The two of them walked a few steps and saw that the tall and powerful Bei Mo King was not walking with them, but was waiting at a distance. There was no words all the way, but Qing Qing spoke first and said with a wry smile: "I look like this now, the leader.

Were you shocked when you saw it?" Jimo Yao was startled for a moment, then shook his head, with the same bitter smile: "I should have scared young hero Linghu. What's more, now the entire Northern Desert belongs to the people of West Lake.

In this world, what kind of leader am I?"

After a pause, Jimo seemed to suddenly remember something. He couldn't help but turn around and stared at Qing Qing seriously: "Regardless of his background or ability, Young Hero Linghu is destined not to live under others for a long time. I'm following Wen Zhang today.

Isn’t it a long-term plan to be around the door?”

When Qing Qing heard this, he was startled and couldn't help but stop suddenly - Head Jimo, are you testing yourself?

After hesitating for a moment, Qingqing was not in a hurry to give an answer. He just lowered his eyes and said softly: "Now we are just living under someone else's roof, so how can we talk about any long-term plans?" Who knows after hearing what Qingqing said?

, Jimo's expression became more and more serious. Qingqing only felt that Jimo seemed to have regained a bit of the spirit of the leader of Yi Ya at this moment. She looked serious and asked:

"Linghu, do you know what Taji said to me as soon as we went out?"

Qingqing thought for a moment and shook his head. The "Taji" Jimo mentioned must be the burly Han King Taji who followed the master, never leaving. It was only the first time that he met this Tajia king.

Since Qing Qing didn't know much about the habits of the Northern Desert, how could he guess what the King of the Northern Desert was thinking?

Maybe his expression was cloudy, but Jimo stopped and said seriously: "He told me that if the little master of Xihu doesn't kill you, he will definitely die in your hands in the future."

As soon as the voice fell, the yellow sand suddenly rose up, and the wind and dust were shocked.

When Qing Qing heard this, he was horrified. He couldn't help but look around and said quickly: "Jimo, don't harm me like this!"

I saw that the dust was getting bigger and bigger all around, and the wind was roaring, which could blow over the grass and trees standing in the sand. Jimo's eyes were a little hesitant, but he finally lowered his head and smiled helplessly: "Look, God

Everyone believed what I said." Seeing that Qingqing was about to retort, Jimo suddenly put his hand on Qingqing's shoulder, "You and I are of the same age, and from now on, we can be regarded as the same fallen people in the world. Even if I lose

With my identity as the head of Bei Mo, I still have my late father’s reputation and a few reliable loyal ministers. If there is any difficulty in West Lake in the future, just come to me."

After saying that, Jimo waved to King Taji who was standing in the distance, and the two turned around to leave.

Seeing that Jimo Yao and King Taji turned around and walked a few steps away, Qingqing quickly shouted: "Jimo!" The head of Yao turned around after hearing the sound, and Qingqing stood on the spot, shouting and asking, "God.

Keju attacks Lirong Mountain for the second time, why don’t you follow?”

Jimo Yao seemed stunned for a moment, then turned around and started walking forward step by step. Jimo's voice was very small, but through the dust, it was enough for Qing Qing to hear:

"Could it be that in your eyes, the majestic leader of Beimo is just a follower of the crowd and a follower of the trend?"

Watching the figures of Jimo and Mo gradually disappear behind the whimpering yellow sand, Qingqing saw that the sky was getting dark and the dust storm around her was getting bigger and bigger. She didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly ran back by following the footsteps she came from.

If you were slow for even a moment, your footprints would be blown away by the wind and dust, and you would be completely lost in the desert.

Not long after running, I saw the densely packed tents of Miyu West Lake appearing in front of me. When I got closer, I couldn't see even half of the people, but coughs could be heard one after another from each tent. As expected, the boundary of West Lake was warm and humid, and the vastness was

Most of the guards and even the younger heads cannot stand the dry sandy climate.

Qingqing covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves while struggling to open her eyes, looking for her own shelter among the countless tents. The sky was filled with yellow sand, and Qingqing almost lost her bearings. While hesitating, she suddenly heard something behind her.

Someone approached, and then a long black shadow was cast on the ground. Before he could turn around, his arm was firmly grabbed by someone.

A touch of white clothes flashed before his eyes, and Qingqing didn't even have time to scream before she was taken into a warm and cool place. A closer look revealed that there was a basin of water in the room, and two maids were shaking their fans to spread the coolness.

Water vapor kept flickering in the air. The dust outside was really dry and uncomfortable. Qingqing couldn't help but take a deep breath of water vapor, and then turned to look at the figure next to him——

Nan Jiayou's moon-white cloak was not stained by the dust outside at all. Mr. Nan's brows were gentle, but his expression was a little embarrassed, as if he was meeting Qing Qing for the first time, and he smiled sheepishly.

Qingqing originally had some doubts about Nan Jiayou's real amnesia or fake amnesia. Now that he looks like this, he is afraid that he has completely forgotten all the past events. If it comes to being in the palace, he can pretend to be indifferent to each other.

Yes, but there are no outsiders in this account, so why should Jiayou act like he has never met Qingqing?

Coward, disgusting.

Qingqing tried hard to control the expression of his facial features and wanted to stare fiercely at the man in front of him. However, the two of them had not seen each other for more than five years. To Qingqing's surprise, Jiayou had grown a lot taller.

During the Eight Music Meeting, Jiayou was only half a head taller than him. But now, Qingqing had to hold her head high and look up to see his innocent face.

Jiayou didn't seem to realize Qingqing's disgust at all. After smiling shyly, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and then he quickly gave a shallow salute and whispered to Qingqing: "Young Master Lin, please sit down quickly."

