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The girlish coyness was gone from Qingyue's eyes: "You really have some good tricks up your sleeve."

Chen looked at her quietly without saying a word. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Who would have thought that the heroine in the book would have such bad luck? It was just fate playing tricks on her.

With a pill that caused amnesia, Qingyue lost her most loyal admirer. Who could have imagined this?

[Mission complete. 500 pills to be collected within three days.]

"What's the deal with that amnesia pill?"

[I don't know, it wasn't produced by me.]

"receive."

After saying just two simple words, five hundred pills appeared in the storage bag. These were high-quality pills produced by the system. I was able to get so many thanks to Duorou's sulking.

After much thought, the most likely reason for Shen Qinghe's condition is that the pills had expired and their effects were unstable when given to him.

On the way back, Chen An's attention was drawn to a demonic cultivator, the very same bastard Chen An had sent to Wei Danian.

He sat in the prison cart with rotten vegetable leaves hanging from his head, and was escorted through the streets by more than a dozen guards.

The road was lined with crowds of people, who were throwing rotten eggs at the demonic cultivators, and there were also many men spitting.

Chen An always thought that a dying person would have some conscience, but the person in front of him had a completely calm expression.

Perhaps he foresaw everything that happened today from the moment he ate his first bite of human flesh and drank his first sip of human blood.

He sat up straight and observed everything around him. In the vast sea of ​​people, he saw Chen An's eyes. Ripples spread across the bottomless autumn water, but he couldn't see through the emotions in those ripples.

In that instant, his numbness vanished, and he gripped the bars of the prison van with both hands, wanting to break free of this cage, but what imprisoned him was the prison van itself.

The guard's spear pierced his palm, and the chorus of curses, like thunderclaps, struck at his last remaining dignity.

He and Chen An walked further and further apart, and that gaze gradually blurred until it disappeared completely.

After watching the prison van and the large crowd leave, the surrounding area returned to its usual tranquility.

He loudly proclaimed the unique features of his products, attracting customers with a skill no less impressive than Chen An's sword dance.

"Wait for me."

Turning my head, I saw Shen Qinghe. The young man looked exceptionally handsome in the sunlight, his eyes free of worldly impurities, filled only with kindness and purity.

He doesn't look like he's stupid; it's just that his memory is distorted.

Chen An stood still, and after the person came over, he used his mind-reading ability. As he expected, Shen Qinghe was not faking it.

He had forgotten almost everything from the past year, and even what he hadn't forgotten, he treated as a dream.

He remembered the scene when Chen An held his head and looked at him for the first time he woke up, especially the words "Qing Yue is a dead green tea b*tch".

Knowing that Shen Qinghe wouldn't kill him, Chen An's attitude towards him changed considerably: "What are you doing here?"

Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chen An and began to tell him about his dream.

Listening to his eloquent description, Chen An rubbed his head. If it really was such a magnificent scene, he could easily turn it into a tourist attraction, perform the formation himself, and charge admission fees to make money.

After Shen Qinghe finished speaking, she smiled and nodded: "No wonder you said it only happens in novels. If any cultivator really created such a scene, he would definitely be considered a top figure in the cultivation world."

Mu Jingtai, who had followed, coughed twice. He was worried that Shen Qinghe would pretend not to remember anything and seek revenge on Chen An for the punch. He didn't expect to hear these words as soon as he arrived.

He had witnessed Chen An activate the magic array, and it was exactly as Shen Qinghe had described. Didn't Chen An mean that she was a top figure in the cultivation world?

Upon reflection, this is the mindset a cultivator should have. If one doesn't want to become a strong person, why bother cultivating immortality?

In his eyes, he will definitely be a top figure in the future.

Shen Qinghe looked at Mu Jingtai, but her attention was drawn to the two figures behind him. Wu Siyue, who had rushed over, was followed by the scheming Qingyue.

He hurriedly hid behind Chen An, as his mother had told him to always stay away from green tea.

Chen An was speechless at this young master. He had originally hoped that the young master could say a few words to Qing Yue and help him vent his anger, but he didn't expect that he would still have to rely on himself.

On the day of the apprentice-acceptance ceremony, Qingyue had not made amends for all the losses she had suffered. Although she was put in solitary confinement, her master actually released her.

Qingyue stared straight at Shen Qinghe, a gaze that gave Chen An goosebumps. He immediately pushed Shen Qinghe out from behind him.

Shen Qinghe stood helplessly in front of Qingyue, leaning back.

"Brother Qinghe, what's wrong? Please don't ignore me." Her pink face was full of grievance, her features were scrunched up, and her mouth was slightly downturned. Qingyue looked so pitiful.

Seeing that Shen Qinghe didn't move, Wu Siyue was about to step forward, but stopped when he saw the amused looks on Chen An and Mu Jingtai's faces.

He had been bullied by Qu Juefeng, so he was good at reading people's expressions. The two people who had accompanied him all the way were like two mountains that he could not reach. They were not only strong, but also always right.

After thinking it through, he put his raised foot back down.

When he looked at Qingyue again, the delicate girl in front of him was indeed beautiful, but behind that beauty, there was something he couldn't see through.

Qingyue took a step forward, and Shen Qinghe leaned back even more, her eyes clearly pleading for help as she turned to look at Mu Jingtai.

Mu Jingtai glanced at Chen An, who looked on with amusement. He then followed Chen An to sit down at a nearby stall.

Wu Siyue joined the two of them, and after ordering a drink, Chen An gestured for Shen Qinghe to come and sit down.

Shen Qinghe ran over as if fleeing for his life. After taking his seat, he immediately resumed his young master demeanor, lightly waving his brocade fan and reclining on the bench, occasionally glancing at Qingyue sitting not far away.

The restaurant served the drinks quickly. As soon as the four of them had their drinks poured, Shen Qinghe immediately sat up straight and moved closer to Chen An.

Chen An had drunk some wine, and his throat felt burning, but his meridians felt very comfortable: "What's wrong?"

"Can you take me with you?"

Mu Jingtai frowned and said, "If you don't want to travel with her, you should send her back. A cultivator at the Core Formation stage can't venture out."

Shen Qinghe shook her head: "No, no, no, I'm not with her. Besides, I didn't go down the mountain with her. We just met by chance. I've done more than enough to escort her this far."

The two shops weren't far apart, and Qingyue heard everything clearly. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to tear Chen An apart. She didn't know why, but whenever she encountered Chen An, nothing good ever came of it.

Seeing the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Wu Siyue eased it by asking, "Brother Shen, where do you plan to go on this trip?"

"The ruins of Jiaoyou have been revealed, and they will be revealed in the next couple of days. I plan to go and take a look."

Jiaoyou was a powerful figure from ancient times. Compared to Zulong, his fame was extraordinary. It is said that his treasures were enough to rebuild another Zhaoning Sect.

Chen An was slightly taken aback when he heard the person's name.

The opportunities the female protagonist encounters in the book are astonishing.

"Great, you can join us and be with Qingyue."

Wu Siyue spat out a mouthful of wine: "You, what did you say?"

Chen An gave Wu Siyue an affirming look, then turned to look at Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe swallowed hard. This older sister, who seemed like a fairy from his dreams, was simply irresistible to him. "Okay."