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Luojing Mountain, Qiyang Palace, Demon Realm, Unspirited City.

A hundred years away is like a big dream.

Ji Wenliang remembered everything.

Feng Li, this bastard, said that he would not meet again in the future, and told him not to come again...

The more Ji Wenliang thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more resentful he became, and rushed back along the same path.

He could feel his mana being more and more constrained.

That means that it is getting closer and closer to the hinterland of the Demon Realm.

"Ow—"

There was a wolf howl behind him.

He turned his head abruptly, and the boiling blood all over his body instantly cooled down.

Hundreds of demon wolves are staring at him.

It was Demon Wolf again.

His storage bag contained the thorn kite, and the magic wolf must have found it by smell.

It was because I was too impulsive. With the current magic power, how could I break into the devil world alone?

calm down.

Although the plot has changed, the system is still there, and the stability rate of the world is still at the level before his death, and he came back to life.

There is still hope for everything.

He can't die again.

Demon wolf... Demon wolf...

"Wan Wu Zhi" said that demon wolves live in groups, guarding Jingyuancao for generations, and the clan is strictly hierarchical, with the chief wolf as the head.

This kind of monster is the most difficult to deal with, and it will do anything to achieve its goal.

You must not fight desperately. First, you must notify Fengli quickly, and second, you must try your best to delay the time.

But the handwriting technique can't be used, how can I notify Fengli?

What can most attract the attention of the demons?

Got it!

fire.

There is no sun in the Demon Realm, and most demons have never seen dazzling light or fire since they were born. If a big fire can be ignited, there will be commotion in the Demon Realm, and Fengli will definitely come.

Anyway, I am no longer a wood spirit, so controlling fire is no problem.

As for the troubles brought to Feng Li...don't worry about it, just teach him a lesson.

He made up his mind, took out the storage bag from his arms, and took out a longbow.

Holding the storage bag and moving to the left, the heads of the demon wolves moved to the left one after another.

It moved to the right, and the wolf's head moved to the right.

Finally, he attached the storage bag to the bow and arrow.

"Ow—"

Among the pack of wolves, the tallest wolf howled to the sky.

He knew that the attack by the demon wolf was the second time, and it was the master who wanted Jing Yuancao back.

and so……

Ji Wenliang raised his longbow, and the arrow pointed to the sky above the wolf's head.

In the eyes of all the wolves, one could see an off-string arrow flying into the sky like a shooting star.

At the moment when it reached the highest point, the storage bag exploded, and countless lights and flames fell down like heavenly maidens.

Magic Palace.

"Report-"

A pawn broke into the chamber.

"What's the matter?"

Sitting at the head of the Demon Lord buried his head in the desk and asked casually.

"My lord Qi, ten miles to the south of the Demon Palace, a big fire suddenly broke out, and the flames soared into the sky, spreading to all directions, and there are demon wolves around."

"Fire?" Liu Ji, who was sitting on the side, flicked her long snake tail, with a natural charm in her voice, "Are you stupid, how can there be fire in the devil world?"

"Back to your majesty, it is indeed fire."

"There is no vegetation near the south of the Demon Palace, and the fire can still spread. It must be controlled by magic. The rebellion in the northern border has not yet been suppressed. It is not impossible to set fire and provoke near the Demon Palace."

The person who answered the conversation was a handsome man, leisurely waving a folding fan in his hand.

"Since it's arson, why are demon wolves involved?"

The voice was clear and pleasant. It was a young man in Tsing Yi.

"What's there to analyze?" Demon Lord Su Ze shook his clothes—his gorgeous purple clothes really stood out in the crowd, "Those mad dogs, smelling the smell of jingyuan grass is like smelling a bitch. It seems that I can’t even shake it off, I’m afraid someone will steal its treasure again.”

"All right."

Feng Li glanced at it coolly, and suddenly fell silent.

"Qing Yuan, go and have a look."

The young man in Tsing Yi got up and took the order.

"Yes."

back down.

Feng Li didn't care, and said in a cool and watery tone: "Bai Ming, you just said that Northern Xinjiang..."

Halfway through the speech, he stopped.

"...The fire can still spread, it must be controlled by spells..."

"...Since it's arson, why are there still demon wolves..."

"...that group of mad dogs smelled the jingyuan grass..."

Suddenly his face changed and he stood up.

The remaining three demon kings raised their heads, but found that there was no one above the first one.

The chaotic rocks on the ground hurt the soles of the feet, and the whistling and retreating wind was in my ears.

The heart was beating violently, as if it was going to burst through the chest.

At the moment when the storage bag was torn apart, the demon wolf knew that he had been tricked, and the instant anger was like a raging fire at his feet.

While running, he frantically sniffed the residual smell in the air.

"Ow—"

Still caught up.

Ji Wenliang turned his head, and a pure black wolf rushed towards him like lightning.

He sideways, dodging the attack.

hiss.

The sharp wolf claws brushed against the white sleeves, and the black and red blood immediately swelled like a blooming flower.

As soon as the demon wolf that had flounced to nothing landed, it turned around nimbly, its front legs bent down, its teeth bared, and a threatening sound came out of its mouth.

Ji Wenliang covered his wound and took a step back.

"Ho-"

Turning around suddenly, dozens of pairs of green eyes opened and closed in the darkness, shining brightly.

The alpha wolf shook his head, shaking his hair all over his body, and silently took a step forward.

The wolves followed suit and took a step forward.

The encirclement shrinks.

Ji Wenliang's heart suddenly rose.

He squeezed the dart in his hand.

The alpha wolf straightened up, raised its head, its thick and long hair wrapped around its fragile throat.

This is the moment!

