When he learned that Jiang Youlin had lost his memory, apart from regret and confusion, Jiang Qinfeng actually felt a touch of joy in his heart.

If such a painful memory can be forgotten, it may be called a blessing.

Jiang Youlin's father committed suicide, and his mother who fell into madness has also passed away long ago. The once prosperous Jiang family is now just a commoner farming. Over the past hundred years, the world has changed. Looking back on the past, everything has changed dramatically——

Maybe Jiang Youlin will be free after losing his memory.

Jiang Qinfeng thought so in his heart.

Although he couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that Ayou now treated him like a stranger, this was already the best solution.

Before meeting, the man in white didn't answer the question, but stared at him with an indescribable look. Jiang Youlin's chest felt tight and painful.

He broke away from Mo Wanwan's hand, walked over desperately, and asked paranoidly:

"Who are you? Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. We are destined to meet each other today. Maybe we can become good friends."

The man suddenly raised his bright eyes and gave him a gentle smile.

At that moment, countless gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the velvet-like sky, one after another, one after another, reflected in those dark eyes.

Jiang Youlin's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy, and even his fingertips were trembling with excitement.

But after the ecstasy, there was earth-shaking pain.

"You... Xiaofeng, it hurts me so much, Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng, it hurts..."

He covered his head, like a drowning man grabbing the life-saving straw, and kept repeating these two words, crazy, persistent, and so pitiful.

"What's wrong with you? Ayou, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Qinfeng went to check his injuries distressedly, but when he touched the other person's hand, he was waved away.

"Don't, don't touch me!"

Jiang Youlin quickly avoided the hands he longed for, feeling empty and aching in his heart.

Only then did Jiang Qinfeng notice that Jiang Youlin's hands were wearing silver gloves.

The bright red lotus mark stretched from the center of his eyebrows and spread all over his snow-white forehead. It was strange and strange, as if it were painted with blood. In a trance, he thought that the person in front of him was a spirit transformed from a red lotus.

His heart sank and he had a bad premonition.

Using spiritual energy to resonate, I found that the other party was not a demon.

Yuan Zeshan obviously did not expect to meet Jiang Youlin. The Tiger Leaping Cliff incident was such a big fuss that year, even if he was in prison, he knew everything about it.

A person who was destined to die now appears in front of him intact?

"Why is he here? Isn't he dead?"

Mo Wanwan shrugged: "The old devil just gave me the task. I don't know what happened yet. He asked me to take Xiao Jiang to visit the Hundred Flowers Feast and take away whoever I like. His vision

But it’s so tall that even I can’t look down on it, so I’ve lost such beautiful eyes in vain.”

"Mo Wanwan, do you really not know what happened to him? I advise you not to lie to me."

Jiang Qinfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Youlin's expression slowly returning to normal, and turned to look at Mo Wanwan.

He finally figured out that Yuan Zeshan had some great achievements in the world and had lost the trust of the old devil. However, Mo Wanwan, a saint, might know more information.

The huge gap in cultivation level made Mo Wanwan almost breathless, but in the hospital, she was not afraid of him.

"Huh, I told you I don't know whether you believe it or not."

Gai Yangyang, who was standing next to him, saw Jiang Qinfeng interrogating the saint for the man in red. There seemed to be some unexplainable affection between the two of them, and she was even more jealous. She secretly cursed him for being shameless.

"Young master, look at them, they are so affectionate, how can they take you seriously? A pair of adulterers are not worth your time."

"Gai Yangyang? Are you there too?... Unlucky."

Mo Wanwan was already in a bad mood, but when she heard Gai Yangyang's voice, her face turned ugly.

She hates Gai Yangyang, not only hates the peach blossom-like face, but also hates the name Abb.

Looking at the holy flower in front of her that could not be regenerated, Mo Wanwan became even more angry.

Not only did the former saint elope, but she also took away the precious ring that had been passed down from generation to generation.

This damn flower had not bloomed for hundreds of years, but for the integrity of the ceremony, she had to pray endlessly for the people of Japan in front of the holy flower. It was almost a public execution.

So, Mo Wanwan rolled her eyes and looked at Jiang Qinfeng.

"You asked me, but I want to ask you. You just said that you are the son of the previous saint? There is no evidence. What if you lied. Who knows whether you are -"

She didn't say the last half of the sentence, but Jiang Qinfeng completed it for her in his heart: Who knows if you are an immortal pretending to be a demon.

