Read the mind and eat the big melon! The melon field in the cultivation world is full of wild animal

"Okay." Tang Yan opened the system space and released Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan stood on the deck of the spirit boat, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with a distant gaze.

He was wearing a snow-white robe, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind.

A head of black hair was draped behind her head, dancing in the air.

Wei Yuan has an elegant demeanor, a fairy-like temperament, and his facial features are as extraordinary as jade.

Just standing here, one will be amazed at this jade-like fairy-like appearance that is out of this world.

Now his brows were slightly furrowed, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness and sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes.

It makes it easier for people to be attracted by him.

From the moment he appeared, Tang Qing's sharp and deep eyes were fixed on him.

He was just a will, and although he had no body, he subconsciously placed his hand on his heart.

His brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficult problem that was difficult to solve.

Noticing his gaze, Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his heart was in his throat, his hands behind his back were clenched into fists, tension and some complicated emotions enveloped his whole body.

After just three or two breaths, the spirit boat suddenly stopped.

Wei Yuan realized something, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but if you looked closely, you could see a hint of expectation.

He pretended to be calm and looked somewhere.

The next moment, the person who was hidden deep in his memory and made him regret for more than a thousand years appeared there.

Tang Qing.

Tang Qing was also wearing a white robe, with an extremely handsome and elegant face.

He has the aura of an immortal, and wearing a snow-white robe, he looks like a noble and ethereal immortal banished from the sky.

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned.

White clothes?

He clearly used to prefer purple clothes. He would wear a purple robe whenever he went out. He was as elegant and high-profile as the brightest and most dazzling purple rose in the world.

This often caused countless male and female nuns to go crazy and bang their heads against the wall because of her.

Even countless male demons, female demons, and ghost cultivators were fascinated by her.

He wore a white robe and was extremely low-key and reserved.

When did this high-profile and conceited guy put on the restrained and elegant white clothes? Did he learn to be low-key and abandon everything he loved in the past?

But it's really beautiful.

This guy looks good in anything he wears.

A faint smile appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes, and then he suddenly paused.

A sentence that this high-profile guy once said came to my mind.

"If someone betrays me, I will tear him into pieces, skin him alive, and pull out his tendons. I will remember him for the last moment, remember all the humiliation he brought upon me, and hate him for the rest of my life!"

The smile in Wei Yuan's eyes disappeared, and his heart felt heavy.

So this guy wore white clothes to remind himself of the humiliation he had brought upon him? And to always bear a grudge against him? For a thousand years?

Wei Yuan's eyes trembled violently for a moment.

He suddenly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Tang Qing again, because he was afraid of seeing hatred in the other's eyes.

He pretended to be calm and returned to Tang Yan, "Xiao Yan, I want to go back..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an ethereal male voice.

Wei Yuan's soul froze in place.

"Xiao Ayan, who is this?"

His will returned to his body, Tang Qing's sharp phoenix eyes slightly raised, staring closely at Wei Yuan who had his back to him.

The light in his eyes flickered, revealing many complex emotions such as confusion, curiosity, and stubbornness.

There was just not the familiarity that Wei Yuan expected and feared, nor the hatred that he feared.

It's like looking at a stranger.

He doesn't remember him, this high-profile peacock doesn't remember him!

Tears suddenly welled up in Wei Yuan's eyes. Ghosts cannot cry, but he was still sad and heartbroken enough to want to cry.

Therefore, he is the only one who still remembers their past.

Wei Yuan clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves, and his heart seemed to be in extreme pain.

Tang Yan also noticed that something was wrong with his master and looked at him strangely.

He said to Tang Qing, "Ancestor, this is the master I worshipped in the Thunder Realm after I accidentally entered the Thunder Realm."

"Master, this is my ancestor Tang Qing."

Tang Yan paused, and continued half-jokingly, "Speaking of which, Master and the Ancestor are of similar age, so maybe they knew each other before."

"Oh?" Tang Qing stared at Wei Yuan more closely and asked with interest.

"What is your name, fellow Taoist?"

Wei Yuan forced himself to suppress his complicated emotions, turned around slowly, and smiled as if nothing had happened.

"I am ashamed to call you a fellow Daoist. When I died unexpectedly, I was only at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. My name is Wei Yuan, and I am not a famous person. I don't think you know me."

"Wei Yuan?"

Tang Qing couldn't help but say this, and the moment he saw Wei Yuan's true face, his pupils suddenly shrank for a moment.

A vague sense of familiarity arose in my heart, and even my heart and soul trembled violently.

This person...he seemed to have known him before?

Not only the name, but even the appearance, figure and the aura of this soul gave him an eerie sense of familiarity.

But there was clearly no information about this person in his memory.

Tang Qing frowned.

Did he really forget something important? And that forgotten memory was related to the person in front of him?

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and did not look at Tang Qing.

But I can feel the other person's eyes fixed on my face all the time, exploring and puzzled.

Wei Yuan was highly concentrated, both addicted and fearful.

I was addicted to this man's gaze, but even more afraid that he would remember the past.

Tang Qing moved his thin lips and was about to speak.

suddenly.