Looking at the curled petals, a vague picture flashed through Shen Qingyi's mind.

It was also a sea of ​​flowers, the red flowers swaying and countless lanterns flying.

But at that time, she seemed to be in a very good mood?

Shen Qingyi was slightly stunned. In a good mood?

Is this what it feels like?

She reached out and gently pinched a petal.

The shadow of the red spider lily is reflected in the silver eyes.

Just as he picked up the petal, a wind blade flew over.

Shen Qingyi didn't look back, and the space around him distorted.

The wind blade also shattered.

"Is the Eleventh Saint planning to attack my sea of ​​flowers?"

A deep and assertive voice sounded from behind.

Shen Qing turned around.

The male cultivator had black hair with a slight reddish end, a handsome and enchanting face, and slightly raised peach blossom eyes, which added a bit of charm. A red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye made him look even more weird.

Master Yi looked at Shen Qingyi opposite him.

To be honest, Shen Qingyi's appearance is very outstanding.

When he first saw her, he was also stunned.

But no matter how amazing they are, they cannot withstand the fact that the two people are competitors.

He has no appreciation for the opposite sex who want to compete for his resources.

Moreover, he has a strong sense of territory.

He doesn't like others touching his things, even if it's a sea of ​​flowers he planted accidentally.

Shen Qing frowned and looked at Master Yi.

She always felt that there was something familiar about the flamboyant Master Yi.

But she understood that there was the shadow of someone else on Master Yi, the other person in her lost memory?

Master Yi noticed Shen Qingyi's gaze. Those beautiful eyes like glass were looking at him at this moment, but they seemed to be looking through him and at other people.

Because of his appearance, Master Yi has always been admired by many female soul cultivators.