If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

As night fell, Ji Mo finished his meal at his second aunt's house and politely declined his second aunt's request to add a maid. Then Ji Mo returned to his room and looked at the unfamiliar environment and couldn't help laughing.

Compared to his own home, Ji Qingshui's home looked a little shabby, but the things in the room were quite complete. Ji Mo lay on the soft bed, thinking about Ji Ruoli next door. There was always a voice whispering in his heart, and vague pictures would slowly emerge, making him curious.

His consciousness fell silent, and he returned to his sea of ​​knowledge. He shouted at the lakeside: "Qing Yuan!"

This place is not like home. There are many people around and it is impossible to shout loudly. If the secret of Qing Yuan and the Book of Destiny is discovered, Ji Qingshui and Qi Pa may take risks.

"What are you doing?" Qing Yuan lazily sat up from the lake, rubbed her hazy eyes, stretched her body, and drew a beautiful arc.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" She stared at Ji Mo with charming eyes, as if she could guess what he was thinking.

The corner of Ji Mo's eye twitched, and he could only sigh inwardly, "I hate being seen through like this."

Ji Mo calmed down and asked coldly, "Memory, how much does it cost?"

Qing Yuan covered her mouth and giggled, her flushed cheeks charming and captivating. She put her fingers to her lips and said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it."

As she spoke, Qing Yuan climbed out of the lake, but there was not a single drop of water on her green skirt. The water droplets seemed to have self-awareness, and each one floated beside her, not daring to approach.

She walked up to Ji Mo, raised her finger, hooked it on Ji Mo's chin, and looked at him charmingly: "How do you think I should set the price?"

Ji Mo was speechless and rolled his eyes, "How should I know! And don't always do this kind of action!", then Ji Mo knocked Qing Yuan's finger down.

"Oh?" Qing Yuan, whose finger was slapped off, was not angry. Instead, she moved closer, her warm breath blowing on Ji Mo's neck, and she whispered softly in his ear: "What can you exchange with me?"

Ji Mo pushed her away and spread his hands: "I don't know, it depends on how you set the price."

Qing Yuan's face changed, her expression no longer playful, but filled with indifference. Her voice was cold, like ten thousand years of ice. She stroked Ji Mo's cheek with her fingers and patted him: "Ji Mo, aren't you too arrogant? You are only in the middle stage of the first transformation. How can you satisfy me?"

"Who are you putting pressure on with that face? You have to understand that it's you who's begging me to exchange with you, not me begging you. You have to distinguish between the primary and the secondary."

Light gathered behind Qing Yuan, and a brown bench appeared behind her. Qing Yuan fiddled with her skirt and sat down, raising her head and looking at Ji Mo with disdain.

Ji Mo was speechless, but he was not angry in his heart. This was just a test to see how much funding the other party could provide. It was a pity that he failed to trick the other party and was humiliated instead.

Ji Mo is well aware of a truth: there must be a cause and effect price between everything. If you want to get something, you have to pay for it. There is no pie falling from the sky, and it will not fall on your head. Being down-to-earth is the right thing to do.

A smile appeared on Ji Mo's face: "I want to know the price of the exchange."

"Oh?" Qing Yuan was a little surprised when she saw Ji Mo's expression. A smile appeared on her face as she said softly, "You don't have what I need. However, it's been too boring for such a long time."

"How about you go find me some fun, and then I'll swap with you when I'm happy? How about that?"

Ji Mo nodded: "What kind of fun do you need?"

Qing Yuan's face showed sarcasm. She held her chin with her palm and said, "There's nothing fun here." Her expression turned disgusted. "But why don't you go and win some favor with Ji Ruoli and make a shocking elopement between brother and sister?"

Qing Yuan looked at Ji Mo with big eyes, with expectation in her eyes.

Ji Mo was silent, and Qing Yuan shook her head: "It's boring."

"How about this, you go and win over your second aunt, and make it so that mother and daughter can have a meal together and sleep under the same quilt?"

"Or, if you don't like women, how about you try to win over your second uncle and have a romantic relationship with him?"

Qing Yuan showed an evil smile and looked at Ji Mo in silence. He was not in a hurry and crossed his legs to take a rest.

After a long silence, Ji Mo observed Qing Yuan carefully and said in a deep voice, "Do you want all three, or choose just one?"

Qing Yuan's expression was calm, and she never opened her eyes again. Her entire body transformed into a golden light, dissipating in the sea of consciousness. A unique voice emerged from the sea of consciousness: "How boring! You can do all three, or you can choose just one. After you're done, I'll give you the memories, but there will be some of my mischievousness in them. Whether it's true or not, you have to practice it yourself."

In the blank world, behind Qing Yuan stood a flagpole of everlasting victory. The white flag fluttered in the wind, and a black chain wrapped around the pole. Qing Yuan lifted the teacup in front of her and blew away the cool air. "How annoying."

In Ji Mo's room, he closed his eyes and carefully considered Qing Yuan's words: "After all, it's still about them. Three choices, or rather, only one choice. Ji Ruoli, what secret do you have that I must know? What happened in your last life?"

"However, this bluff did yield some intelligence. Qing Yuan talks one thing, but her actions are another. My cultivation is important to her. As for whether I will return her freedom and rebuild her body after the Nine Transformations to Immortality, that's unknown. Whether the other party is a weapon spirit is also unknown. She doesn't seem to have the ability to leave me. These are secondary. The most important thing is to find out the cause of her parents' death."

Suddenly, Ji Mo's brain ached, and that familiar feeling came again. The [Book of Destiny] emerged in his sea of consciousness, automatically without wind, and blank paper condensed out of thin air. Ink-colored handwriting kept writing on it. The fragments deposited in his mind emerged and gradually became clear. It was the second-level [Listening Tongue].

Ji Mo suddenly laughed, "Is that so."

The ink-colored handwriting was quickly completed, but as the pen was about to be put down, four words suddenly appeared: "This will not happen again!"

At the end of the season, I carefully recalled the introduction of [Listening to the Tongue].

[Listening Tongue] is a second-level magical tool. It is simple to refine and has a single function. When used, it temporarily transforms into a bionic ear, greatly enhancing the user's hearing and able to penetrate the [Sound Barrier].

This is what Ji Mo needs most right now. He originally wanted to go to the family pavilion to secretly practice a book about reconnaissance, but that would be too easy to be discovered. Unexpectedly, now he is sleepy and the pillow is given to him. What he wished for has come true. In this way, his purpose of temporarily staying in Ji Qingshui's house has been achieved. He can monitor them and he never knows when he will hear any intelligence.

"It seems that my guess was correct. In my previous life, I also had a deep connection with Ji Qingshui's family. If my guess is correct, then Ji Ruoli must have played a very important role in it."

Ji Mo stroked his chin, his expression becoming increasingly excited: "What could it be? I'm really curious."