who knows

--forget?

Could it be that this girl knew herself before?

This girl has an astonishing aura, not to mention how rare those golden eyes that are as bright as the scorching sun are. Pass these golden eyes.

I'm afraid, I made a mistake.

She smiled wryly, and was about to open her mouth to defend herself, when she heard a gentle and elegant female voice call softly: "Zhongli, long time no see."

Zhong Liqing turned her face in doubt - the girl in plain clothes smiled at her, with a little joy flowing in her calm eyes.

This girl looked very good-natured, but just like the girl with the golden eyes, she did not exist in her memory.

It's really strange, why do all these girls know her?

When did she become so famous?

Zhong Liqing looked at the woman in plain clothes who was smiling like a spring breeze in embarrassment, unable to call out the other person's name, so she smiled and nodded.

"Why, you don't remember her?" The black-clothed woman who had been staring at Zhong Liqing's expression sneered, her golden eyes glanced at the plain-clothed woman, gloating over her misfortune.

"This..." Zhong Liqing sneered, avoiding the stunned and slightly disappointed eyes of the plain-clothed woman, and turned her eyes to look at another black-robed woman beside her. Zhang's hand paused, before he could think, a smile appeared on his face naturally.

"Miss Xi, are you safe?" Zhong Liqing raised her lamp and respected the girl from a distance, her smile was a little more sincere, and everyone else had different thoughts, "I never thought Taiyizong would come to the Immortal Demon Realm to participate in this day I have underestimated the strength of your faction."

When we parted that year, we only thought it was a farewell, but we never thought we would meet again in the Immortal Demon Realm.

When we met for the first time, I was just a little monk in the Qi refining period, and she was just a alchemy cultivator who suffered from the five elements and it was difficult to cultivate; Zong's disciple.

Zhong Liqing still remembers that at that time, it was also the first time she and Yu Yao met...

"Who are you?" The black-robed woman is the head of the four demon lords of the demon world, known as Ziyan Demon Lord; countless souls died under the hell demon lotus in her hands, but few people know that she originally came from the lower realm of Dongming Group The second largest sect, Taiyi Sect.

Even in the Demon Realm, there are only a handful of people who know her origin, but now, how can you not be surprised to teach a strange woman to tell the truth?

Looking at this person again, it coincides with the shadow in the memory——

"Your Excellency does not know, I am no longer a disciple of the Taiyi Sect, but a member of the Demon Realm." Xi Yuyan stared at Zhong Liqing and looked again and again, with some vague guesses in his heart, but he was not sure.

After all, at that time, before she was swallowed by the giant lotus, she saw the man fall into the deep pool with her own eyes...

Zhong Liqing looked at her frowning vigilantly with amused expression, thinking hard but couldn't find a way out, couldn't figure out her identity and appearance, sighed in her heart, deliberately ignored the expressions of the other two, took a sip of tea, and swallowed the tea. Astringent meaning.

It's also interesting to say—the two people knew her, but she didn't have the slightest impression; and she recognized the girl's identity at a glance, but she suddenly couldn't tell who she was...Accident, true or false Right and wrong, who missed who, and who lost whom?

——The karma in this world is really interesting.

"Meeting is fate. The three girls might as well sit down together and drink a cup of tea. What's the matter, and let's talk slowly, how about it?" Zhong Liqing smiled and pointed to the empty seat, and then greeted the one who didn't know where to hide. The waiter said, "Refill a pot of tea, and bring some snacks."

Turning over the upside-down empty teacups, filling them up one by one, and pushing them in front of the other three, Zhong Liqing pondered how to break the deadlock, but the woman in plain clothes spoke first with understanding: "Zhong Li still remembers, God You were the one who saved me at the time of the ruins, and the bracelet on your wrist... is something I've worn for many years."

Zhong Liqing followed her gaze to look at the bracelet on her wrist, smacked her lips a few times, and finally smiled with difficulty, suddenly realizing: "That's how it is."

——This bracelet was worn on A Niang's wrist after she entered the Immortal Demon Realm and found her, but she couldn't remember where it came from!

If what the girl said is true, then I really forgot something...

"Tsk, Ji Wuyuan, you have to use your brains to make up stories. You are a majestic young emperor of the underworld, where do you need someone to rescue you? This guy's cultivation level, let alone saving people, is barely enough to protect himself." The woman in black sneered, The topic changed, and she suddenly moved closer to Zhong Liqing, her golden eyes captured her firmly, and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter if you forget, from now on you remember, my name is Ming Qiuluo, I am Shura, I once swore , I want to marry the first person who sees my face, and that person is you."

