Soon after, when Luo Feiyu noticed Yin Ji's palm, he threw the hibiscus as fast as possible, but a familiar voice sounded in his ears:

【Too far, out of reach.】

As the target of the attack, Wuhua should have quickly taken the slap with a move that would ensure minimal damage, but instead he stood there motionless like a fool.

Luo Feiyu cursed secretly, turned around and rushed towards Weiyun, shouting: "Wait a minute!!"

Jellyfish Yinji's palm power was as unstoppable as the waves of a flood. When her inner power reached Wuhua completely, her face darkened a bit, and she actually withdrew some of her power.

Even so, Wuhua also flew out heavily, smashing several tables.

He crawled up in embarrassment, with an abnormal blood color on his face, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Although he had to hold back, the blood traces winding down the corners of his mouth could not be concealed.

Luo Feiyu's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and gave him a large amount of medicine. He wanted to give his bald head a hard blow, but he couldn't do it when he saw how seriously injured he was.

He took out the bandage and cursed: "Are you fucking stupid!!"

Wu Hua could actually laugh. The Jinchuang medicine produced by the system melted in his mouth. It was painful as hell, but it tasted better than anything in the world.

In just a moment, his bloodline was pulled back to the safety line.

Jellyfish Yin Ji stood aside coldly and hummed: "You don't hide or avoid it, because you feel guilty in your heart? Do you think I will be merciful?"

Wuhua adjusted his breathing in place for a while, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I just want to confirm one thing."

Yin Ji frowned: "What's the matter?"

Wuhua smiled again with unknown meaning. He seemed to be answering this question, but in fact he was talking about something else: "Ever since I woke up on the horseback in the valley, I have been in a state of confusion. I don't know who I am or how far I have passed.

I often have many questions in my mind, but I can't figure out any of them. Just in the moment of life and death, I have figured out some questions."

He glanced sideways at Luo Feiyu, then quickly looked away, his expression soft and peaceful, full of harmless aura.

Luo Feiyu knew that his nonsense and the bottle of divine water that day had gained Yinji's trust. But trusting him was one thing, and Yinji's hatred for Wuhua was another. In Yinji's eyes,

Wu Hua is a scumbag who has moved on and is in love with another person. His ex is the dog-child. He is undoubtedly trampling on Xiuxiu's feelings by finding a new love so quickly.

Yin Ji didn't know that Wu Hua had lost his memory, nor did she know that Wan Zhanqiu himself was Xiu Xiu. Although Luo Feiyu wished that Wu Hua would die every day, she didn't want to just watch him being slapped to death by Yin Ji.

"I have heard rumors in the world, but when I picked him up and brought him back, he was only alive and had completely forgotten what happened in the past. In the eyes of the palace master, should he, who has no memory of the past, be honest about the feelings he doesn't remember?

?”

Luo Feiyu's question made him feel very unsure, because the current situation was actually very special. The Changsun Hong whom Wuhua knew in the past and the Wan Zhanqiu he knew now were the same person.

But if there were not these unreasonable factors, if Luo Feiyu was just Wan Zhanqiu, he would definitely choose to cut it off from the beginning and nip the bud in the cradle as early as possible to avoid embarrassment in the future.

The lost memory will come back one day. Will Wan Zhanqiu want to fight with a dead man?

The living can never compete with the dead. It's not like you only have one cabbage, so why ask for trouble.

It's just that the reality is different after all. If he asks such a question, his impression in Yinji's heart will definitely be severely lowered...

Yin Ji's attitude was even colder than before. She looked at Luo Feiyu indifferently, secretly dispelling her admiration for the Valley Master who was calm in times of crisis. Although there were some similarities, if it was Xiu Xiu, she would never do such a thing.

Come on, get together with someone else when he or she has amnesia. To put it mildly, it's called taking advantage of someone else's memory. At worst, to say it, it's shameless.

"You have a neighborly relationship with him and helped him convey his last wish. I won't touch you easily. But if you must make Jiuquanxia people unhappy, I don't mind sending this monk to accompany him now.

Lest you taint people’s eyes in this world.”

Luo Feiyu sighed secretly and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sure enough... he pissed off Yin Ji.

He was about to make up something like, "Take good care of this monk is Xiuxiu's last words" to prevaricate, when someone suddenly pressed his shoulder.

Luo Feiyu turned his head in surprise. Wuhua used his shoulder to steady himself and said politely to Yin Ji: "Palace Master is right to be angry. I am indeed a rotten and despicable person."

What he said was so candid that Luo Feiyu and Yin Ji were both stunned.

Wuhua smiled lightly and said: "Although I can't remember what happened in the past, and I don't know what the person's name was or what he looked like, but..." He boldly looked at Yin Ji: "Aqiu, he... looks very similar, right?

That person?"

Jellyfish Yin Ji's eyes suddenly trembled.

Yes... Yin Ji noticed Wan Zhanqiu's face that was fifty or sixty percent similar to Xiu Xiu's. Aside from this face, although Wan Zhanqiu's stature and temperament were different from Xiu Xiu's in every aspect,

She indeed feels very similar to Xiu Xiu.

