And Jiuli, God, asked a few more questions, and jerusham reported them to him one by one.

Recently, master didn't care about the devil kingdom in general, so Yelu Jing'an used all the information networks to focus on the information of the devil Kingdom, so that she could have a word to answer every day when she asked.

Yelu Jing'an used to secretly complain that Shifu has been doing nothing for many years. He secretly sighed that he had been under the emperor's door for so long, but the chance to see Shifu's true face was very poor.

I'll see three times and five times a year.

Now he doesn't complain. The frequency of his meeting with master is very high! I can see you once a day!

When he left, Yelu Jing'an suddenly thought of something: "Shifu, the wedding supplies that Shifu ordered his disciples to prepare two months ago..."

"Burn it." In just three words, God Jiuli ended the fate of those things.

“…… Yes. " Yelv Jing'an promised, but he said nothing more. He turned and left.

Just after a few steps, he seemed to think of something. He turned around and watched master stop talking.

"What's the matter?" said God Jiuli

"Well, I heard a piece of gossip. Younger martial sister and xueyilan have recently left the demon world to play..."

"Pa!" A drop of ink dripped on the rice paper. Originally, I wanted to draw a leaf. As a result, I dyed a stone red, like blood

God nine Li pen point paused a meal, at will that drop of ink dye open: "where have they gone?"

"Here I haven't found it yet. I'm sending someone to check it. "

God Jiuli stopped talking and continued to draw.

Yelu Jing'an can't help but say, "master, listen to the people in the demon world saying that their good things are near. The demons have started to prepare for their wedding..."

God Jiuli's brush is sharp, so the red maple with dense branches and leaves has a big red mark

Yelu Jing'an pretends not to see the red maple tree, which has gone in shape. Finally, he leaves.

Jiuli looks at the picture on the stone table for a moment. The red maple tree in front of him seems to be the girl's big red dress. The wind blows the clothes and dances. The Iraqi people reflect the Pipa and smile like flowers

He froze for a moment. The picture suddenly appeared in his mind. It disappeared and disappeared when he wanted to capture it.

He understood that this should be a picture of him getting along with Ning Xuemo before this amnesia.

It's just a picture. It can't be connected.

I never remember the past before.

This time, there are often some pictures flashed. Although they can't be connected, they are all about Ning Xuemo alone

Three thousand years ago, he was hurt by the snow clothes Road, killing his beloved disciple Longchuan. He built half a fairyland, and soon after waking up, he sealed all the memories of the snow clothes road. Unexpectedly, the seal split automatically and became the no road

He was injured so badly that he needed to sleep for ten years.

Before he went to sleep, in order to avoid repeating his mistakes later, he went to sleep once in 900 years and forgot all the oracle of the previous life after he woke up.

After sleeping like this again and again, he had forgotten why he had made such an oracle.

When Wumo died, the memories of three thousand years ago came back, and he remembered them all

That injury also left him with the problem of returning a child for 18 years. He had to practice at the ninth peak of Tianshu mountain for three days before he could return to normal.

Because he lost all the memory in front of him, he didn't know where his strange injury came from.