Feng Qing

"call out--"

Sufeng appeared in front of Yan Ziling in an instant, stretched out her hand to pinch her neck, her eyes were cold and full of anger.

"I don't need a dying person to judge whether I am a man or not. As for you." The corner of Sufeng's mouth curled up into a sneer, "It's better to worry about your own situation. Instead of angering me, it's better to think about it. The person behind you, maybe I will spare your life when I am in a good mood."

"boom!"

Yan Ziling was severely thrown to the ground by Sufeng, she raised her foot and stepped on her back, leaned slightly, opened her lips and said something, everyone only saw Yan Ziling's eyes widen slowly, and then became Extremely frightened.

Although he didn't fully recall the memories of his previous life, he remembered everything that should be remembered. As for the unimportant ones, he was not in a hurry.

As long as Qing Xuan comes back, everything will be solved.

That person is his god.

Before, he was the god of all living beings, but now he is only his god.

Sufeng turned around and walked away with a flick of her sleeves, Yan Ziling came back to her senses, and stretched out her hand to grab Sufeng's clothes, but the clothes brushed past her hand.

"No... Sufeng, you can't do this!"

"How can you do this... no, no!"

"Sufeng, come back...you come back to me!"

"Let go of me...you let me go!"

……

Yan Ziling's struggle, fear... Sufeng didn't care at all, just now he thought of something again.

Just because Yan Ziling didn't say anything, doesn't mean he wouldn't know.

After all, he saw it that time.

Saw the man who wanted his life.

It was also him who sealed his memory so that he could not recognize Qing Xuan at first glance.

Stretching out his hand to lightly press his temple, at this moment, Sufeng showed his fatigue, and in front of him was a portrait of Qingxuan, big and small.

The young one is the little radish-like adult in his memory, and the big one is naturally Qing Xuan who raised him and was trapped by himself after he grew up.

Stretching out his hand to stroke all the expressions of Qing Xuan in his memory, the corners of his mouth curled up tenderly.

"You said you would come back, and I'll be right here waiting for you."

"When I clear all the eyeliner they buried here, it will be the end of their comfortable days."

……

Time goes by, never stops, everything is new, and we are all growing.

100 years, for me, the days are like years, and missing you has become the only thing in my spare time.

"Lord, everything is ready, just wait for the order from the lord." Shang Ming stood at the bottom with a spear in his hand.

Sufeng raised his hand and a painting appeared in front of him. The painting was of Qing Xuan. In the painting, Qing Xuan's brows and eyes were soft, like the sun shining on the earth, making the little boy in black in front of him obsessed. Staring at him intently, unwilling to let go of his every expression.

With a wave of his hand, everyone in the painting changed, the beauty in lavender was still the same, and the little boy in black in front of him was no longer a little boy, but a man.

His eyes are still so obsessed, but they are a little more calm and less sharp than he was then.

Sufeng's forehead was pressed against the beauty in the words, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his thin lips were slightly parted, as if he was talking about something, then he put away the painting, his expression was no longer soft.

"set off!"

With a single order, a group of people gathered in the sky of Floating Cloud City, disappeared in Haozhou instantly, and appeared in front of the teleportation formation in the extreme northern ice place.

Looking at the lavender barrier in front of the formation, Sufeng seemed to see that person again, and smiled back at herself.

Taking a deep breath, Sufeng waved his hand, and everyone walked into the teleportation array one after another.

On the other side, tens of thousands of high-level monks suddenly appeared in the sky above the waters of Tianzhu Island. The people below were in a mess, and some people quickly recovered and reported the situation to Di Chen.

Di Chen walked out of the magnificent palace, looked up at the sky above the sea area, the outskirts of Tianzhu Island, and frowned.

After more than 100 years of fighting with Qingxuan, he was seriously injured by Sufeng. Even after more than 100 years, his injuries still haven't healed.

Now, the place is full of darkness, and it is obvious that there will be no one else except that person.

but……

"Call the people in the black prison immediately, and prepare for the battle!" No matter what, Dichen has been sitting on Tianzhu Island for tens of thousands of years, and no one has dared to act so boldly and commit a large-scale violation of the country.

But thinking about it, if it was that person, the current situation wouldn't be too surprising.

After all, he has been preparing to attack the upper and lower realms on the other side of the teleportation array.

Sufeng was dressed in black, looking disdainfully at Tianzhu Island, which looked like ants under her feet, and looked up at the sky, Qingxuan's face appeared on the clouds again, smiling at him, Sufeng stretched out her hand as if she was touching him Someone who is missed all the time.

I thought to myself: "Qing Xuan, you said you would come back, I have been waiting for 100 years, why haven't you come back?"

"Qingxuan, you'd better not come back so soon, at least wait until I get rid of all those who coveted our family, and then you come back, then no one will covet you again."

coveted, our home.

Raising his hand, tens of thousands of monks swooped down behind him, and the barrier of Tianzhu Island shattered under their strong attacks again and again, and Di Chen frowned again.

Looking at Sufeng who was always standing in the sky like an outsider, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"not him?"

"Why not him, who is this kid?" Di Chen said angrily.

He thought it was Qing Xuan.But upon closer inspection, that person was not Qing Xuan, but...

"It's him!" Di Chen exclaimed.

"Why, how could it be him?"

A hundred years ago, he hadn't remembered who Sufeng really was, but the picture at this moment, as well as the fiery red phoenix behind him, floating above the sky, finally reminded him.

Demon King, Yun Fenglan!

But it seems wrong.

Dichen was confused.

But this face and the phoenix behind him clearly showed his identity.

However, he didn't feel the magic energy from him.

"All staff prepare for battle, not only to drive out the invaders, but also to kill them."

"My lord, let them come and go!"

"Yun Fenglan, more than 1000 years ago, I was able to kill you once, so now I can naturally kill you a second time." Di Chen soared into the sky, standing opposite Sufeng.

Sufeng looked at the old thing in front of him, a bloodthirsty smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"If you want my life, you have to see if you still have the strength you had back then."

"Really think that this Lord is still the Demon Lord from back then?" Su Feng sneered, holding a soft sword in her hand to bully her.

He is not in a hurry to kill Di Chen, he wants to let him experience what despair is.

Just like Yan Ziling who is still being tortured in the dungeon after more than 100 years.

The good looks are no longer there, only the day-to-day torture.