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Knowing the secret, he still wanted to leave? Chen An wouldn't allow it. This Shen Qinghe was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage, and he couldn't defeat her.

She turned to look at Mu Jingtai, blinked her big eyes, clasped her hands together, and pleaded, "Senior brother, knock him out, please."

Mu Jingtai looked rather uneasy. He rarely resorted to sneak attacks, especially against someone he knew.

However, considering that Chen An had given him something to gather spiritual energy and that she had been so good to him, he decided to lend a hand.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Jingtai darted to Shen Qinghe's side and raised his hand to strike the back of his neck.

Shen Qinghe felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and then she remembered nothing more.

When he staggered and fell into Mu Jingtai's arms, Chen An finally felt relieved.

She stepped forward, took out the pills she had obtained from the clan leader, and viciously pried open Shen Qinghe's mouth, feeding them to her.

This pill has no name. Chen An saw its effects from the box that contained it: it can cause a person to lose a year's worth of memories.

Now that the effects of the medicine have mostly worn off, the period of forgetfulness should be shorter, but Chen An doesn't know exactly how long.

Mu Jingtai and Chen An helped Shen Qinghe onto the floor of Baoyuan Pavilion. Just as they were about to leave, Shen Qinghe woke up.

He rubbed the back of his head, shakily raised his right hand, grabbed Mu Jingtai's ankle, and called out, "Senior Brother Mu."

Upon hearing the sound, Chen An went forward to help Shen Qinghe up, cradling his head and asking, "Do you remember me?"

Shen Qinghe looked bewildered. He shook his head, then nodded, revealing a silly smile: "Hehe, I don't know."

"Do you remember that green tea bitch Qingyue?" Chen An asked, as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope.

Mu Jingtai squatted down next to Chen An, very worried about Shen Qinghe's situation, and even more worried about whether he would be put in solitary confinement.

Before he could speak, Shen Qinghe lowered her head.

"You poisoned him until he was stupid?" Mu Jingtai looked at Chen An with more vigilance, thinking to himself that he couldn't anger this junior sister, what if he was poisoned into stupidity too?

Chen An frowned at Mu Jingtai: "You made him stupid, and you're blaming me?"

Mu Jingtai thought he hadn't gone that far, but since things had come to this point, neither of them could escape: "Why don't you take a look at him?"

Chen An looked completely innocent: "I don't know how to treat illnesses."

"You use your mental power to sense your surroundings, so you must be an alchemist. How could you not know how to treat illnesses?" Mu Jingtai was even more innocent. In his mind, anyone with mental power could do it.

Chen An hesitated for a moment, and when he mustered up the courage to give it a try, he heard Shen Qinghe's even breathing from the ground. The two looked at each other and decided to observe for a while longer.

"Miss Chen, Miss Chen."

Feeling someone push him, Chen An woke up. The little girl in front of him was Feng Mingli.

Remembering what happened yesterday, she quickly sat up to look at Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe didn't wake up, but Mu Jingtai was woken up by the noise.

Just as the two were getting annoyed, the door of Baoyuan Pavilion was pushed open, and Wu Siyue led Qingyue in one after the other.

He saw the person lying on the ground and recognized him at a glance as being from the Zhaoning Sect. "We've met a fellow disciple. His cultivation is quite good, and he's very famous within the sect."

Mu Jingtai and Chen An exchanged a glance, both filled with bitterness, unable to utter a word.

Wu Siyue curled his lip: "I forgot that you are all personal disciples, so you must know each other."

Mu Jingtai chuckled awkwardly twice: "Yeah, let's get to know each other."

Qingyue quickly stepped forward, picked up Shen Qinghe's head, placed it on her lap, and pointed at Chen An, cursing loudly: "What did you do to him? Don't think I don't know your tricks. You harmed me, and now you dare to lay a hand on my friend."

Chen An was speechless. Qing Yue was clearly not such a righteous person. She had used her mind-reading ability again.

Then she heard: "That good-for-nothing Shen Qinghe, he was tasked with keeping an eye on Chen An, but she got killed first. That bitch Chen An, everything goes wrong when he's around her, he's so unlucky."

Chen An was taken aback. After a second of preparation, she said, "Oh, this isn't what you really think, is it? The Qing Yue I know is cursing me for being unlucky right now. And she's also complaining about this Young Master Shen for being useless."

Qingyue stammered, as if someone had stepped on her brace, "You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why are you so nervous? Am I wrong?" Chen An winked at Qing Yue, looking completely innocent.

Knowing she couldn't win an argument with Chen An, Qing Yue simply stopped talking, looked down at Shen Qinghe, and decided to leave once Shen Qinghe woke up.

Half an hour later, customers arrived at the shop. Just as everyone was about to help Shen Qinghe upstairs, he woke up, stretched, and yawned towards Chen An, muttering, "So comfortable."

Chen An shoved Qing Yue aside, grabbed Shen Qinghe's wrist with one hand, and lifted her up.

She held up one finger and placed it in front of Shen Qinghe, asking with a serious expression, "How many is this?"

Shen Qinghe reached out and grasped Chen An's wrist, removing the fingers that were blocking her eyes, her eyes filled with surprise: "You know what? I dreamt about you last night."

Chen An took a step back and looked at Mu Jingtai in horror. Both of them felt a chill in their hearts. Poisoning a fellow disciple was no small crime, especially since the person opposite them was no ordinary person, but Elder Jingxing's favorite disciple.

Although Elder Jingxing is easy to talk to, everyone knows that you can disrespect him, but you can't bully the people around him, especially Shen Qinghe, whom he cherishes.

Shen Qinghe waved her hand in front of Chen An's eyes, then looked at Mu Jingtai: "Did you two do something wrong?"

Chen An shook his head: "No, by the way, do you even know how many fingers this is?" As he spoke, Chen An raised another finger.

Shen Qinghe was so angry she laughed: "It can't be 2, can it?"

"It's over, I'm really stupid." Mu Jingtai looked grief-stricken. This time he's been locked up for who knows how long.

Chen An saw through something and realized he might not be so stupid.

"Brother Qinghe, are you alright?" Qingyue stood up and took Shen Qinghe's hand from behind.

Shen Qinghe turned to look at Qingyue, her face instantly turning red, along with her ears and neck.

In Chen An's eyes, Shen Qinghe's head looked like a perfectly good tomato.

"Miss, this isn't appropriate." He released Qing Qingyue's hand with a shy expression, and continued, under Qingyue's puzzled gaze, "Miss, what's your name?"

Qingyue glanced at Chen An, then awkwardly lowered her head and looked up at Shen Qinghe, her thin lips parting slightly: "Qingyue."

"You said your name is Qingyue? Your name is Qingyue!" The red tomato turned into a green cucumber. Shen Qinghe took a step back and asked incredulously, "Do you share the same name as that 'green tea b*tch,' or are you that 'green tea b*tch'?"

While Qingyue was feeling down, Chen An firmly helped Shen Qinghe, saying, "She's a green tea bitch, not someone with the same name."

Shen Qinghe took two steps back defensively and hid behind Mu Jingtai, peeking out one eye to stare intently at Qingyue: "Senior Brother Mu, my mother said to be careful of green tea bitches, so you should be careful too."

Is this even possible? Chen An felt incredibly comfortable right now, but he wondered if this young master still remembered the formation.