Qi Leren didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He looked down at Ning Zhou on the ice field, looking up at him. His left eye was wrapped in thick bandages, and his right hand was holding Maria's holy sword tightly. There were traces of green between his eyebrows and eyes, but his expression was alert and alert, without any slack. It was like a young tiger on the wasteland who had just left home and started living alone. He discovered for the first time that there were signs of invasion in the territory.

Qi Leren realized that Ning Zhou had lost his memory of the future and had completely returned to the past.

What stood before him now was not the soul mate who had been separated from him all the way through life and death, but the upright and brave Holy Paladin when he was young, a young, sharp, and jealous of evil.

He has never experienced the sweetness and torment of love, nor has he tasted the desire to fight with his lover.

He only knows how to practice the Lord's way in the world, but he does not know how to please the person he loves.

Because he hasn't loved it yet.

It turned out that Ning Zhou was like this when he was a teenager... Qi Leren stared at the young Ning Zhou almost greedily. He thought he would be very sad. Just like when he was involved in the memory of the world's will in the underground Ant City, he witnessed her reunion with Ning Yu as Maria, but found that Ning Yu asked her: Who are you?

But he didn't, he wasn't as sad as he was back then.

After a moment of fear and fear, he felt great gratitude.

Fortunately, Ning Zhou is still alive, even if he doesn't remember him.

The difficulties in front of him are just temporary difficulties. He can use the power of rebirth to cure Ning Zhou's injuries. As long as he gives Ning Zhou a kiss with [True Love Kiss], Ning Zhou will think of everything.

Qi Leren could not turn his gaze away from Ning Zhou's face, looking at the lover between the teenager and the young man, looking at his face full of vigilance, and a faint curiosity and doubt under his vigilance. Suddenly, a ball of furry seemed to rub against his heart.

His tight heartstrings softened, and he began to think it was all interesting.

This is the "past" that he could not have seen, the "past" that he could only imagine from Ning Zhou's words, from his paintings and others' descriptions, and the "past" that he could not touch, participate in, or change.

That is the "past" that belongs only to Ning Zhou. No matter how many troubles and depressions he has, it can only be borne by him alone.

But now, this "past" that should have been ruthlessly taken away by time has flowed back in an unexpected way.

The river of time that was against the current brought the already grown Ning Zhou back to his side.

Qi Leren suddenly realized that he had time to participate in Ning Zhou's past life.

This is a miracle of time.

These complex thoughts were only kept in my mind for a moment. Qi Leren had come back to his senses and began his plan: first stabilize Ning Zhou, test his situation, do not rashly reveal his identity, try to gain his trust, and then explain why he is a succubus.

I hope Ning Zhou has no prejudice against succubus. Qi Leren muttered in his heart that Ning Zhou may indeed have no prejudice. He just disliked all the demons equally.

This is too bad. If Ning Zhou finds out that he is a succubus... Qi Leren's mind suddenly has a picture: Ning Zhou holds the holy sword and chases him, and he has to ride on the griffin and runs to beg for mercy. "I really haven't lie to you, listen to my explanation."

"Who are you?" Ning Zhou saw that he had not answered for a long time, and the vigilance in his eyes became even more serious, he asked again.

"Do you know who I am?" Qi Leren asked back, and Ning Zhou's expression told him.

The young paladin was silent for a while: "...are you Qi Leren?"

In an instant, Qi Leren was overjoyed. He immediately threw the plan he had just confirmed and couldn't wait to insist: "I am. How did you know me?"

Ning Zhou was silent for a while before he said reluctantly: "I have read my diary."

Qi Leren suddenly realized. No wonder, Ning Zhou left a diary for himself.

In other words, he knows everything about the future? He knows that he falls in love with a man in the future? This must be a horror story for Ning Zhou now, and the "demon and ghost" in the horror story is in front of him at this time.

But how did Ning Zhou recognize him? Qi Leren pulled the cloak on his body, and then touched the hood that covered his face tightly.

Can you recognize this? Is it intuition? Qi Leren is puzzled.

The young paladin was silent. He was no longer as alert as before, but his expression seemed even more awkward. He seemed to want to see the figure on the griffin clearly, but he seemed to have been burned by something. He hurriedly looked away and simply looked at the griffin with a serious face.

The griffin was creepy by this bad look and took two steps back inexplicably.

He was shy. This thought flashed through Qi Leren's mind. Many years later, Ning Zhou was the same, exactly the same.

Whenever this happens, Qi Leren will want to tease Ning Zhou.

This strong impulse drove Qi Leren, and he couldn't help but ask with a bad heart: "How did I write about me in my diary?"

Qi Leren knew Ning Zhou's personality very well. As expected, the implicit meaning in this question immediately made Ning Zhou at a loss. The young man's awkward little thoughts were tricked by someone seemingly unintentionally, and his face suddenly turned red.

Shy, embarrassed, angry, wandering back and forth in the expressions that the young man didn't know how to hide. He didn't even realize that this was a close teasing between lovers, nor did he know that he was teased by his ill-hearted lover.

"I don't really believe that this diary may be forged." Ning Zhou said righteously.

