice was very light, but there was a faint guilt in the faintness: "I should have listened to you long ago and didn't practice that technique. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have lost all your skills to save me, and in the end it would be cheaper that guy Xuantian."

After Qiqi's thoughts changed, he could finally connect the situation in front of him with the stories he heard.

He practiced "Subduing the Demons", while Xuantian practiced "Zhu Xian". The two of them left here for more than a year, thinking about practicing martial arts and returning to continue the competition, but they did not want Jinghong to be retaliated by the magic skills while practicing martial arts and became possessed by the demons. In order to save him, Qishang lost all his skills and almost died. In the end, Xuantian woke her up.

But she could not figure it out. Since Xuantian could save Qishang, why could not save her? The master did not save Jinghong, who was seriously ill, nor did he save Qishang. Is he not able to do this ability or is he unwilling to help?

Although she had never asked this story when the Queen Mother told her, she always had such a question in her heart.

Of course, even if you ask the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother could not answer any questions, after all, this story was heard.

Seeing Jinghong still hugging him tightly, the two of them hugged him so closely, which immediately made Qiqi feel uncomfortable again.

Pushing him a little, she said, "I'm not Qishang, you really recognized the wrong person. Also, this time I came back to stop you and Xuantian..."

"Don't mention that guy anymore. Now, there are only me and you here." Jinghong's face suddenly darkened when he heard her mention Xuantian.

After his face sank, the cold breath between his eyebrows suddenly expanded infinitely, and the cold air continued to overflow from him, and it was obvious that he hated Xuan Tian to the core.

How should she resolve such a great hatred and such deep resentment? If that duel is stopped, will the so-called heavenly tribulation not exist? Then after she returns to that life, everyone's disaster should pass, right?

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, my chin tightened and my face was lifted up by Jinghong again.

Qiqi frowned and couldn't help but whisper: "It hurts."

Why is this guy so rude? He is not of the same level as A Chu. His hand fell on his wrist and wanted to push him away, but he tightly squeezed her chin and she couldn't push it at all.

"It hurts..." She frowned a little longer, looked up at him, and whispered: "Can I let go of me first? You pinch me so much."

"Are you thinking about him? I don't allow you to miss him, you can only miss me!" Jinghong didn't listen to her at all, and he was about to kiss her little face.

His increasingly bigger face was reflected in his pupils. Qiqi opened his eyes widened in shock and tried to break away, but his internal strength could not be used at all. His body became a little weak, just like a serious illness. Not to mention using his power, he might not be able to lift a little heavy object.

His lips were less than a finger away from him, and Qiqi was so shocked that he even became breathing. He really recognized the wrong person. If Chu Xuanchi knew that she was kissing this strange man here, he would definitely strangle her to death when he turned around. Even if he knew that she was not willing, he would definitely pick her up and beat her up.

"No..." Before Jinghong kissed her, she struggled hard but failed. She could only close her eyes and bit her thin lips.

But just as his lips approached him, suddenly, a strong palm wind came towards him. The palm wind was fierce, with a masculine aura, and it had arrived in a blink of an eye.

Qiqi was forced by this palm wind and could not even breathe. Her throat tightened, as if someone locked her throat. Even her eyes were forced to open in the cold wind.

Her body seemed to be moved in an instant. She didn't know who was holding her, and walked in the strong wind again. She felt that her whole body was fluttering and her head became heavier and heavier.

Soon, she heard the sound of war and the increasingly powerful palm force made her feel even more uncomfortable.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a sound of Jinghong's voice disdainfully: "You have damaged your tendons and veins to save her. Now you are so weak that you are not qualified to fight with me at all."

Then, another low voice came coldly: "Take care of others' danger, it is not a gentleman to do it. Even if I only have five success powers, I will be more than enough to deal with you, a villain."

Soon the palm wind began to sweep over again. Although it could not hurt her, it made her breathing more and more difficult and her head became heavier.