"This..." Zhong Liqing smiled apologetically at Ji Wuyuan following Ming Qiuluo's words, thinking that what she said was reasonable, but unexpectedly what she said afterwards was even more far-fetched.

——Not to mention how childish the marriage alliance that was made just because of their looks, since both of them are women and belong to different camps, how easy is it to become a Taoist couple?

What's more, Zhong Liqing thought that she had just met this girl for the first time, and she had no admiration for her; what's more, she already had a sweetheart in her heart, so under such circumstances, she was naturally unwilling to marry her.

"Why, do you want to renege on your debt?" Seeing her pursed lips, Ming Qiuluo asked sullenly, with a gloomy face.

"It is rumored that the Shura royal family is as addicted to war as life, and they are as comfortable as the wind. Looking at it now, the rumors are rumors after all. I just believed that sentence after seeing Princess Ming Er today." Seeing Zhong Liqing being forced to ask questions, Xi Yuyan was already After affirming her identity, he immediately rescued her and said, "Under the great name, it's actually hard to live up to it!"

"My surname is Xi, what do you mean?" Ming Qiuluo was not angry when she exposed her identity as the Shura royal family, but she was annoyed that she had a close relationship with Zhong Liqing and compared herself; and when she opened her mouth, Zhong Liqing heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been relieved from a heavy burden, his smile was light, and he was no longer restrained - such a difference between closeness and intimacy really hurts people.

In the past, there was the ice hole of the thirteenth girl who was in the way, and now there is a demon king who is lingering, and even Mingji, who is notorious for not being troublesome, treats her differently... This enemy is too attractive.

"Qin, Qin..." Xi Yuyan stopped talking halfway through his words, and turned to look at Zhong Liqing—she and Zhong Liqing met Donglin Yuandu, and Zhong Liqing's alias was Qin Zhong, and she disguised herself as a man. When they met in the Devil's Underground Palace, Zhong Liqing and Yu Yao were also dressed in men's clothing, so although the two of them had known each other for a long time, they had not formally exchanged names—of course, their friendship of sharing weal and woe would never be because of this. And less than half a point.

In Xi Yuyan's heart, no matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, Qin Zhong, a loose cultivator of Donglin, or Jiang Qing, the young master of the Jiang Clan, they are all her best friends and benefactors.

Seeing her look, the latter smiled knowingly, and immediately added cleverly, "Zhongli is my adoptive father's surname. My surname is Jiang, my name is Qing, and I'm Xingqi. It's okay to call me Zhongli."

After speaking, he smiled at Ji Wuyuan again, obviously thinking of her address when we first met.

Judging from this habit, Ji Wuyuan might really know her.

But the flirting between the three of them made Ming Qiuluo feel as if he was being squeezed out, gritted his silver teeth secretly, and felt even more annoyed.

"As far as I know, Zhongli has a Taoist couple for a long time. The two of them are very affectionate and love each other very much. They don't allow outsiders to intervene. I would like to advise Miss Ming, don't force it—when it's time to let go, you should let go." Xi Yuyan remembered that time. When she was in the underground palace, Zhong Liqing looked so intimacy with that person, even in times of crisis, she held hands tightly and refused to let go, Gu Pan's eyes connected with each other, even though she had never had a lover, she was devoted to the Tao, But he couldn't help feeling envious.

Although he was a bit puzzled at this moment, why he only saw Zhong Liqing alone, and there was no sign of that person, Xi Yuyan didn't want to speculate on whether there was any change--the most urgent task is to get rid of this pestering Shura for his friends first, and for the rest, It will be discussed later.

"Taoist? Heh, who are you talking about? You?" Ming Qiuluo chuckled disdainfully, but the white dress that was elegantly dressed in dust appeared in his mind unexpectedly, his eyes turned cold, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "All I know is that a love scene is like a battlefield, and the winner is the king—the person I like will naturally be snatched away."

"Miss Ming, this statement is wrong." But Ji Wuyuan frowned, and persuaded in a low voice, "Love is a word that is hard to control, so why bother to be persistent?"

"Ji Wuyuan, instead of wasting time to talk to me here, it's better to take down that witch first--I promise you, this time, I, the Asura clan, will not make things difficult for you ghost cultivators." Ming Qiuluo snorted coldly, beautiful She glanced lightly at Xi Yuyan, whose face was as heavy as water, and the smile under the veil showed a bit of malice.