Qi Leren almost laughed out loud: If you really think this is a fake, you should do it now, and you will still be stubborn with me here?

It's so interesting, Qi Leren thought that Ning Zhou looks only seventeen or eighteen years old now, and may have just finished the training of the Holy See and started to carry out the mission independently.

He has no social experience and is not good at hiding himself, so he writes his thoughts on his face. At least in Qi Leren's eyes, Ning Zhou has not yet learned the expressionless calmness after a few years.

"You need to judge whether the diary is true or not. You will never admit your handwriting wrongly," Qi Leren reminded.

"This is not necessarily. Maybe I am now in a illusion woven by demons. There has never been a twenty-five-year-old me, but the demon deceived my senses and misled me to believe...you." Ning Zhou expressed his initial suspicion.

His suspicion deepened.

The Qileren in front of him was so strange. Is he covering up something he wrapped himself in a tight cloak?

Why doesn’t he care about his eyes and hands at all? Shouldn’t the person in love care about every change in the other person?

Why didn't he ask about his unusual situation of time going back? It seemed that he had known for a long time that he would lose his memory?

But according to the diary, Qi Leren had obviously come to the Demon Realm from the dusk land, so he could not know this.

The terrible speculation once again surfaced: everything was fake, he was now in a illusion carefully created by the demon, or he was now in a system mission.

He was not twenty-five years old, because there was a problem with the fusion trial, and he started to return to the destruction king.

But Ning Zhou, who was eighteen years old and was involved in the cunning trap of demons.

The diary and the holy sword were just props carefully prepared by the demon who had spyed over his memories.

Then, the person in front of you...

Perhaps because of his words, Qi Leren got off the griffin nervously. Because he was too anxious to get off, he stepped on his cloak and almost tripped himself.

It turned out that he would be panicked too... As soon as this thought flashed through Ning Zhou's mind, his eyes suddenly became sharp - he saw the slender tail flashing under his cloak.

His heart sank.

The Qile man in front of him is not a human, but a demon.

A powerful, ulterior motive, evil and cunning demon.

Disappointment and anger ignited in his heart, he was upset with his credibility and felt deeply ashamed.

This demon's deception was too clumsy. He actually made up a false homosexual lover for him, slandered his father as the devil who invaded the human world back then, and even cursed him viciously that he would become the devil in the future.

He actually believed in such a ridiculous future!

How could he believe this?!

"Ning Zhou, listen to me, this is not an illusion. You have a problem in the fusion trial, so time goes against the current..." Qi Leren jumped off the griffin and hurriedly explained to Ning Zhou.

"How do you know?" Ning Zhou asked back.

"..." Qi Leren choked.

He can answer this question, but where should we start? He said that this is a spoiler given to him by a laptop loaded with fragments of the world's will? If Ning Zhou asked what a laptop is, then... he really couldn't explain it!

During this strange silence, Ning Zhou held the holy sword in his hand tightly, and the blade was stained with the blood of the snow demon and dripped into the white snow.

Qi Leren saw the vigilant murderous intent in Ning Zhou's eyes, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

This retreat is a signal.

"Pick off your cloak." Ning Zhou ordered, his tone of a stiff voice, as if he was holding back his anger.

Qi Leren grabbed the hood tightly. He couldn't take it off. Ning Zhou was already suspicious of him. If he was asked to find out that he was a succubus, Ning Zhou would never believe him anyway.

what to do?

Qi Leren was extremely nervous, and he could not defend this unclear situation.

He suddenly remembered many years ago, when he played the role of "Hong" to go to the undercover agent of the Killing Secret Association, he met Ning Zhou who came to pursue the crazy believer. Ning Zhou mistakenly regarded him as a believer of the Killing Secret Association. The situation at that time was a little similar to now.

At that time, Ning Zhou killed him once by mistake, but fortunately he used [SL Dafa] to save it.

By the way, [SL Dafa]!

"I count to three and take off my cloak!" Ning Zhou raised his broken sword and said with murderous aura, "Three...two...one..."

The demon in front of him was motionless, calm and relaxed, as if he was provoking.

Ning Zhou raised his sword, and the bitter sword light lit up in the snow, piercing straight at the hateful demon.

The sword stopped, and stopped between the demon's neck.

The sharp sword energy broke through his cloak, and the hood fell, revealing the beautiful and charming succubus' face.

The facial features that are exactly the same as those in the portrait in the diary, but have completely different styles.

The succubus looked at him in surprise, with a charming scarlet hidden in his brown eyes. He looked at the broken sword that was parked between his throat, as if he was wondering why he was not dead.

"Don't you kill me?" asked the charming and beautiful succubus in a careful tone, "Or, you'll kill me when I finish speaking?"

The succubus' eyes were filled with passion, as if he had no regrets even if he died under his sword.

This is the most good devil he has ever met, Ning Zhou thought.

Succubus is indeed cunning and annoying.

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PS, and then, the young paladin tied the cunning succubus back to the camp.

The succubus was tied up with his hands, honestly, but his tail was complacent along the way, and he even took the initiative to ask to put himself in a golden cage.
Chapter completed!