Jing Yuan's palms felt hot, and he flew out from the roof holding the man's waist. Seeing the light and dark red mole between Zhu Yuanqing's eyebrows, and then sensing the demonic energy swirling in the formation, his expression turned completely cold.
"Master."
Zhu Yuanqing was thinking and was about to make some progress when his body suddenly hung in the air. Then he heard the voice of the person who saved him.
The voice was much calmer than before, and if you listened carefully, you could hear some unconcealed hostility.
"Master, listen to me," the man said. "Your name is Zhu Yuanqing, and you are the Supreme Pure One of the Xuanyuan Sect. You have uncles, brothers, and a disciple. You are not the son of the village chief of this shabby village, nor are you the target of their bullying."
"We were trapped in the formation, so you don't remember what happened before."
"Come to think of it, it was Master who took care of me in the past." The night sky seemed to be torn apart, with a mirror stuck right above the sky, and the ringing of bells becoming more and more rapid, as well as the villagers walking towards them one by one.
Most of them had dazed expressions, a few looked struggling, and their tired and old faces gradually changed, and they actually looked like disciples of Xuanyuan Sect.
Jing Yuan tore open a piece of fabric from his sleeve and tied the thin strip on while Zhu Yuanqing was blinded by the strong wind. "I might look a little awkward later. Master, please give me some face and let me save some dignity."
After the cloth strip was tied, Zhu Yuanqing listened to the man's increasingly urgent voice and seemed to feel the man's hand tremble.
He subconsciously held the man's arm, his tone filled with unnoticeable worry and seriousness: "What's wrong with you?"
Jing Yuan was caught off guard by his grip and almost gasped, his voice surprisingly becoming relaxed and at ease.
"I'm fine, but I'm worried that if Master regains his memory, he might dislike me and expel me from the sect, never wanting to see me again..."
In fact, if Zhu Yuanqing could untie the cloth and take a look, he would find that the person who kept saying that he was fine was actually trembling physiologically, his meridians were bulging, and blood was leaking out from under his skin. At the same time, a large amount of demonic energy was still penetrating into his body.
Jing Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, used the formation to protect the person, and carefully pulled out his hand: "Master, wait for this disciple to take you out."
Zhu Yuanqing always felt that his voice was a little strange, but since the man had already said so, he had to suppress his uneasiness and give a subconscious response.
"If you haven't lied to me, if we all go out, I will unconditionally promise you one thing." He withdrew his hand. Although he didn't remember anything and was still wearing a cheap red cloth, he could already see the spirit of the former master of Xiaoyao Peak.
“No restrictions on content.”
So, you don't have to worry about being disliked by me, and you don't have to be so cautious.
He added in his mind.
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