Xiuxiu is passionate, bold, and resolute; Wan Guzhu is gentle and graceful, but this similarity has nothing to do with personality or appearance, and Yin Ji doesn't understand where the similarities between them come from.

Luo Feiyu can give a clear definition to this similarity: it is the deep-rooted three views, attitudes and behavioral patterns that he has developed since he grew up in modern times.

Long live! After countless calculations, I forgot the most difficult thing to hide: he was not a native of ancient times!

Luo Feiyu's heart was in his throat, fearing that this old friend's meeting would turn out to be a tragedy in which he fell off his horse and died suddenly in public, so he used a surprised and slightly frightened look to frantically hint Wuhua not to say anything else.

If it's fatal.

Wuhua did not receive his message. He noticed Yinji's reaction and knew that he was right.

When Luo Feiyu's eyes fell into Yin Ji's eyes, they turned into frightened anger at being used as a substitute.

"I don't know when, but without realizing it, I have been looking for that person's shadow in Aqiu. The more they have in common, the stronger the feeling. I know that when that person dies,

I suffered from heartache for a long time, but later, the Aqiu in my eyes gradually overlapped with that person, so that person did not die, and my heart no longer hurt."

His words were spoken in a calm and relaxed manner, full of the flavor of a scumbag playing with emotions, but unexpectedly, people could read some affectionate meaning in it. Such contradictory and contradictory conflicting feelings are not only chilling, but also a bit...

Sour.

"..." Yin Ji's fingers trembled slightly, and she suddenly couldn't answer the words.

She could understand this feeling, and she actually began to understand Wuhua.

Because she suddenly discovered that she and Wuhua were both the same scum.

After Xiong Niangzi left Shenshui Palace, she also looked for the shadow of Xiong Niangzi in Gong Nanyan. Gong Nanyan, who looked exactly like Xiong Niangzi, was her substitute for empathy.

What Wuhua did was essentially the same as what she did.

She simply had no position or qualifications to tear apart this "transient" monk. If the monk had to die, what would happen to her?

Wan Zhanqiu and Gong Nanyan were the real victims. They could have had other lovers and didn't have to get involved in other people's feelings. It was they who deceived themselves and others who dragged them into the quagmire. She blamed Wan Zhanqiu,

This is absolutely inappropriate.

Yin Ji closed her eyes and maintained her apparent calmness while breathing. The clear sound of Jiang Yulang's slap in the face still echoed in the restaurant. She felt irritated when she heard it, and she waved her sleeves and shouted: "Stop it!"

Jiang Yulang stopped, Bai Xiu's face was swollen to the color of pig liver, and he beat himself until he was lying on the ground, as if half of his life was gone.

Luo Feiyu once again improved his judgment on Wuhua's IQ and EQ. This little bald man understood the human heart and human nature more thoroughly than before. He could kill with just a few words without losing any blood. He was even more of an ultimate boss than the ultimate boss.

During these days in the Valley of the Evil, he was basically convinced that rebooting was harmless, but just for a moment, he seemed to see the elusive Wuhua again.

Wu Hua didn't know about the entanglements between Yin Ji and Xiong Niangzi, and Gong Nanyan. He said this just for luck. People who respect the dead will always be respected, and neither "Wan Zhanqiu" nor Yin Ji will.

Because of this, she blames him. But it is Yinji's past that is her weak point. This off-the-cuff remark is like a knowing blow, which can cause several times the damage.

How much of his memory has been restored? Luo Feiyu felt uneasy in his heart.

Silence spread in the air, Yin Ji was immersed in her own guilt, while Wu Hua politely refused to interrupt, and Luo Feiyu had no idea how to break the deadlock.

At this moment, no one expected that Jiang Yulang, who was still lingering, suddenly got into trouble and bumped into Luo Feiyu.

Wu Huayan quickly pulled him away, but Luo Feiyu was still knocked staggering. He rubbed his shoulders and was about to pursue him, when he was hit by a raging stench, and the three people present immediately covered their mouths and noses.

Luo Feiyu took several Qing Xin Jing Qi and Qing Feng Drop Lu before breathing in the fresh air, but Jiang Yulang had already broken through the window behind him and escaped.

Luo Feiyu followed the blood trail and planned to jump out of the window to chase after him, but when he lowered his head, he saw the red earth dazzling his eyes, and he rolled his eyes angrily.

He touched his package and couldn't laugh or cry: "This stinky brat must have stolen the medicine bottle that master left for me while he was helping me take care of the medicinal herbs..." The extremely smelly medicine can make people unable to eat for a whole day.

, Luo Feiyu himself has never used it, but he actually got the advantage of Jiang Yulang in vain.

Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao, who were guarding downstairs, gave chase. Luo Feiyu was not worried that Jiang Yulang could escape.

He apologized to Yin Ji, and was about to find some reason to comfort her at the moment, when he inadvertently pulled back his shawl, and his expression suddenly changed.

Fuck! His Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute!!
Chapter completed!