Qin Muyan's words were like a curse, shackled to the point of causing pain in Beichen Huan's soul.

So, what happened back then meant that he would never have another chance? But how could he be willing to accept that...

Lowering his eyes through the window, he saw Qin Muyan leaving with brisk and impatient steps, as if the woman was already waiting. Beichen Huan felt a sharp pain in his heart and opened his mouth, as if to speak to himself: "I'm already down, I won't give up, Qin Muyan, you'd better guard well without relaxing for a moment, otherwise..."

Although there is no further development after this, it contains so much meaning.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Beichen Huan felt more and more uncomfortable, and finally gave up. He was gloomy, squinted his eyes, and said in a heavy voice: "Tong Yi?"

"Young Master." The shocked Tong Yi quickly appeared not far from Beichen Huan, knelt on one knee, and responded with his head down.

He knew that his young master was waiting for someone, but he was surprised that he was waiting for such a man. He originally thought that the two were rivals in love and might even fight, but who knew that he would so calmly say some news that was almost unacceptable to him.

That day in the Demon City, Yang Lan'er was taken away by a man, and Tong Yi felt that he was in big trouble.

As expected, the young master's mood was like the cold winter in December, so gloomy and depressing that it was frightening.

The most important thing is that he suddenly locked himself in the room for several days. After he came out, Tong Yi felt that the young master had changed completely, and his temperament was much more intimidating than before.

Now, Tong Yi finally understood that the young master was actually going to recover his memory. He was actually the reincarnation of a powerful person? Because the two of them kept using the word "coming down", that meant that they were at least from the upper two realms?

Tong Yi's heart warmed up, and he suddenly felt that he knew some incredible secrets, which shocked him to death.

It’s a pity that my young master looks like the frustrated one.

Tong Yi couldn't help but feel sorry for the young master, and he also hated the culprit so much that he actually dared to deceive their young master. Most importantly, he caused his young master to lose the most important person because of this. It was simply unforgivable.

"What's the matter with that Gu Qingling?" Beichen Huan narrowed his eyes, indicating that he had no impression of this woman. However, this person whom he forgot had caused him endless troubles, irreparable troubles.

Even without looking up, Tong Yi could sense the young master's sadness. He sighed deeply in his heart, "Gu Qingling is a talented female cultivator of the Shenxue Sect, the daughter of the sect master. As for why she knows the young master, I don't know."

Tong Yi sounded a little depressed. At first, he thought that his young master just had a good impression of Yang Lan'er, after all, she saved his life. But he didn't expect that there were more entanglements between the young master and Yang Lan'er.

Even if he didn't recover his memory, would he still fall in love with her the moment he met her? Tong Yi couldn't help but start to sympathize with his young master. If he wasn't careful, everyone would come to mess things up, and he would lose the best opportunity.

If Gu Qingling knew that she was the daughter of the leader of the Shenxue Sect and was probably known to very few people in the entire cultivation world, but had become a nobody in Tong Yi's place, she would probably be even more furious.

Back in the Demon City, Gu Qingling was shocked to find that Yang Lan'er was not dead and had safely emerged from the Sea of ​​Clouds and Mist. Not only that, her cultivation had improved a lot and she had become much more beautiful, which simply excited her heart infinitely.

Especially when she saw Beichen Huan's distraught look because of Yang Lan'er, Gu Qingling felt extremely complicated. She didn't know whether she should be happy that this woman had another man, or hate this woman for hurting the person she loved.

"What did that damn girl Shiqin do? Didn't they say that this woman entered the sea of ​​clouds and mist? How could she come out?" Gu Qingling returned to her temporary residence in a still noble and elegant manner. She threw the top-grade white jade porcelain teacup on the table to the ground, and instantly turned into a somewhat deranged mad woman.

Fu Hua stood in the corner with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

Shiqin was already dead, and Gu Qingling couldn't do anything no matter how angry she was. She was so angry that she almost choked to death.

As a result, Gu Qingling hated the person who killed Shiqin even more. The most important thing was that this person was a die-hard fan of Hao Xinqing, so the grudge was naturally transferred directly.

Invisibly, the hatred between Gu Qingling and Hao Xinqing escalated.

Although Gu Qingling hated her no less, Yang Lan'er would definitely be happier if she knew this. She didn't go directly to Gu Qingling for trouble, wasn't it just to leave someone to hold Hao Xinqing back? To watch the enemies fight each other? It seems that the current development is very gratifying.

Yang Lan'er, who was consolidating her own cultivation, had no idea that Qin Muyan had left and had hit and provoked her number one rival in love. She just spent the New Year peacefully, feeling the joy of the low-level cultivators or ordinary people.

There are still many ordinary people in the cities of the cultivation world. They all enjoy ordinary happiness, and days like the New Year are naturally very lively.

Only high-level monks would find the New Year a dull occasion. This is not uncommon year after year.

Yang Lan'er was walking on the street with Qin Muyan holding her hand. She felt more comfortable than before. "I wonder what's happening to the Earth?"

Qin Muyan held Yang Lan'er's hand tightly, but he was not very curious about the New Year atmosphere in the cultivation world: "It will change."

"Change? What does that mean?" Yang Lan'er didn't expect to hear such an answer.

"What I mean is that after the Dark World War among the countries, I forcibly intervened in some things before leaving." Qin Muyan curled his lips: "I used a certain system to exchange some technology, at least so that China would no longer be controlled by others in terms of military force."

Yang Lan'er's eyes lit up. She had thought so at first, but she didn't expect Qin Muyan to actually do it. "And then what?"

Qin Muyan chuckled, pulled Yang Lan'er into a nice teahouse, ordered two cups of spiritual tea, and sat down leisurely: "Then, the country will gradually become stronger, and will naturally be able to stand up in the international arena, vigorously develop ancient Chinese culture, so that a group of boys and girls can be proud of their country and will no longer worship foreigners, hahaha."

Yang Lan'er clenched her fists and nodded continuously: "Yes, not bad, not bad, that's how it should be."

Once one's own country has something better, one will no longer like other countries, and the sense of national honor can be fully consolidated.

Qin Muyan looked at Yang Lan'er with amusement, as if he had let out a breath of anger: "Is it like this in the world before you traveled through time? You look very sad."

"More than that!" Yang Lan'er couldn't help but sigh.