If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

In the battle a hundred years ago, the cultivation world and the immortal world joined forces to suppress the demons and a large number of monsters.

However, many members of the Wuyi Sect, which instigated the two tribes to start a war, escaped.

During the past hundred years, the remaining followers of the Wuyi Sect have been secretly developing their power, and there are signs that they will make a comeback.

However, there are very few available in the world of cultivation and the world of immortals.

Ling Qingqing glanced at Pei Yezhi's room door, a look of loss flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to speak to comfort her.

Ling Qingqing said he was tired and only asked him to send a simple meal to his room.

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Song Mi sat on the wall, the pear blossoms on the tree were as lush as snow, and she asked Siming when she could leave.

"Once the medicine is ready, we can leave." Si Ming's face gradually revealed its outline under the sunlight.

Song Mi was not very happy. He crossed his arms and turned his head away. "It's been a year. I've been waiting for you for a year, and you still haven't figured it out."

Sima Ming walked slowly towards her, his face bright and handsome, like a banished immortal in brocade clothes walking out of a scroll. He stood under the wall and opened his arms towards her.

"Okay, it's almost done. The kitchen made taro pastries today. Do you want some?"

"Yes!" Song Mi laughed, jumped down from the wall, threw himself into Si Ming's arms, hugged him and was unwilling to go down.

Siming was thin-skinned and his face turned red when he saw someone passing by.

Song Mi likes him like this the most.

Song Mi woke up in the morning light and looked at the face in front of him which was exactly the same as the one in his dream. Song Mi raised her hand and gently touched his eyelashes.

Even the eyelashes are the same.

Her fingertips slid across his majestic nose, which had the same curvature.

Song Mi gently touched Si Qicheng's lips and kissed him, "It's the same."

Song Mi lay in Si Qicheng's arms for a while before getting up and trying to circulate her spiritual power.

The demon poison has been almost cleared, there is still some poison left, but it has little impact.

Song Mi took a comfortable bath and changed into a set of clothes that Si Qicheng had given her before. At this time, Si Qicheng also woke up.

Si Qicheng didn't look tired at all. In the past few days, it seemed that Si Qicheng didn't have the same lifeless energy as before.

Looking at the overlapping face of Si Qicheng and the one in his dream, he thought that Si Qicheng was his reincarnation, and he didn't remember who Song Mi was at all.

But it doesn’t matter. Song Mi is sure that she is alone, and now she likes Si Qicheng much more.

"I'm going out for a while. Do you want to go to the company?" Song Mi walked up to him and asked.

Si Qicheng also felt this kind of happiness that he had not experienced in more than 30 years, and the object was Song Mi, so he was very satisfied.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Song Mi watched him take the initiative to pull her hand, and then she sat down with his strength.

Seeing that she was no longer controlled by the evil poison and was still so dependent on him, Si Qicheng smiled and hugged Song Mi's waist, leaning on her shoulder.

"Then will you come back tonight?"

"Not necessarily." Song Mi said truthfully.

She has received too much news these two days. She doesn't know what's going on with Yan Lai and Li Hexuan, and her senior sister said there is something urgent.

Song Mi didn't think he had so much to do before, but he stayed up late for a while.

I had a good rest these days thanks to the demon poison, but now so many things have happened.

Si Qicheng thought she meant that she might not come back to him, "Then where are you going back to?"

"Maybe he's out for something. No matter what, he'll be back at daybreak."

Si Qicheng understood that she would come back here, and he held Song Mi's hand tighter.

He found that he seemed to be able to feel the excitement and joy brought by his love for Song Mi.

"I have to go to the company soon." Si Qicheng said, "The loss report of Yunlai Hotel has been sent to me. I have to pay for it."

"Yan Lai is so stingy. He just wants you to compensate for a door?" Song Mi had never seen such a stingy monster.

"There's more than one door." Si Qicheng showed her the collapsed ruins of the building.

"This is a scam, what does it have to do with me?"

"Your senior sister Ling Qingqing asked them to come to me for compensation." His wife's senior sister had spoken, and he was not short of the money, so he would definitely pay it.

"..."

After breakfast, Si Qicheng first sent Song Mi to the address given by Ling Qingqing before going to the company.

Ling Qingqing stood on the terrace of the villa and watched Song Mi get out of the car. Si Qicheng didn't leave and waited for Canwang to lead her in before leaving.

"It's really an eyesore." Ling Qingqing couldn't bear to watch it anymore and turned around to go downstairs.

As soon as Song Mi sat down, he saw his senior sister with delicate makeup and wearing a light blue cheongsam with silver bamboo patterns. She walked down with a charming manner with every step.

The fine pearl necklace around her neck looks gentle and full of charm.

"Senior Sister is going out?"

"no."

"Then you..." She was dressed so nicely, obviously she had dressed up specially.

She didn't think that her senior sister would dress like this on purpose just to see her.

Although Song Mi didn't say it out loud, Ling Qingqing knew what she was going to say, "I'm a big star now, and I have to pay attention to my image at home."

Song Mi said meaningfully, "Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Someone wants to see you." Ling Qingqing said, "Canwang has already gone to call him. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

Before Song Mi could speak, Ling Qingqing asked her aunt to bring her a cup of strong honeysuckle tea, "It can clear your mind and reduce your desires."

"..." Song Mi looked at the tea brought by the nanny, the cup was full of honeysuckle.

"Speaking of this, Senior Sister, the Yunlai Hotel collapsed. What happened? Why does Si Qicheng have to pay for it?"

"I collapsed it." A familiar and stern voice came from above.

Song Mi looked up and saw Pei Yezhi's familiar face. The relaxed expression he had just had while joking with his senior sister gradually faded away, and the longing for reunion after a long separation surged in his eyes.

The senior brother in his memory appeared in front of him again, and Song Mi's sense of belonging finally returned at this moment.

"Senior Brother." Song Mi looked at Pei Yezhi who came downstairs and stood in front of him, his voice choked.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, how come you haven't made any progress?" Pei Yezhi's tone was as serious as before.

"Brother, I have improved a lot, but I haven't fully recovered." Song Mi looked at Pei Yezhi aggrievedly, "My body is ruined, and you didn't come to find me."

Pei Yezhi's serious face finally showed some tenderness, "Isn't it coming?"

"I heard from Qing'er that you and he got married again. When did you recover your memory?"

"It was only after he recovered in the past two days that I realized he was Sima Ming."

"Then why did you marry him?" Ling Qingqing asked.

"The old man of the Si family said that ten years ago, a man saved Si Qicheng from being poisoned and asked him to marry me. I originally thought it was you."

"Ten years ago, Qing'er and I were in the northwest." Pei Yezhi said.

"We happened to run into followers of the Wuyi Sect. They were planning to hold a sacrificial ceremony in the northwest. Qing'er and I have been searching there for three years."

"The Black Clothes Cult still has some remnants." Song Mi's previous feeling was correct, but, "Besides you, who else would know about the relationship between Si Qicheng and me?"

For a moment, none of the three of them could think of it, but they were all sure that it was an acquaintance.

"Could it be Master?" Ling Qingqing said this, then looked at the two people in front of her and quickly denied it, "It's really impossible."

"Let's talk about Yan Lai and Li Hexuan first," Pei Yezhi said, "Qing'er, didn't you go to the trial in person yesterday? Tell us about it."