Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The path of cultivating immortals is full of dangers. Those who can become powerful immortals are never afraid of danger. When crises and treasures coexist, it will only arouse their endless competitive spirit.

"five million!"

The entire auction venue was in an uproar. No one had expected that this beauty was worth five million spirit stones.

The moment Jiang Nian saw Gu Ling, the water in the teacup spilled out and wet half of his sleeves. He was completely unaware and was only staring at auction item No. 17 on the podium.

An indescribable feeling of familiarity surged in his heart. He hesitated. The person on the stage was extremely beautiful, very different from the little girl with messy hair in his memory.

In addition, Gu Ling was taken back to the divine realm by her divine master, and now the divine realm has been cut off from the human world. No matter what, there is no reason for Gu Ling to appear here.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too strong, the man on the stage suddenly looked at him, his black eyes calm and waveless, and he glanced at Jiang Nian indifferently.

Jiang Nian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

is her!

Gu Ling, you can’t be wrong!

"Five million for the first time! Five million for the second time! Five million..."

"Eight million."

Lin Lin and Fang Miao were startled by the eldest senior brother's sudden voice. They looked at each other and quietly walked away from the eldest senior brother.

Eight million, I wonder if I can get the total by selling them both.

Even a hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty, and the eldest senior brother who is devoted to cultivation is no exception.

Jiang Nian kept looking at Gu Ling, hoping that Gu Ling would give him another look because of the high price of eight million, but Gu Ling just lowered his eyes and stood quietly on the platform without any movement.

Feng Xiu Ran had already quietly sneaked into the underground venue. He saw Gu Ling being auctioned off and heard the noisy hawking around him. He was so angry that he wanted to burn them all to death.

"Take off the broken chain on your body and I'll come to save you. I'll burn all these bastards to death!"

Hearing Feng Xiuran's extremely angry voice transmission, Gu Ling could almost imagine the little phoenix's angry look.

"it is good."

A loud and high-pitched cry was heard, and a fiery red phoenix flew up from nowhere and swooped down towards the platform at a high speed.

The masters in the venue reacted quickly and immediately appeared to stop Feng Xiu Ran, but Feng Xiu Ran was no worse than them. Her long tail feathers drew a graceful arc in the air, and her body suddenly grew larger and flew towards Gu Ling.

The shackles on Gu Ling had fallen off long ago, and the spiritual energy in his body was gradually replenishing, but it only recovered to 50% and then stagnated.

The moment Feng Xiu Ran flew over, Gu Ling turned over swiftly and landed on the back of the phoenix. The red hem of her skirt contrasted beautifully with the phoenix's fiery red feathers.

There were many people in the venue who were there just to watch the fun. Feng Xiu Ran controlled her Phoenix Spirit Fire, keeping the flame at a level that could not be extinguished immediately and could cause certain damage to people.

A raging flame gushed out, the scorching heat prevented everyone from getting close, and the blazing flames blocked the view.

In the raging fire, the beauty who was originally used as an auction item sat on the back of a giant strange spirit bird and broke through the flames. The firelight was reflected in her black eyes, and her three thousand black hair fluttered behind her. She broke free from the shackles, rushed out of the venue, and never returned.

Lin Lin and Fang Miao were thrown out of the venue by the eldest senior brother, who turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

When Feng Xiuran and Gu Ling shook off the pursuers and stopped, they were already far away from Xilin City.

Gu Ling stood on a flat boulder, and Feng Xiuran had returned to the size of a small phoenix.

After leaving the auction venue, Feng Xiu Ran felt that the wound on his shoulder, which had not yet healed, seemed to be more serious, and unbearable pain came up belatedly.

want to cry.

No, you can’t cry!

He was so heroic in saving people just now, but all his efforts were in vain if he cried now.

Gu Ling saw Feng Xiuran lying on the ground, so he held the little phoenix in his arms and glanced at his wound: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Gu Ling understood, that was pain.

Feng Xiu Ran could hardly stop crying. She turned her head and tried to wipe her tears secretly, but she was caught off guard by a piece of snow-white skin.

Just as he was about to move away and stretch out his wings to push, the soft and delicate touch made him retract his wings immediately. His body stiffened, his body temperature rose, and his heartbeat became a little abnormal.

He was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Hurry up and change this unlucky clothes!"

Gu Ling had never seen Feng Xiu Ran's reaction like this before. The wonderful emotion was hot and delicate, gradually rising.

One has not realized it yet, and the other does not understand it yet.

Gu Ling wanted to continue testing, but the breath of a third person was approaching. After a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, Gu Ling had changed into the attire he had in the God Realm.

She looked at Little Phoenix, only to receive a vicious look from him.

It's just a change of clothes, and you still have to rely on him to do it.

That wonderful feeling disappeared in an instant, and subconsciously, Gu Ling was a little dissatisfied with the third person who came.

Feng Xiu Ran was also dissatisfied. He knew that Gu Ling's strength had not yet fully recovered. He moved his body and was about to go down to block the oncoming person, but was held down by Gu Ling.

She said gently: "The injury hasn't healed yet, don't move."

Feng Xiu Ran then calmed down.

Jiang Nian looked at the woman in front of him with a gentle expression and plain clothes, and the sense of familiarity became more profound.

But he did not rush to recognize him, and only said: "My fellow Taoist, my name is Jiang Nian, may I know your name?"

Feng Xiu Ran chirped, "He was also on the auction list just now. He is not a good guy. He must be a sex-hungry ghost. Please beg me, I will help you beat him down."

Only Gu Ling could understand Feng Xiuran's words, Jiang Nian could only hear him chattering.

Only after Jiang Nian spoke did Gu Ling turn his gaze to him.

He has sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and slightly curved thin lips. His deep eyes hide complex and difficult-to-determine emotions. A long sword hangs at his waist, making him look like a swordsman floating in the world. A glass of sake can buy him a story.

In contrast to his crisp attire, he had a light green headband tied around his left wrist.

The abrupt headband makes people wonder and adds to the sense of story about him.

When they parted, Jiang Nian was already a young boy of about eleven or twelve years old, and his appearance could still be vaguely recognized as he used to be.

The headband was made by the Weaver Girl. There was no such material in the human world. Gu Ling's eyes stayed on the headband for a moment, and he asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

His heart was sinking, Jiang Nian's limbs felt cold, and countless complicated thoughts exploded in his mind.

Wrong person? She is not Gu Ling?

No! No, she must be Gu Ling!

So, she forgot about him.

How could this be possible? Why was he the only one who had to keep the memories of two people?

Jiang Nian subconsciously rubbed the hairband on his wrist with an impeccable smile on his face.

"I just feel that you look like an old friend of mine."