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And someone Ling Jiuyao was thinking of was sitting quietly in the room at the moment, holding an arrow cluster in his hand, and slowly slid a bloodstain on the back of his other hand.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Qi Yu's mouth, as if this wound could not bring him any pain at all.

He looked at his hand carefully, the dark red blood slowly slipped down the crevices of his fingers, and a gorgeous flower bloomed on the ground.

Qi Yu raised his eyes, and the half-faced ghost's soul appeared in front of his eyes.

When the half-faced ghost first saw the person in front of him, every inch of his face was filled with fear, he sat down on the ground, and then hurriedly took two steps back.

Qi Yu threw the arrow cluster casually, a layer of white mist formed on his hand, and the wound disappeared without a trace after a while.

"Are you afraid of me?" Qi Yu looked at him.

The half-faced ghost is still stubborn: "I'm afraid of you? A joke!"

Qi Yu didn't pay attention to his answer: "You pretended very well. You were obviously terrified of me and A Yao, but you pretended not to care. Should I praise you for your courage, or should I say that you stupid?"

The half-faced ghost trembled, not daring to answer his words.

Qi Yu stood up, walked to the half-faced ghost and said condescendingly, "You are so afraid of me, but why do I have no impression of you at all?"

"Qi Yu," the half-faced ghost said, but what he said was something else, "Don't you have any impression of what Ling Jiuyao has done?"

Qi Yu pretended to be curious, and said with a low smile, "Tell me, what did Ah Yao do?"

The half-faced ghost sneered: "It seems that you two are not as good as before."

After all, Qi Yu wasn't interested in the things he mentioned. Seeing him throwing out these things like charades, she immediately felt dull, looked at him and then turned away.

A little bit of cold light began to appear on his ring, which was a sign of death.

The face of the half-faced ghost changed, and he yelled out before Qi Yu let him go out of his wits: "Qi Yu, you died at the hands of Ling Jiuyao back then, and now you still trust him so much, don't you think it's ridiculous?!"

The cold light fell into the ring again, Qi Yu turned around, stared at the half-faced ghost with a deadly gaze, and said coldly: "What were you talking about just now?"

The half-faced ghost grinned and showed an ugly smile: "Obviously he is the enemy who killed you, but you gave him your heart. I think you are the real stupid person."

Hearing this, Qi Yu walked towards the half-faced ghost step by step, and the golden bell on his waist made a creepy sound, telling its owner that it was not in a good mood right now.

The half-faced ghost thought that Qi Yu was moved by him, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, almost covering half of his face: "Why, you... uh!"

Qi Yu grabbed his neck and said with a mocking smile: "How dare you show off such a despicable trick in front of me?"

The half-faced ghost stared wide-eyed, realizing that Qi Yu took his words as sowing discord.

"I do not have……"

Qi Yu strengthened her hand, and said with a sneer, "Even if you didn't lie, so what? My life, A Yao, he can take it if he wants. Do you think I will care about this?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't allow the half-faced ghost to struggle, and directly pinched him out of his wits.

He stood up, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then said expressionlessly, "Come out."

A white light flashed through the door, and Xiao Bai walked in slowly.

"Did you hear all those words just now?"

Xiaobai nodded: "Yeah."

Qi Yu looked sideways, looked at him and smiled: "What do you think?"

"It's a bunch of nonsense." Xiaobai spit out these four words lightly.

He continued: "It's obviously Ling Jiuyao who died, what does it have to do with you?"

Qi Yu couldn't help smiling: "I think so too."

Xiaobai looked at him: "So what's the purpose of your question? Are you asking for proof from me?"

"But I suddenly had a guess." Qi Yu burned the silk handkerchief in his hand to ashes, and set his eyes on Xiao Bai.

"You said."

"Ah Yao and I don't know this group of people, but they keep saying that they know us. Do you think we have forgotten something?"

"Impossible," Xiaobai denied, "You were just born when Ling Jiuyao ascended, and you and I remember clearly what happened between the time you met him and the time when he lost his soul. Forgotten memory?"

"What if it was before he ascended?"

Xiaobai sneered mercilessly when he heard the words: "Where did you come from before Ling Jiuyao's ascension? I'm afraid you are too stubborn."

Qi Yu took off the ring and played with it in his hand, and the seal on his finger was also exposed generously.

"So neither of you and I can find this memory?"

"I can't find it." Xiaobai rolled his eyes.

Qi Yu smiled and said: "But now there is only one explanation that makes sense, that is, A Yao and I have lost a memory, and based on this, A Yao has forgotten the experience from his ascension until his death. "

"Then I can tell you for sure," Xiaobai said unhappily, "You and Ling Jiuyao have no additional stories at all."

Qi Yu looked at him: "What if you don't know?"

Xiaobai choked.

Qi Yu withdrew his gaze and let him think for himself.

After a while, Xiaobai said leisurely: "So do you think that Ling Jiuyao once wanted your life, is it true or not?"

"Whether he is true or not," Qi Yu put the ring back on to cover the black charm on his finger, "Do you think I will care?"