"No need." Qing Qing refused coldly, "I don't know General Nan, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, as soon as the door curtain was opened, the strong wind suddenly picked up a large handful of yellow sand and threw it in. A few rough sand grains entered Qingqing's eyes, which scared Qingqing and quickly closed her eyes and let go.

The large basin of rare clear water was also knocked over. The two maids could not stand steadily and fell to the ground one after another with "ouch, ouch".

Qingqing closed her eyes. Before she could realize what happened, she felt a pain in her wrist. It was Jiayou who pulled her back to the center of the room first, and then went to help the overturned basin. The two maids were quite excited.

He glanced at Qing Qing displeasedly, and then hurriedly said: "General, forgive me!"

"It's nothing..." Jiayou waved his hands quickly, turned to Qingqing and asked, "Young hero, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Qingqing rubbed his eyes with his hands while sulking. But in front of his most hated enemy, he was brushed off by this colorless yellow sand. Thinking like this, he became even more angry.

He was here, the look on his face, not to mention how angry he was.

Only then did Jiayou realize that Qing Qing was a little displeased. He hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the probing man. Then he subconsciously retracted it and forced a smile. His eyes were full of concern: "Young Master Lin...did the general use too much force?"

, hurt the young hero?" How could Qing Qing have the leisure to reply to him? But he smiled coldly, turned his head, took a deep breath, and then reluctantly replied: "I don't care about you, General Nan!"

"Don't..." When Jiayou heard this, he panicked, "Young Master Lin, don't be so polite. I heard from the master that the master said that the young master is a disciple of Tiankeju, so the position of the general should be below the young master...

...The young hero said this, and the general will be frightened..."

Qingqing used all his strength and glared at Jiayou fiercely, and then Jiayou stopped talking.

The strong wind outside did not stop for a long time, and Jiayou did not dare to speak, and the two maids were even more frightened into silence. Qingqing couldn't help but become anxious, stood up, and paced back and forth in the tent. Nan Jiayou himself felt that although

He didn't know what made Lin Shaoxia angry, but when he saw her getting up and walking around, he thought it was because she felt better, so he tentatively spoke:

"The general... seemed to have met the young hero before."

With a "swish" sound, Qingqing immediately took out his wooden flute after hearing this, and placed it directly between Jiayou's eyebrows. Could it be that Mr. Nan has gone through such a long circle and finally wants to reveal his identity?

Seeing Qingqing's move, Jiayou almost subconsciously put his palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist. But after thinking for a moment, he put his hand down again. Qingqing saw that the style of the long sword was also made by Tian Keju.

He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and mocked loudly: "Mr. Tianke Juruo, you are really not nice to the general!"

"Yes! The general has forgotten many things, but Mr. Ruo has always treated me very well... No, no, Mr. Ruo still treats his disciples best..."

Hearing his hesitation, he obviously didn't hear the irony in his words. Qingqing couldn't help but think about it: It's not difficult for Mr. Ruo to take care of Jiayou everywhere in the West Lake area. But this is out of concern for the head of Nanxiao.

His old love, or does he have another agenda just like he did with Qing Qing?

Qing Qing sighed and put down his wooden flute: "I have indeed met the general before, but the general cannot remember it."

"So that's it!" Jiayou clapped his hands, his face was as happy as a child's, and he was running around in the room, "No wonder the general felt familiar when he saw the young hero at the first sight. Sure enough, he had forgotten too much.

I can’t even remember what the young hero looked like...Ah! Is it because of this that the young hero Lin is angry with the general?"

So it turns out that Nan Jiayou can tell that he has been sulking? Hearing what he said, Qingqing suddenly felt angry and funny. This General Nan probably really thought that he had done all the good things in his previous life and made everyone see him.

Just love it!

On the other side, Xu Shi saw that Qing Qing's expression had softened a lot, and Jiayou hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "I heard from Mr. Ruo that since I listened to some strange music at the end, I have completely forgotten all the previous things.

Young hero, do you still remember that the last time I passed by and with young hero..."

Qingqing didn't want to listen at all and interrupted him mercilessly: "What happened to the general's hand?"

After asking, Qingqing secretly cursed himself for being the biggest fool in the world. The blood that seeped out from under the wooden box this morning was still dripping on his shoes. Jiayou lowered his head and looked at the blood on his hands.

He put on the bandage and hurriedly hid the hand behind his back: "Well, it's those people from Beimo who hid the mechanism in the box. It's okay. Fortunately, the young hero noticed it in advance, otherwise it would be bad if he hurt the leader.

Already..."

"I and the general only had a one-time relationship before." Qing Qing sighed heavily. Hearing the wind and sand outside the tent subside, and there seemed to be no movement, he said, "I've been bothering the general for too long, so I'll take my leave now."

Jiayou seemed to say something behind him, but Qingqing didn't have the patience to listen. When he walked outside the tent, he realized that the sky had suddenly darkened. In the desert, the daybreak and dusk are much earlier than in the West Lake.

.Seeing the stars dotted in the hazy night, already showing their whereabouts, Qingqing couldn't help but think of many things, thinking of Master Yang's Baiyin Qin, King Gongshu's bamboo flute, and even the stars sleeping in Yeping Mountain.

Xu Shi Jiayou just kept mentioning the past, which made him extremely sad.

A person was running towards him. Even in the sand, Qingqing could immediately hear the footsteps of Li Zhiyan, another maid of the head of the family at that time. Zhijian Zhiyan could not stop her charming posture even as she walked quickly.

, panting, came to Qingqing's side, covering her heart, looking very pitiful and cute:
Chapter completed!