In Yan Yan's impression, Nangong Yan was melancholy most of the time, very sad and resentful, but unwilling to spit out his thoughts. After losing his memory, he poured out his thoughts like pouring beans.

This time, no one came to see them off.

It stands to reason that Nangong Yan's fiancée Allure should come to see him off, and they still have a marriage contract in name. Allure is also ready to come, maybe Nangong Yan can make a comeback, but Xiangguo is not allowed. Nangong Yan is not sad, his fiancée, there is no Allure, there is also Allure and Beauty, all the same.

Seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, everyone is the same. Like their family these days, feelings, money, and power are all things that come to be used. Nangong Yan is such a scumbag.

"One day, you'll get what you want. Take it, take it. When Yan said this, there was a murderous aura between her eyebrows. Nangong Yan looked at her with a smile, her anger dissipated again, and she returned to that harmless appearance.

"I'm not afraid of this, it's mine, and no one can take it away." Nangong Yan still has this confidence.

"It's just a little sad to lose everything suddenly." Nangong Yan pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, and wanted to pour the wine into his mouth.

Yan Wu raised her hand to stop him: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink." ”

"What else can you do besides drinking, Xiao Wang is an idler now."

Yan Wu raised her hand and rubbed her temples, her head hurt, but she didn't say anything to let him cultivate. Human cultivation is really too fragile.

"Let's go, let's fight, maybe it will make you feel better."

"Don't fight, I never do anything with women."

"Don't worry, I'll let you."

Nangong Yan was enraged.

Yan Yan already had experience in fighting with Nangong Yan, and she now knew that she would press her cultivation to the same level as him.

The fight during the Qi training period is really not interesting, and there is no need to be afraid of damaging the surrounding mountains and lakes. Yan Wu had so many means, she couldn't count them herself, she chose to use a sword to compare with Nangong Yan. Yan Wu was feeding Nangong Yan all the way, and in the end she was slightly better, and she could barely be said to be a draw.

Nangong Yan panted and took off the magic weapon, his current body was indeed a weak chicken in the Qi training period.

Returning to the camp tent to sit down and rest, Yan Wu poured two cups of tea.

Nangong Yan picked up the teacup and fiddled with the lid of the white porcelain cup to hide his expression.

He asked all his subordinates and henchmen, and Mr. Jing Qiu was angry, and roughly pieced together the missing year and a half. His thoughts were the same as before, and he had to fully accept the gentleman who had been invited.

He shouldn't have fought with Yan Wu, he was too ungraceful. Moreover, he hadn't experienced the fight during this Qi training period for hundreds of years, like a child fighting, where did he put his old face.

Without waiting for Nangong Yan to come to her senses, Yan Yan asked, "Are you feeling better?" ”

Nangong Yan hesitated: "It's nothing." I was just......

It's just that I suddenly lost everything, and I ...... Very unaccustomed. ”

In Nangong Yan's eyes, Yan Wu is completely an image of a master outside the world, detached from things, and does not take royal power and wealth in his eyes. Also, a half-step god like her, if she were him, she would have already taken the throne. A loser like him is really useless.

"It's just a small mistake, in life, there are wins and losses."

"Then you, have you ever lost?" Nangong Yan asked tentatively.

"Nope."

Nangong Yan: ......

His Majesty also knew that the third prince was taking the blame for the Suzaku Kingdom, and he acquiesced that Nangong Yan could go to a pleasant place to recuperate.

After discussion, the result was that Nangong Yan cultivated in the Imperial Beast Sect as Cheng Jin, returning to Jindan first, and then discussing the future.