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Li Zhile's expression was cold, without any signs of softening, his eyes were indifferent.

Zhou Lin put away his miserable expression, "Can you do something for me?"

"I saved you once." Li Zhile said, "Now that you ask me for help, you need to ask God to worship Buddha, not me."

Li Zhile stood up and walked out.

The man named Zhou Lin has been possessed, but the man who brought him seems to have not noticed it.

"What did you talk about?" The man was a little curious.

Li Zhile raised his eyes and glanced at him, then suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The man opposite showed a surprised expression.

Zuo Xuan never expected that Li Zhile would ask this question, he looked puzzled, "What happened to you?" How could Li Zhile not know him, Zuo Xuan frowned, "Are you Li Zhile?"

The tall trees are lush and lush, casting shadows covering half of Li Zhile's face.

Li Zhile's words were calm, "I lost my memory."

"How did you lose your memory? Did it happen when you saved Zhou Lin last time?"

Li Zhile didn't even know if he had saved Zhou Lin, but Zhuang Qinghe said he had saved it, so it must have been saved. Did it happen at that time? Li Zhile smiled, "You haven't said what your name is yet."

"My surname is Zuo, you can call me Zuo Xuan."

Li Zhile and Zuo Xuan walked out, Zuo Xuan couldn't help asking, "Does Zhuang Qinghe know about your amnesia?" Zuo Xuan couldn't help laughing, he asked a stupid question, "Then do you remember Zhuang Qinghe?"

Li Zhile didn't answer this question. After parting with Zuo Xuan, he didn't go back, but walked forward alone.

After discovering the amnesia, the only thing he did was hold onto Zhuang Qinghe, like holding onto a piece of driftwood floating in the vast ocean.He didn't know how the world had become, and he didn't know why he had such a problem.

He could only hold on tightly to Zhuang Qinghe, for fear of being left behind.

He listened to Zhuang Qinghe's suggestion to make that TV series, the domineering president, as long as he imitated Zhuang Qinghe's demeanor and movements, but it was meaningless.

He only felt that there was a deep and hot violence in his heart, and he wanted to vent it out.

Li Zhile didn't drive, and didn't let Zuo Xuan send him off. He walked from the remote hospital to the urban area alone, and there were more pedestrians in the urban area.

Li Zhile's face is very conspicuous, someone took out his phone to take a picture of him.

Li Zhile stood still, and turned to look at the person who took the video.

That person was young, seeing that Li Zhile had discovered her sneak shot, he hurriedly put away his phone.

Li Zhile's eyes were calm, high-rise buildings and cars were passing by, none of which were familiar to him, Li Zhile turned his head, and ignored the person who secretly took pictures.

A car stopped by the side of the road, and a person got out of the car, Chen Jin hurried over, "Why are you wandering around alone?" hurriedly pushed Li Zhile into the car.

Chen Jin restarted the car, "Where are your bodyguards and assistant drivers? Don't you want to be a star in a movie? You don't know how to be particular about it."

Chen Jin was thinking about it, but Li Zhile remained silent.

"If you don't go back so late, Mr. Zhuang must be very worried, and he would have sent you away before he knew it." Chen Jin was just talking about it, and he couldn't send Li Zhile away at all.

Counting the walking time, Li Zhile walked for nearly twelve hours,

"How do I know Zhuang Qinghe?" Li Zhile asked suddenly.

To be honest, Chen Jin also wants to know how they met. Chen Jin has known Zhuang Qinghe since he was a child, and when Li Zhile suddenly appeared, he was also puzzled, "I also want to know how you two met."

Li Zhile looked at the ring on his finger, how could he agree to marry a human?

"The marriage between Li Zhile and Zhuang Qinghe is on the rocks!"

Attached to the news is the figure of Li Zhile wandering late at night, with a tall and thin figure, a fair face, but a slightly lonely expression, which makes the viewers curious.

——It’s not really a divorce, is it?

——Who is the man who pushed Li Zhile into the car?

——Chen Jin, Zhuang Qinghe's right-hand man.

——Actually, I just wonder why Li Zhile looks good no matter what he takes, especially the way he looks back at the sneak shot, his face is so beautiful

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Qi Shi received a lot of advertisers and magazine covers who were interested in Li Zhile, but Zhuang Qing and the message from his side refused all of them.

Li Zhile didn't even have any interest in taking pictures, and sat and basked in the sun all day long. Zhuang Qinghe was very busy, I should say very busy, and the schedule was full of photos.

Do monsters have periods of burnout? Li Zhile lay on the carpet, thinking blankly, is he really a monster? Why can't he change back to his original form?

When Zhuang Qinghe walked in, he saw Li Zhile lying on the carpet. Li Zhile's hair was a little long, so Zhuang Qinghe asked him to sit up, "The hair is long, I need to cut it."

