"Written on request"
It was widely spread that Ye Anbai had offended the leader of the Demon Cult.
Ye Anbai, who had lost his memory, was confused, "Huh? Did you offend someone? Who?"
Then he met——
Ning Xuye, the master of the Seven Kills Hall, who treats others as modestly and appears to be as gentle as jade, but actually smiles secretly, said: "Young Master Ye, you want to call me a brother? But brothers are connected by blood. As for you and me, who are neither relatives nor friends, we are young and stupid, and we can only think of a close relationship."
Sang Wuqi, the young sect leader of the Wuji Sect, who has a perverse appearance and twisted personality, constantly seeking a sense of presence in front of him, "Brother Ye, can this gesture make you remember me? Otherwise, let's try another one?"
Hua Qianshu, the leader of the Infernal Corpse Sect, who seems to be a romantic and has lovers all over the world, but is actually a young brother: "I don't know how, shouldn't you teach me more?... Why don't you first tell me why you cried in front of those people."
"!!!" Ye Anbai was speechless, "Why are there so many people?"
How much?
This is not over yet.
In the past that he frequently recalled, he would always see a figure.
Teach him how to practice martial arts and sword practice, and listen to him complain about how tiring practicing martial arts is.
In his memory, that person never scolded him: "Take a rest when you are tired. I am here, and you can do whatever you want."
Is this also the leader of the Demon Cult?
Ye An was numb.
I bet this demon sect leader was mass-produced? !
There was a time when it was difficult for life and death to meet, but to see the young master was unparalleled in the world.
Intention: I have no sorrow or joy
