Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

When Mo Li saw Qingfeng's distant and indifferent expression, she suddenly panicked and quickly explained, "That's not the case! It's not like that! Brother Qingfeng, listen to me! There are a few people from our clan who have locked her up with thousand-year soul stones. Her spiritual power was sealed, and she couldn't resist at all, and she didn't want to be caught by them. As the two sides pulled her, she was pushed off the cliff!"

Qingfeng took action to stop the two female disciples behind who wanted to rush up and beat Mo Li, and stared at her coldly, "Qingyan's spiritual power has been sealed, so what are you doing? Feng Lishang is dead, and it is said that Demon Lord Feng Ying Shen Zhi I don’t know. They have disappeared long ago. Who instructed these people to come to the Fanyin Palace when they were leaderless? My dignified elders of the Fanyin Palace did not come to cause trouble, but they went to find a female disciple. It has been several months since Luo Qingyan came back to recover from her injuries. It's been months. During this time, the demons have no intention of seeking revenge. They didn't come when she was at her weakest. Why don't they come to her to avenge Feng Lishang after her injuries are completely healed? Mo Li, Mo Li, I I have watched you grow up, but your words are full of loopholes and lies! Tell me! What did you do to Luo Qingyan?!"

By the end of the sentence, Qingfeng's voice had become cold, and every word coming out of his lips was filled with suppressed anger and strong murderous intent.

Mo Li? He actually called her by her first name? He doesn't call her Li'er anymore?

Her body shook, and tears fell down. In this silent main hall, every breath of the breeze seemed to be a sharp knife, cutting the softness in her heart crazily.

Mo Li felt as if she was standing in an ice cellar. The gentleness of the breeze had been wiped out, leaving only the ruthless coldness, which made her feel bitingly cold.

Mo Li couldn't help but think of bits and pieces of the past, that beautiful episode about Qingfeng and herself, but now it was like a beautiful dream, cruelly broken into reality.

"Brother Qingfeng...why are you looking at me like that...why don't you call me Li'er anymore? Brother Qingfeng, you said you would take care of Li'er and protect Li'er..."

Mo Li's eyes were filled with waves, and Qingfeng's eyes full of murderous intent seemed to tell them that the memories they had had were just memories. There was sadness and confusion in her voice, and her clear and painful eyes made people feel pity.

Qingfeng was silent for a moment, revealing a complicated expression. He gently reached out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Mo Li's eyes. She looked at him sadly, as if waiting for an answer.

"Sigh... I once promised to protect you and take care of you, but it was only when I was in the Demon Clan. Now I am from the Fanyin Palace and you are the princess of the Demon Clan. Now our two identities cannot be restored at all. Why should you never forget the past?"

Mo Li fell to the ground in disbelief, his eyes lost their luster, all the blood on his face faded, and he was as pale as paper.

Qingfeng sighed again and waved to the people behind him, signaling them to take Mo Li away and imprison him.

Guan Xingchen hurried over at this time and bowed to Qingfeng. He wanted to speak but was stopped by Qingfeng, "No need to say anything. Now you are taking people to the cliff to look for Qingyan. I don't believe that Qingfeng's apprentice would do this. Die inexplicably!"

Qingfeng took out a thick stack of yellow paper charms from his sleeves. With a flip of his slender fingers, the yellow paper charms wrapped in spiritual power turned into thousands of paper cranes and flew away.