Xiaobai sneered and said, "That's right, anyway, he wants your life and you just give it to him."

Seeing Qi Yu pushing the door and preparing to leave, Xiao Bai stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find A Yao."

Xiao Bai reminded him: "He is not in the room now."

"So where is he?"

"At the foot of the mountain, the monk named Chen called him out."

"Well, I see."

Ling Jiuyao was walking with Liaochen at this time, and the two were walking to the town down the mountain.

"Master, you let me come out, is there anything important you want to tell me?"

Liao Chen sighed softly: "Benefactor Ling is with me."

Ling Jiuyao nodded slightly, not worried that Chen would harm him, so he stopped asking questions.

The two came to a small town at the foot of the mountain. Before entering, Ling Jiuyao smelled blood.

He frowned, guessing already in his mind.

Liaochen sighed heavily, and brought Ling Jiuyao to an open space in the town, where a dharma field had already been set up, and many monks stood around, bowing their eyebrows and clasping their hands together.

They chanted the mantra of the past life over and over again to save the souls of the dead.

"The group of villains slaughtered the seven towns below the mountain before returning to Yizong."

Ling Jiuyao looked at the monk not far away and didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Are those all your disciples, Master?"

"Yes."

There was silence again between the two.

Liaochen said the Buddha's name, turned to look at Ling Jiuyao: "Benefactor Ling, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Ling Jiuyao smiled and said, "Master, please tell me."

"Although the villain at the head calls you Lord, the old monk knows that the benefactor is not the same as them. After thinking about it, I always feel that you are the only one who can get rid of them and restore the peace of the Six Realms."

Ling Jiuyao couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "Master's words are serious, you can also see that I am a mortal, and the spiritual power in my body is borrowed from others."

Liao Chen shook his head: "In the soul of the benefactor, there is your own spiritual power, but it is suppressed now."

Ling Jiuyao raised his eyebrows: "My own?"

Liaochen nodded slightly.

Ling Jiuyao was helpless: "Could it be warmed up by external spiritual power?"

"No, no," Liao Chen denied, "That's what you, the benefactor, got after going through ups and downs and breaking through the secrets."

Ling Jiuyao didn't say anything, because he didn't believe that he could be so powerful.

Seeing his appearance, Liao Chen didn't continue the topic: "The benefactor will understand in the future."

Then he turned his head and continued to look at the execution field.

Ling Jiuyao followed him and looked away, but his mind was not on the court.

He didn't know the deep meaning of Chen's words, but it just confirmed the guess in his heart about himself.

Maybe he has some connection with the heavens.

Putting this guess on a mortal would be considered arrogant, but Ling Jiuyao didn't have a hint of narcissism, but simply made an inference based on the facts.

So this can also explain why every time he asked about Qi Yu's identity, accidents always happened.

Ling Jiuyao was thinking about it when a drop of water suddenly fell on his forehead. He raised his eyes and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a heavy rain was coming.

He looked at Liaochen beside him who was chanting sutras with the monks, and silently put an enchantment on their heads.

When he was about to throw one over the execution field, he was stopped by Liao Chen.

Ling Jiuyao understood and stopped running his spiritual power.

The heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops hit the ground and the faces of the monks messily, dancing wildly in every place, and even the green plants that were not easy to break were bent down by the powerful raindrops.

Ling Jiuyao looked at the monks on the field. They were unaware of the rain and were still chanting mantras over and over again.

The sound of rain and the sound of Buddha intertwined, making Ling Jiuyao feel a little dazed for a while.

"Benefactor Ling, I believe you can get rid of this disaster." Liao Chen opened his eyes, looked at the sky and sighed.

Ling Jiuyao still smiled and said, "It's just a group of villains making trouble, how could it be a disaster?"

Liao Chen shook his head helplessly: "Benefactor Ling, he should be clear that this is not an ordinary demon riot."

Ling Jiuyao blinked and chose to remain silent.

He was quiet for a while, and said seriously: "I am not as good as those benevolent people who save the world, I don't have a benevolent heart to care for the common people."

Liao Chen smiled compassionately: "Whether there will be or not, you can't tell right now, it depends on the future."

Ling Jiuyao was about to ask, but Chen Chen said, "Benefactor Ling, your friend is here."

He turned his head, and Qi Yu's slender figure came into view.

Ling Jiuyao didn't move.

Liao Chen sighed: "If someone treats each other sincerely, it is also a good way to let go of some obsessions temporarily and make plans after careful identification."

Ling Jiuyao didn't say a word, and didn't know if he listened or not.

Qi Yu walked up to him holding an umbrella, and said softly, "Ah Yao, go back."

Ling Jiuyao stared at him, opened his mouth to ask something, but finally swallowed it.

He looked at Chen, then at Qi Yu, and finally said: "Okay, let's go."

Ling Jiuyao stepped forward and got into the rain with Qi Yuyi.

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Ah Yao has never harmed Qi Yu, but the half-faced ghost is not a nonsense made up to sow discord, this can only be said later_(:з」∠)_