Ling Che shouted anxiously from behind: "Where are you going?"
He didn't answer.
Even his footsteps did not stop.
Ling Che couldn't catch up, so he could only follow behind and shout: "Take me away too."
Nie Zhen didn't speak.
He didn't stop either.
At the end of the maple leaf forest is a vast and misty river.
There is a small boat on the river.
Several people stood on the boat.
Those people were covered in blood.
It's just that they still stand proudly on the boat.
They didn't feel embarrassed at all.
The person at the head also has silver hair and a pair of blood-like eyes.
He is Duanmu Yingshi.
Su Quan stood on the small boat, covering his wound, staring at Nie Zhen coldly.
Yin-Yang Twin Envoy and Ping'er sneered.
Ling Che finally understood where Nie Zhen said he was leaving.
She dragged her broken leg and walked forward quickly.
Every time I take a step, my left leg hurts.
She wanted to catch Nie Zhen.
Nie Zhen turned around suddenly.
His blood-red eyes fixed on Ling Che.
At this time, those blood-like eyes seemed to be burning like a big fire.
I don't know if it's Ling Che's illusion, but those blood-colored eyes seem to be faintly glowing with blood.
Nie Zhen said suddenly, "Stop your steps."
Oops! It's insanity.
Can't help it. Involuntary. Ling Che stopped his steps.
She stared blankly at him.
He looked at her with infinite sadness, "Forget me."
Ling Che remembered what Nie Zhen said.
He said that inspiritualism has reached a higher level, and it can make one person forget another person.
Sure enough, he didn't lie to her.
It's just that she didn't expect that his soul-hunting technique was actually used on her.
He wants her to forget him.
I can't move my whole body.
Can't say a word.
Her heart screamed, no, no, I don't want it.
But the memories in my mind were broken into pieces little by little.
Those bits and pieces were broken into pieces and turned into ashes.
Nie Zhen turned around and said calmly, "From now on, there will be no more Nie Zhen in your life."
She wanted to cry, she was sad.
But she couldn't move.
Can't even cry.
Nie Zhen turned and left.
Ling Che dragged her injured leg, but couldn't catch up with him. In the end, she knelt on the ground powerlessly.
Nie Zhen boarded the boat.
His voice came slowly.
"You have never had Nie Zhen in your life. You have never had Nie Zhen in your life. You have never seen Nie Zhen in your life."
The boat gradually moved away.
Ling Che passed out and fell to the ground.
A lifetime of prosperity.
Looking back, it's all gone.
Everything can't go back to the past.
All memories are blown away by the wind.
Those fragments can no longer piece together a complete memory.
Since then, there is no Nie Zhen in my life.
I never remember him.
That moonlit night.
That heartbroken little prince.
The little prince who was drinking and standing on a tall building.
The little prince who cried, cried and laughed, jumped from a tall building but was caught by her.
In her memory, she disappeared into ashes and disappeared in the depths of her memory.
It's like it never existed.
I don't know how long I slept, waiting for Ling Che to wake up. She heard a happy voice.
"You woke up, you finally woke up, do you know that you have been sleeping for three days and three nights, I thought you were going to die."
The man's voice trembled slightly.
Ling Che followed the voice, looked over and saw Qi Tianyou's face.
Qi TianyouAll of Yin Ji's henchmen were cleaned up by the master, and they were all buried with Yin Ji. "
Qi Tianyou nodded his head for a long time, and came to a conclusion, "So that's how it is."
Ling Che smiled, glanced at Jiannan, and said, "Brother, you know a lot."
Jiannan also smiled, and said, "Master said it all. As soon as Master drinks a little wine with me, he will brag a little after drinking."
Qi Tianyou pursed his lips, a little sullen.
Jiannan was straightforward, and only then did he realize that the relationship between the young palace master Qi Tianyou and the palace master was a little estranged, and it was difficult for him to mention this matter in front of the young palace master, and the young palace master felt a little unhappy.
So he laughed and said: "It's a pity that God bless you don't drink much, otherwise Master will definitely brag to you when he drinks with you."
Zhiqiu and Ling Che also nodded and said: "Yes, yes, the reason why your father doesn't talk to you very much, and doesn't brag with you very much is simply because you don't drink much."
Qi Tianyou glanced coldly at Ling Che and Zhiqiu.
So the three of them were silent at the same time, not daring to speak.
Qi Tianyou thought about it all night, and finally he said to everyone: "I want to go back and see my father first."
Everyone nodded.
Ling Che thought in his heart: When I go back this time, I guess Qixuelou will have to explain the funeral. Who is the qualified heir in Qixuelou's heart? Is it Jiannan, the big disciple who talks about everything and trusts him more, or his own son?
Ling Che was a little worried, whose thigh should he hold in the future? Really tangled!
Will the good senior brothers in the past fight to the death because of the position of palace lord?
So a group of people followed Qi Tianyou back to Fuxue Palace.
On the way.
Ling Che was wondering all the time, why did she go back to Fuxue Palace with Qi Tianyou?
Why did she follow Qi Tianyou all over the place?
And a while ago, why did she follow Qi Tianyou to find Taoist Jupiter?
Does she have to participate in the affairs inside the Fuxue Palace?
On the way, Qi Tianyou saw that her expression was a little abnormal.
"What's wrong with you? Is your injury still not healed?" Qi Tianyou asked.
Ling Che paused, and said sincerely: "I'm fine, my injury has healed."
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