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Yan Lie's temper is not good in itself, at the beginning he could do it because Fei Mo saw him in a mess, but if he finally found out that Fei Mo and Gui Yuan were together, he might be angry and vomit blood.

Fei Mo smiled and stared at Gui Yuan, without answering.

Gui Yuan immediately withdrew his hesitation and nodded: "A Fei is right, Yan Lie was too much before, so he should be taught a lesson."

"It's good that Your Majesty understands, but..." Fei Mo turned the teacup in her hand, "I always feel that I and Your Majesty have not been together for a long time, it really has no sense of reality."

"A Fei, actually..." Gui Yuan hesitated for a moment, but decided to say it out, "Actually, you don't have a sense of reality, it's because of the effect of Wangqing Water, you drank too much."

Wangqing water can wash away the memory of a certain period of time, and it can also wash away the memory related to a certain event.

Fei Mo drank so much, even if it was just to wash away the memories related to the calamity at first, it probably started to affect the memories of other calamities by now.

If things go on like this for a long time, Fei Mo will gradually become a ruthless Taoist, just like some two dead iron emperors.

The most important thing is that if Fei Mo cultivates the way of ruthlessness, Gui Yuan will become a widower.

"So...did you drink too much?" Fei Mo was stunned for a moment, then covered her eyes, "Your Majesty, what you said is really..."

However, Fei Mo couldn't survive without the Water of Forgetfulness.

He doesn't know how much he needs to be another person in the love disaster to still be so painful after forgetting the other party; or maybe, he doesn't love the other party too much, so he would rather lose all his feelings and memories than remember the slightest bit of the other party.

Gui Yuan walked around Fei Mo's side and hugged him: "It's all over, but it's actually not that painful, but it's your first love calamity, it's normal if you can't make it through."

The feelings that were once unforgettable will be obliterated by time in the end.

"A Fei, have you ever thought about it? It was so painful at that time, just because you met Qing Jie for the first time?" Gui Yuan stroked Fei Mo's long hair, "If you look back now, maybe you saw it It's different."

Fei Mo leaned against Gui Yuan's arms, endured the rising heartache, and asked in a low voice: "If you go and see again, will Your Majesty accompany Xiao Sheng?"

"Together." Gui Yuan responded with a smile, "In all your love affairs from now on, the only person you can fall in love with is me."

"Okay, I've made an appointment for you." Fei Mo raised her head and smiled at Gui Yuan, with two tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, "Speaking of which, Xiaosheng is almost at the time of calamity again."

Fei Mo had slept for five years before, and although his cultivation was slow, he was still improving. After waking up, he quickly rose to the 21st level, and it was almost time to go down.

Gui Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Fei, your cultivation speed is improving, there is really no one in the heavens who can match it. Which one do you want to choose?"

Fei Mo thought for a while: "I haven't decided yet, but I want something exciting, so it's more interesting."

"Is it as exciting as last time?" Gui Yuan joked. Last time Fei Mo suffered a lot. She stayed in a dark room for 20 years and couldn't speak.

"That's not it!" Fei Mo retorted angrily, and then had an idea, "Since His Majesty is so active..."

Gui Yuan's back felt cold, not knowing what Fei Mo wanted to do, she hurriedly apologized: "No, Ah Fei, I was just joking..."

Fei Mo took out the scripts written by Guiyuan and Yuelao, compared them, and chose Yuelao's: "Let's go for this one, it's stimulating, passionate, and very interesting."

Yuelao's book will basically not have too cruel plots, Gui Yuan secretly heaves a sigh of relief: "Ah Fei just decides, after all, it is your love disaster."

"Oh? It's so good." Fei Mo smiled happily, showing her sharp little canine teeth.

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The master of Qianjimen, Qian Weisheng, lost his father when he was young, and was kicked out of Qianjimen by his stepmother, fell into a cliff, and has been unable to do anything since then; later, he returned to Qianjimen with his extraordinary talents.

To avenge and kill the stepmother, drive away the blood-eating leech-like uncle's family, take back Qianjimen, and make Qianjimen the biggest sect in the Jianghu.

Fei Mo heard the thousand and fifty times in the teahouse that Mr. Shu said about the master of the Qianjimen, and he could memorize it all back and forth.

However, guests love to listen to it, and would rather spend five cents to drink tea here to listen to it.

Sometimes I have to say it more than a dozen times a day. It is obviously a plot that anyone can tell by heart, but there are still people who want to listen.

It's just past February, and the snow will melt, and sometimes it will continue to fall at night.

This is the case in the south of the Yangtze River. When it snows, there is rain, and it is cold to death.

Fei Mo put down the teapot and warmed the fire by the brazier, hearing the noisy conversation, she was suddenly in a trance, as if she was still the chief executive of the Cao Family Clan, and she was heartbroken for the master above.

Memories of the past come one after another, which really echoes the saying that life has its ups and downs, and there is no place where you can sit forever.

Sparks popped out of the brazier, waking up the dazed Crimson Moth; the curtain at the door of the inn was lifted, and the newcomer walked in with his neck shrunk.

Fei Mo hurriedly got up to greet the guests, and suddenly heard the people behind him say——Qianjimen is recruiting a new housekeeper, 50 taels a month, more than eunuchs in the palace.