The scissors cut off the long hair little by little, occasionally touching the neck, and the scissors were a little cold.

Li Zhile was taken aback, how could he let someone draw scissors on his head so naturally?

He raised his head to look at Zhuang Qinghe, Zhuang Qinghe focused on his face, noticed Li Zhile's gaze, and met his gaze.

Not a gentle face, nor a gentle expression.

But under the light, you can see the hidden affection, which is as gentle as the touch of lying in a warm spring day.

Li Zhile only felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth, he endured the pain and forced a smile.

Zhuang Qinghe put down the scissors, showing a puzzled expression, "Is there something wrong with you?" The voice was concerned.

Li Zhile only felt more and more pain in his heart, the pain was unbearable, but the more so, the more brave he was, the more calm his smile, "I'm fine."

Although Zhuang Qinghe was puzzled, he couldn't detect anything wrong, but he still took the scissors with a faint memory in his heart.

Zhuang Qinghe's hair-cutting skills are improving day by day. In the past, he could only cut his hair to the point where he could barely see people for three days. Now it is a technique that can make people more handsome.

Zhuang Qinghe cleaned the broken hair on Li Zhile's neck and face with gentle movements, "Let's go out and play together in a few days."

Li Zhile nodded with a smile, then he spat out a mouthful of blood, which then poured straight into the broken hair, his body curled up, his hands tightly covering his chest.

He had never been in such pain, it was so painful that he could not cry out, Li Zhile clenched his lips, his complexion was as pale as a thick fog.

Zhuang Qinghe leaned over and grabbed Li Zhile's shoulders, then dragged him into his arms with all his strength.

Li Zhile suddenly grabbed his hand, "Zhuang Qinghe, I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain, Zhuang Qinghe." In a coquettish and heart-wrenching tone.

Zhuang Qinghe leaned down and comforted him with the softest voice, "It won't hurt soon, we won't hurt soon." His eyes were full of pity.

When Zhou Dun brought the doctor over, Zhuang Qinghe hugged Li Zhile tightly, Li Zhile struggled, both of them were covered with blood, it was unknown whether it was Li Zhile or Zhuang Qinghe.

"He said it hurts." Zhuang Qinghe's tone was extremely cold, "It hurts to the point of passing out."

But Zhou Dun heard the taste of heartbreak.

In the afternoon of the second day, Li Zhile woke up. Although his face was pale, it was no longer pale, and he recovered a little.

When he woke up, Zhuang Qinghe was not around, so he went to see Mu Daojing, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Li Zhile made a deal with the head of the Xiaoyao faction, but because of his injury, Li Zhile failed to kill Xunhu.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhuang." Mu Daojing smiled and stretched out his hand.

Zhuang Qinghe was not in the mood to exchange pleasantries at all, "Let's cut a long story short, can you heal my leg?"

Mu Daojing was still smiling, "My deal with Li Zhile is still valid."

"Then you can make another choice." Zhuang Qinghe always had a polite and gentle expression, but in fact there was never any emotion in his eyes, "like me."

Mu Daojing shook his head and laughed, "Mr. Zhuang, I'm afraid you don't have the strength to make a deal with me. Can you kill Xunhu?"

"But I can kill you." Zhuang Qinghe said calmly, with a calm face.

On the other side, Li Zhile suddenly felt hungry. Li Zhile didn't like to eat. Food was optional for him, but now he felt hungry.

No pain anymore, just hungry.

Li Zhile went to the kitchen barefoot, opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing in it, except a few celery.

Li Zhile squatted at the door of the refrigerator and gnawed on the celery. After two bites, he really couldn't eat it. Before, he could swallow even the dirt. Li Zhile put down the celery in doubt.

But still hungry.

——Mr. Zhuang, bring me something to eat when I come back

Li Zhile nestled on the sofa and sent text messages to Zhuang Qinghe. There were still marks of pinholes on the back of his hands, and he was still wearing medicine.

Zhuang Qinghe quickly replied to the text message.

——Is there anything you want to eat in particular?

Li Zhile thought for a long time, - I want to eat cake.

Zhuang Qinghe did bring a cake when he came back, but it was really small, only the size of a palm, and he also brought back seafood porridge.

Two people are sitting at a dining table having dinner.

The light was a little dim, but it was enough to illuminate the two of them.

Zhuang Qinghe seemed to be in a bad mood, Li Zhile looked at the shrimps in the bowl and hesitated for a moment before scooping the shrimps into Zhuang Qinghe's bowl.

Although the cake was small, Li Zhile still divided it into two halves, he and Zhuang Qinghe each had half.

Zhuang Qinghe didn't like sweets, so he reluctantly ate a few bites, and Li Zhile ate the rest in one bite, showing a satisfied smile.

It turns out that the cake is so sweet and the seafood porridge is so sweet.

Li Zhile wondered why he hadn't noticed before.