"What if I could force the holy flowers to bloom?" Jiang Qinfeng smiled slightly.

"I will admit that you are not lying, and I will tell you about this boy. Today is also the right time. The holy flowers only bloom on the night of the Hundred Flowers Feast. If you miss it, there will be no chance to verify it."

When I really wanted to doze off, Mo Wanwan handed me a pillow.

Jiang Qinfeng gently patted Jiang Youlin's shoulder: "Ayou, as well as the young master and this girl Gai, please go down and wait for a while."

Mo Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little confused when she saw that he was really not timid.

Could it be that I am judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?

She waved her hands to repel her male favorites, and the handsome men left obediently.

Jiang Qinfeng didn't see Jun Zhixi's figure among them, so he couldn't help but curiously asked, and the other party smiled nonchalantly.

"Because after he was seriously injured by you, his cultivation is no longer good and his appearance has aged. I don't like him anymore."

Mo Wanwan's tone was light and airy, especially the last word "ah", which seemed to disappear as soon as she blew it.

For the first time, Jiang Qinfeng felt very uncomfortable with her indifference.

"You are too scumbag."

"Look at what you said, how can it be so serious? And isn't it all your fault? You still have the nerve to accuse me? If you hadn't seriously injured Jun to stop him, how could I have abandoned him? Speaking of which, you are still not a magic player.

Do this kind of thing," she retorted.

"Because he killed Sister Xiaolong at that time, and I hurt him for a reason, but you are not qualified."

His tone became colder.

"Tsk, when we win, we will return to modern times, and all these grudges and injuries will be wiped out. Don't worry about it, okay? And if you see his ugly look, you will be hurt too.

It won’t work.”

Mo Wanwan found Jiang Qinfeng strange.

Jiang Qinfeng had nothing to say to this woman. He put on a silver mask and a precious ring, and climbed onto the high platform surrounded by flowers without saying a word.

A blood-red flower bud was sleeping quietly in the pure gold Jiuding in front of her, faintly emitting a soft light.

The originally lively crowd below the stage immediately became quiet, almost silent. They all raised their heads and stretched their necks to look, mostly with doubts in their faces.

The saint who seemed so stunning just now actually felt dwarfed by this mysterious man.

"Look, look, who is that?"

"He is standing next to the saint. Could it be that he is the saint's new male favorite?"

"Nonsense, how can you bring your male favorite to the stage on such an occasion?"

"It's not impossible. She likes to have male pets for a day or two..."

The people of ** all looked curious, eager to see what would happen next.

As expected of a ** person, he likes to watch the fun and dislikes rules. If this had happened in Shangqing, Jiang Qinfeng would have been chased down by the realm masters before he could say anything.

Jiang Qinfeng rubbed the ring on his hand and looked at Xie Lingtan from a distance in the dark. Xie Lingtan felt that the young master looked incredibly beautiful and smiled slightly to calm him down.

Liu Yinchen cast a look of relief. He was sincerely happy to see the blood of the Liu family return to the altar.

Sha Ruxue, who came in a hurry, looked at the figure on the high platform, and her heart palpitated, feeling indescribably familiar.

On the other side, Du Youxin took King Poison Gu's hand and said in surprise: "Dad, he is the person who helped me just now. I can become so beautiful because of him."

"Are you attracted to him? Daddy will grab it for you." Poison Gu King raised his eyebrows.

"How can there be...he has..." Du Youxin thought that the relationship between the two people might not be exposed to the public, so he changed his mind midway, "He has become my brother in my heart."

Jiang Youlin was looking at Jiang Qinfeng infatuatedly, but cold sweat was dripping from his forehead drop by drop. He seemed to be stuck in the swamp of memory. The more he struggled, the more he fell into the quagmire and could not break free.

Obviously the more he looked at Jiang Qinfeng, the more his head hurt, but Jiang Youlin still couldn't bear to look away from that man.

Not even for a second.

Something deep in my memory is about to come out.

Linjiang City, the young man's warm embrace, he looked at the sunset as if crying, many paintings all showed the same person, and the cliff——

Suddenly, a wave of pain almost tore his whole body apart. He barely managed to hold on to Yuan Zeshan's sleeves to prevent him from falling down in embarrassment.

"He, what is his name? Xiaofeng? Jiang... Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng?"

Jiang Youlin murmured pitifully, and the red lotus mark on his forehead became more and more vivid.
To be continued...