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Yan Qingyang waited for a few days, but there was no news about the demonic cultivators. She also didn't know what Liu Yuying had found out.

Why did Daoist Jade Screen believe that Zou Jia wasn't a Demonic cultivator? No matter what, Yan Qingyang couldn't fall asleep at night. He walked to the window and furrowed his brow in contemplation.

Could it be, Nightmare wasn't really Fen Ye, but was he mistaken?

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with an idea. Yan Qingyang heaved a long sigh. Indeed, cultivation was the most important thing, and his level of cultivation was still too low.

When night fell, Yan Qingyang finally fell asleep with great difficulty. In his dream, the beauty of Burning Night's past life enlarged in front of him.

"Qingyang, if you tell me to retreat, I'll retreat!" But, if I retreat, you will never see me again! " Fen Ye stood in front of Yan Qingyang. His handsome face was filled with infinite sadness, but it also contained boundless love.

His hand caressed Yan Qingyang's face as he spoke.

"Qingyang, I'll listen to you … From the moment you save me, my people, my heart, everything about me will belong to you … "

Yan Qingyang shuddered and flipped over to sit up.

She dreamt again. In the dream, it was her previous life.

In her previous life, she had unintentionally saved Fen Ye, and since then, Fen Ye had been deeply in love with her. However, Yan Qingyang didn't know Fen Ye's identity at that time, and only when Fen Ye led the devil race to commit assault, did she finally realize that she had saved the Demon Young Master.

Ever since then, Yan Qingyang had been filled with guilt as she watched her senior brother and sister die in front of her. She felt endless regret and regret for saving a wolf and harming the entire Cloud Flower Sect.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, she stood out and called out Fen Ye's name, telling him to bring his people to retreat. This could be considered as repayment for her saving his life.

In the end, Fen Ye retreated. Before retreating, he said those words to her.

However, Fen Ye had just retreated, and in less than a day, he had once again led the Demon Army in a massive invasion, catching the Cloudflower Sect off guard. At that time, wearing a hideous mask, Fen Ye didn't even spare Yan Qingyang a glance as he coldly looked at the corpses strewn all over the place, the blood flowing like rivers.

Several sects had fought with the demons for a long time, both of them suffering losses. The Demon Army had finally retreated, but Yan Qingyang had also been put in the position of colluding with the Demon Sect, and had thus been hunted down by the other sects.

Yan Qingyang sat up with his beautiful eyes drooping. In his previous life, Fen Ye hadn't actually let him down, but he had always felt guilty. If he didn't save Fen Ye, then the loss of the Cloud Flower Sect wouldn't be that great and the demons wouldn't invade.

But in this life, before he could save anyone, Fen Ye had already arrived at the Cloud Flower Sect and had still become the direct disciple of the Heavenly Crystal Palace's Daoist Master.

Moreover, it seemed that Fen Ye was sending people to kill him.

Yan Qingyang sighed. The reason why she valued Fen Ye so much was because she wanted to prevent the invasion of the demon race and the sect calamity, but could she really stop it?

Yan Qingyang got off the bed and pushed open the door to take a breath of fresh air, but as he pushed open the door, he saw an exceedingly handsome face.

It was the face of a young man, his features exceedingly handsome and brimming with vitality. His eyes stared fixedly at Yan Qingyang, a trace of gold flashing through them.

"Verdant Yang!" This young man was Fen Ye. He looked at Yan Qingyang and slowly called out her name word by word.

With a push of his hands, he was about to push Fen Ye out of the door, but she caught his hand and couldn't move it. She grabbed Yan Qingyang and pushed him in, then shut the door behind her.

With a bang, Yan Qingyang's heart lurched as he twisted his body, wanting to break free. However, her hands were firmly grasped and it was useless to twist them around for a long time. She couldn't struggle at all.

With Yan Qingyang in tow, Zou Jia forced her into the room step by step. Yan Qingyang was forced to retreat step by step. Suddenly, she felt something slow behind her. There was a table behind her that she could no longer retreat to.

"Hng hng!" Zou Jia snorted coldly. His voice was clear and melodious, but it carried a sense of danger.

"You, you are Fen Ye! And it's even a dorm girl! " Yan Qingyang quickly calmed down and looked towards Ju Jia as he asked indifferently.

"Fen Ye? "Humph!" "Because you always say I am some Fen Ye! I am being watched every day. A few days ago, you said that the demonic cultivator Liu Yuying was mine, and now, a group of people are following behind me. Yan Qingyang, tell me, what kind of enmity do you have with me? "

"Ha ha!" Those eyes were so familiar, how could it not be Fen Ye? Yan Qingyang pursed his lips and smiled, mocking, "I know best if you are Fen Ye or not. I would like to ask, why did you send Liu Yuying to kill me!"

Jiu Jia's eyes flashed as she stared straight at Yan Qingyang and snorted coldly, "If I had someone, I would indeed want to kill you too!" Right now, I just want to warn you, don't provoke me anymore, or else … Humph! Even Daoist Master Yuping cannot protect you! "

As she spoke, Zou Jia's hand gripped Yan Qingyang's throat.

He tightened his hands one step at a time and felt that his breathing wasn't easy. His throat was tightly locked, and he was slowly unable to catch his breath.

If this girl was only Qi Disciple level 4, how could she easily deal with him, who was at Qi Disciple level 7? There must be something wrong with him!

However, Yan Qingyang couldn't care about anything else at the moment. She felt that she was on the verge of being strangled to death by the hostess.

Ju Jia stared fixedly at Yan Qingyang, a cruel smile appearing on her face. She pushed Yan Qingyang backwards, his waist pressed against the table as his upper body was thrown backwards. Her clothes askew as the jade fan around her neck quietly slipped out.

The moonlight shone in through the window, shining on the jade pendant. It had a lustrous luster, attracting the attention of Jou-jia all of a sudden.

"This is?" Jiu Jia's gaze shifted downwards as she stared fixedly at the jade pendant. Her expression changed drastically as she abruptly released Yan Qingyang and grabbed the jade pendant in front of his chest.

Yan Qingyang released his grip and sucked in a deep breath. He was about to move away when his hand was firmly locked by Jadeite and he still couldn't move.

"Speak, where did you get this necklace!" Zou Jia viciously said. Her eyebrows were tightly locked together and her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.

"This …" Yan Qingyan's expression changed, not knowing how to respond.

What if Jou-jia stole the jade fan? Also, could it be that Zou Jia knows the origin of the Jade Fan Pendant?

"Speak!" Jiajia suddenly erupted into a rage. She quickly reached out her hand to pin Yan Qingyang down. "Quick! Otherwise, I'll kill you right now!"

Yan Qingyan quickly hesitated for a moment. Then, he lifted his head and said, "This jade pendant is mine, my own!"

"Impossible!" You're lying! " "Who the hell did you steal it from, tell me!"