Liu Wuxie didn't want to trouble Chang Ce and them.

They also need to practice, and following them will definitely delay their cultivation progress.

Elder Kong glanced at Bai Ling and stopped talking.

Bai Ling is the second level demon king and is of the nine-tailed fox bloodline. As long as he doesn't encounter the immortal realm, no one can do anything to Liu Wuxie.

With her watching over you, you don't have to worry about safety.

"Now that you've made your decision, be careful yourself. It's best not to let others know your whereabouts."

"Also, the life-and-death battle between you and Ji Yingzhuo will last for more than half a year. You must hurry up and improve your cultivation. I heard that Ji Pei has personally guided Ji Yingzhuo and Ding Yuquan in the past few months.

"

Now that the matter has come to this, Elder Kong doesn't know what to say, he just gives an instruction.

The Tiangong Clan is extremely far away from the Xianluo Territory. Liu Wuxie is much safer going to the Tiangong Tribe than the Xianluo Territory.

Liu Wuxie nodded. Except for them and Nie Huan, no one knew that he was going to the Tiangong Clan.

Both Chang Ce and Shen Bin are trustworthy and cannot possibly reveal his whereabouts.

After explaining to Elder Kong, he and Bai Ling went to Nie Huan's residence overnight.

They will set off at dawn tomorrow morning.

Returning to the courtyard where Nie Huan lived, Liu Wuxie and Bai Ling could only live in the same room because of limited room.

"Go to sleep, I have something else to do."

There is a sofa set up in the house, which Nie Huan must have prepared a long time ago.

Who would have thought that after the stone gambling was over, there would be no news from Liu Wuxie, and she only returned to the city of chaos today.

Bai Ling nodded and slept with his clothes on, lying on the soft bed.

The body was curled up together, and it could be seen that Bai Ling was very nervous at the moment.

Although the two were actually married, after all, they did not remember many of the processes very clearly under the influence of Fantasy Heart Grass.

Bai Ling faced the wall without closing his eyes. At this moment, he felt extremely conflicted.

If Liu Wuxie asks to sleep with her, should she agree or refuse?

Rejection means the relationship between them is broken.

Agreed, she's not ready yet.

How could Liu Wuxie not know Bai Ling's thoughts and just pretend not to see it.

He took out the futon, sat in a corner of the room, and took out the soul of Baoyan Sect Leader.

Some things are just good as they come naturally, there is no need to force them.

Bai Ling was not prepared, so why was he prepared?

"Bao Yan, how could you be devoured by the Soul-Eating Spirit Emperor?"

Putting the bottle in front of him, Liu Wuxie asked the Baoyan Sect Master inside the bottle.

Baoyan Sect Master transformed into a middle-aged man, only the size of a thumb, looking blankly at the young man in front of him.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?"

Baoyan Sect Leader shook his head. He couldn't recall many of his memories.

He has been imprisoned by the Soul-Eating Soul Emperor for these years, causing a large amount of memory to disappear.

"Can't you remember who I am?"

Liu Wuxie did not say her name.

Sect Master Baoyan shook his head blankly. There was no Liu Wuxie in his memory.

Previous life!

this life!

Some things can no longer be restored.

Liu Wuxie took out paper and pen and wrote quickly.

In less than ten breaths, I wrote a beautiful article and put it in front of Sect Master Baoyan.

Looking at the text in front of him, Master Baoyan's expression kept changing.

From surprise, to shock, to disbelief.

"You...you are..."

Large swaths of memories kept coming out like a tide, and Sect Master Baoyan had a big mouth.

"yes!"

Liu Wuxie interrupted Baoyan Sect Master and asked him not to continue, in case the walls have ears.

"The sky has eyes!"

Master Baoyan's memory has recovered about 70%, and there is still a part of memory that will never be recovered.

Unless Liu Wuxie can help him rebuild his body.

70% of the memory is enough to be coherent, and many things can be guessed based on guesswork.

Bai Ling couldn't sleep, so he turned over and looked at Liu Wuxie curiously, wondering why he was chatting so enthusiastically with a mutilated soul.

"What happened? How is Baoyan Sect doing now?"

Liu Wuxie crushed the paper into pieces and turned it into a ball of powder. Not a single word on it could be revealed.
Chapter completed!