Suddenly, her body tightened, and I don’t know who joined the battle circle. Before she fainted, she heard a mellow and low voice resounding throughout the world: “My evil disciple, have reached this point, will you continue to fight? She voluntarily cut off the immortal roots for you, and from then on she has to endure the cycle of life and death in a mortal state. Her sacrifice can’t awaken you.”

Afterwards, Qiqi could no longer hear what the man said, but felt that the words were coming from all directions, covering the entire world in his voice.

Such a shock, how deep internal strength should be achieved? Could this person be the old man of the three of them?

Old man...but why does this sound sound like it is not old at all?

...When Qiqi woke up, everything in front of him was completely different. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself sleeping in a strange room.

The room is simple and simple but elegant. The tables and chairs are made of bamboo and rattan, but they are much more exquisite than ordinary bamboo and rattan. It is obvious that every table and chair seem to have a long history, but they are still as smooth as new.

And, the bed she slept on...

I reached out and groped for a while, but I felt that the bed was cold and harsh, but I couldn't feel the chill at all when I lay on my head.

She slowly climbed up and looked down, not knowing what the bed was made of. It looked a bit like a thousand-year-old cold jade, but it was even more transparent than the thousand-year-old cold jade.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a whistle, and a man in a gray robe walked in, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Seeing Qiqi wake up, he didn't seem to be surprised, and walked in casually, put the bowl on the table, picked up the medicine juice that accidentally overflowed with his slender fingers, and gently flicked it, and the medicine juice had turned into smoke and drifted with the wind.

What a deep internal force, even Chu Xuanchi and Meng Cangyun may not be able to compare with such internal force.

Qiqi looked at him blankly and saw that the man's face was clearly young as if he was in his early twenties, but a few strands of white hair appeared on the temples of the black hair, but his figure was still young and he didn't look old at all...

This person should not be the old man of Reincarnation, so who is he? Isn’t there only four people in this spiritual cave heaven?

"Since I'm awake, come and drink medicine." The man in gray robe didn't even look back, and said lightly. His voice was mellow, low and magnetic, and it sounded very pleasant, and he seemed to have a little familiar feeling...

Qiqi thought about it and then remembered that it was the sound she heard before fainting. She was shocked. She was so shocked that she opened her eyes widened, stared at the man in gray robe, and said in surprise: "You are...you are the old man of reincarnation?"

The old man of Reincarnation looked back at her, and a smile appeared invisible between his gentle eyebrows and eyes: "You naughty girl, you have also learned from the world to mock her as a teacher. If you have not yet understood the master of life and death, you can be called the old man of Reincarnation?"

The old man of reincarnation... He is really the old man of reincarnation!

Why didn’t Qiqi expect that the old man in Reincarnation was actually a young man?

He didn't look old at all, probably less than thirty, just one or two years older than Jinghong I saw last night. However, there were a few strands of gray hair on his temples, which made him look weathered, but his facial features were absolutely young and even handsome.

I don’t know if he is really so young or because of practicing martial arts. Everything here is completely an unknown world for her, and she doesn’t even know where the real seven injuries are.

Judging from Jinghong's determination of herself last night, if she told the man that she was not Qishang, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it.

What's more coincidental is that she returned to the time when Qishang forgot everything in the past. Even if she tells him now that she no longer remembers everything here, wouldn't he be suspicious?

After turning off the bed, he walked to the table silently and sat down. Qiqi obediently took the medicine bowl handed to her by the old man of Reincarnation, but after looking at the dark medicine juice in the bowl, his little face suddenly wrinkled.

Although she practices medicine and deals with medicine all year round, she is always fed to others, but she is unhappy to ask her to take it, especially this kind of Chinese medicine.

If it weren't for that era, she would have never had the chance to take a few times in her life. Although it was a good medicine for bitterness, would she be so bitter? Is it something that people take?
Chapter completed!