It sounds like this Ming Qiuluo belongs to the Shura royal family, this Ji Wuyuan is the young emperor of the underworld, and her old acquaintance is the head of the demon king of the demon world... These three girls are older than the other, and have different identities. He is more prominent than the other, but in comparison, his mere young master of the Jiang clan is really not worth mentioning.

Laughing at herself, seeing these three people fighting back and forth, and the center of the topic was even started by herself, Zhong Liqing only felt bored for a while, lost in thought, and couldn't help but trance.

At this time, another sound of bells and tripods was heard, which was deafening and resounded through the sky, interrupting all the arguments and pulling back the wandering thoughts.

"The second round of competition in the Tiandou Conference—start." As soon as the voice fell, Zhong Liqing felt that the teahouse she was in had become different.

If it is said that at first glance, the teahouse only exudes continuous spiritual energy, but after the sound of the tripod, it emits spiritual waves that cover the sky one after another—comparing the two, it is just like The light of the fireflies suddenly turned into a dazzling sun, but anyone who is careful will never miss this change.

The three of them stopped talking at the same time and looked at Zhong Liqing; while the person who was watched drank tea quietly by himself, but smiled without saying a word, as if he hadn't noticed the stagnant atmosphere.

After a long time, when Ji Wuyuan, who was the most calm among the three, could hardly bear to speak, Zhong Liqing finally made a move.

She gently put down the teacup, and said casually: "There are two teleportation arrays in this teahouse, one in Tianzi No. [-] room, and the other in the firewood room in the back."

After saying that, she looked at the three people with different expressions, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Unfortunately, there are four of us here—how about this, two-two confrontation, the able one wins."

"Miss Ming, please." Before the other three could speak, Zhong Liqing stood up and raised her hand as a gesture of "please".

Ming Qiuluo looked at her without speaking or moving, his expression was extraordinarily complicated, and there was even a flash of anger.

"The previous game has not been won, so it's better to continue." Seeing Zhong Liqing's insistence, Xi Yuyan sighed, but it was Zhao Ji who was unwilling to invite the fight.

"Alright," with a smile, Ji Wuyuan glanced at the calm Zhong Liqing again, stroked her wrist subconsciously, then shook her head, and followed Xi Yuyan to the firewood room behind the hall. , only Yu Jiaren murmured faintly, "...be careful."

Cursing her lips, Zhong Liqing didn't respond, she stared intently at the cold and silent Ming Qiuluo, her eyes gradually sharpened.

"You are not my opponent." After the figures of the two people disappeared, Ming Qiuluo still did not get up, but only caressed the longbow on the table intently; brushed the lines of the bow with his fingertips, and said without any emotion— ——The sadness in the eyes is not easy to let others see.

What answered her was an extremely fierce sword energy.

"Stab——" Ming Qiuluo held the longbow in his hand, avoiding three consecutive sword lights, and the bow body and the sword blade hit each other one after another, making a dull sound, as if hitting someone's chest heart.

Looking at the hem of the clothes torn by the sword energy, and a thin bloodstain on his forearm, Ming Qiuluo shook his hands nonchalantly, letting the blood drip, his golden eyes curled up, as if smiling, But there was blood in his eyes, accompanied by an imperceptible sadness: "Zhong Liqing, do you have a heart?"

The author has something to say: It suddenly occurred to me that the four sentences in the copywriting seem to have been forgotten... Hey, my yellow croaker brain QWQ

The third sentence - I owe you, I'm afraid I can't afford it, why don't I give you my life... This is the line of Cen Beiqing. When I turned to the first 190 chapters, I realized that I forgot to add it , Manually make a patch_(:з」∠)_

Then, Princess Ming Er actually took two sentences by herself, I really love her 2333

That's right, when I wrote Ming [-], I always substituted Mu Wanqing, I'm Miss Mu's crazy fan (I like both the TVB version and Jiang Xin's version!)

(Actually, the fourth sentence was intended for Ji Wuyuan at the beginning, and then I forgot about it when I coded it... Forget it, anyway, if you deviate from the outline, don’t care about the details, so let’s do it, Keke)

Well, I wish you all a happy new year and a prosperous Year of the Dog~

Tomorrow I will read the comments, and I will draw ten little angels to give out red envelopes, so I love you guys~~