With a whoosh, the spinning dart dropped out of his hand, spinning forward rapidly, and the sharp tip pierced the tranquility of the night.

When the dart was half an inch away from the wolf's throat, a sword flew from nowhere and fell straight down, piercing the wolf's back and piercing through its entire body.

Half of the long sword was buried in the soil.

A powerful demonic energy vibrated in all directions centered on the tip of the sword, trembling even the Demonic Palace a few miles away.

Under the impact of the demon energy, dozens of demon wolves involuntarily bounced outward, and the originally solid encirclement fell apart instantly.

The moment before he fell, he was dragged into a warm and familiar embrace.

An anxious voice sounded from above.

"Is something wrong?"

Ji Wenliang was speechless, but shook his head with downcast eyes.

Feng Li's inspection gaze swept over, and when he touched the blood stain on his arm, he froze suddenly.

No longer caring about anything, Da Heng picked up the person in his arms and went back to the Demon Palace.

"Your honor."

The two demon servants who had been guarding the dormitory all year round were bored, when they suddenly saw the demon master stepping into the threshold with a person in his arms, and knelt down in a panic.

"There are still jingyuancao?"

"There are three more."

"Bring it."

The Demon Attendant was taken aback, his eyes swept across the bloodstains winding forward, he hurriedly got up and left in a hurry.

At this moment, Feng Li had already put Ji Wenliang on the bed and raised his arm.

"Let go, let me see."

You idiot, won't the blood flow out when you let go of your hand?

But Ji Wenliang still let go of his hand covering the wound.

Black and red blood gushed out instantly.

Feng Li also found that this was very inappropriate, and hurriedly covered the wound with his hands, but the blood still flowed out from between his fingers, which was shocking.

"My lord, it might be better to use this."

Another Demon Servant stood at one side at some point, dragging a white square scarf in his hand.

Feng Li hurriedly picked up the scarf and covered the wound.

His technique was too gentle, and the Demon Attendant couldn't help reminding, "Your Majesty needs to use some strength."

Feng Li obeyed and tried hard.

"……Well……"

Ji Wenliang bit his lip.

Hearing his voice, Feng Li tremblingly said like Ling Chi, "Be patient."

"My lord, here comes the medicine."

The thorn kite has been crushed thoughtfully.

Master Mozun is good at fighting, but not bandaging wounds.

The Demon Attendant at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and said cautiously: "My lord, it's better to let the subordinate down."

"well."

Feng Li woke up like a dream, he hurriedly stood up from the bed to make room for a large space, but his eyes never left the wound.

The two demon servants moved much more neatly, but after a while the wounds were treated properly, and they retreated quietly.

Feng Li looked at Ji Wenliang who bowed his head silently, his Adam's apple rolling, he felt that he should explain the series of unusual behaviors just now.

Slowly sat back on the bed.

"Sorry, you look a lot like an old friend of mine, that's why I came to save you."

Ji Wenliang had never seen Feng Li in such a panic before, he nodded, as if he accepted the explanation.

"I set the fire just now."

"No problem." Feng Li wanted to touch him, but he stretched out his hand halfway and put it back.

"I didn't tell you not to come again, why did you come back again?"

Ji Wenliang remained silent.

"Is... what is missing?"

"Yes, what else do you need?"

Feng Li was very close, so close that he could feel the churning magic energy on his body, so close that when he raised his head, he bumped into his eyes.

Ji Wenliang thought more than once, how to tell him that he has recovered his memory when he sees him again.

Maybe he should be slapped and make a scene, berating him for playing tricks.

Maybe I should hug him and listen to him explain why he hasn't visited me in 16 years.

Maybe just don't say anything, turn around and leave, let him regret it painfully.

Even at the moment when he was surrounded by wolves, he was still thinking, it's over, there is no such chance.

And now, this opportunity has come.

Ji Wenliang heard this and said to himself.

"I remember it all."

It was a very calm and monotonous tone.

Feng Li didn't show much shock, but his instantly pale face still revealed his emotions.

This moment was stretched out for a long time.

"it is good."

Feng Li nodded, said hello three times in a row, and asked him when he remembered.

Ji Wenliang said that I remembered it last night.

Feng Li asked him why he suddenly remembered that this shouldn't be.

Ji Wenliang thought, perhaps because the task had not been completed, the system helped him restore his memory.

But he said he just remembered.

"it is good."

Feng Li said yes again, as if there was nothing else to say except this.

He suddenly stood up from the bed, strode towards the square nanmu table, and lifted the upside-down teacup.

Xu didn't go back to the bedroom for a long time, and the magic servant forgot to refill the tea, but he couldn't pour any water anyway.

"Your Majesty," the Demon Attendant approached in the dark, "Subordinates go down to get some tea."

Feng Li said in a very approachable tone: "No need."

Suddenly, the table was overturned, and the things fell down with a crackling sound and shattered to the ground.

The knife stuck in the heart had already died from the flesh, but now it was pulled out violently, the blood and muscles merged together.

The pain has been accumulated for too long, and when I look back, I find that its roots are nowhere to be found.

The author has something to say:

I had already thought about what it would be like for the two to meet again, but when I was writing, it suddenly changed.

I think this is more realistic.

Just like you had a friend many years ago, you had a big fight and broke up completely, which caused you pain for a long time, but when you meet again many years later, you can’t remember the reason for the quarrel, but that kind of Painful but still remembered.

Because of the pain for so long, the reason for the quarrel is no longer important, because everything has been diluted by time.

Feng Li's pain was not caused by Ji Wenliang, even if Ji Wenliang said he didn't blame him, this pain will not end.

Because this pain is his own.

In this world, apart from physical pain, all pain is self-inflicted.