Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"Maybe, maybe not." Xia Qingluo said softly.

"Ha ha..." Yun Jueming smiled faintly, closed his eyes but didn't go to see Xia Qingluo.

"Yun Jueming, how many years have you been here?" Xia Qingluo asked with a frown.

Although she couldn't feel it, she knew that such pain was unimaginable, so her voice was very soft.

Moreover, in the Jiuchong sky, although the memories are messy, it is undeniable that Yun juming has the deepest tie with her.

"I forgot."

"Do you know what's going on?"

"Didn't the emperor tell you?"

"He only said that you suffered for me and how many people I killed, but I have awakened and returned, but I have no memory of jiuchongtian."

In fact, this is an unreasonable thing.

According to Xia Qingluo's cultivation, she should not forget so much.

It can be inferred that the person who erased Xia Qingluo's memory has higher cultivation accomplishments than Xia Qingluo,

But who could this man be?

"Forget, forget, why remember."

"If I really did commit murder, I have no reason to let you take the blame for me."

"Don't want to be involved with me?" Yun Jueming asked back with a smile.

Xia Qingluo was stunned. She really thought so.

I don't want to bear such an inexplicable debt.

"Xia Qingluo, do you like your life now?" Yun Jueming suddenly asked.

Xia Qingluo hesitated and nodded, "well, I like it."

"Since I like it, why do I always stick to those incomplete memories in the past? I know that the ancestor of Qingluo has the ability to control time, cross the future and turn back time. However, haven't you thought that the truth you want to know has long been beyond recognition in your time shuttle?"

Xia Qingluo suddenly froze.

A chill rose from the soles of the feet.

Staring at Xiang Yunqing, he found that he had opened his eyes again, and those hell fires were still around him.

And he doesn't seem to care.

"Cherish now. Although the emperor has a pair of star eyes, he can't see his heart clearly. Don't listen to his nonsense."

He picked up the corners of his mouth and stared at Xia Qingluo. There was unspeakable streamer flowing in his eyes, but he disappeared in his eyes at the next moment. He said faintly, "I am the soul derived from the birth of the divine emperor. Yun Jueming is just a touch of divine knowledge attached to Yun Zhi in my reincarnation. The cause and effect has been eliminated. My name is Feng Qing."

Feng Qing?

Xia Qingluo moved her lips and stared at him.

He said his name was Feng Qing, which meant he didn't want to be involved with her.

"But..."

"No, but." Feng Qing interrupted Xia Qingluo's words, and his tone suddenly became cold and alienated. "I'm here willingly, and it's also my fruit. It has nothing to do with your ancestor of Qingluo."

Yes, he has nothing to do with the ancestor of Qingluo, because she is not the little vine he took care of and grew up.

She, no!

Feng Qing closed his eyes again, refused to look at Xia Qingluo again, and was not talking.

The whole body exudes the smell of strangers.

The more Feng Qing is like this, the more Xia Qingluo knows that he can't have nothing to do with himself.

But Xia Qingluo didn't have a clue about the erased memory at this time. She remembered what Feng Qing said just now, but it beat her heart like a heavy hammer.