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When Jingliu chased after the erhu across the street corner.

Just then, they saw the pink-haired girl grab Qi Ye by the ear and drag him toward this alley.

She subconsciously slowed her pace, hid behind a stone pillar by the roadside, and peeked out with half her head out to look in that direction.

The back of that person whose ear was being pulled, the posture of tilting their head and still being stubborn.

That cheeky, smug look of someone who was being called "shameless" even when he was being called that.

He said exactly the same thing when he was bargaining with her in the abandoned starport back then.

It really was him; she hadn't mistaken him for someone else.

Back then, in the abandoned shipyard, she pieced his body back together piece by piece.

His hands and feet were severed, and his torso was nailed to the wall.

Half of his face was sliced ​​off, and the blood stained the entire dock floor red.

She pieced his body back together with her small hands, which could barely hold a sword.

Then he disappeared without even saying goodbye.

He's standing here now, being pulled by the ear by a pink-haired girl, bouncing around and laughing.

She instinctively called out, "Disciple?"

Qi Ye stopped in her tracks, her ear, which was being pulled by San Yueqi, still stuck in that comical angle.

But he stood frozen in place as if he had been struck by something.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the white-haired little girl holding the erhu.

He felt like something was about to pop out of his head.

"Were you... calling me just now?"

He broke free from March 7th, walked over, and squatted down to be at eye level with the little girl.

Jingliu looked into his confused eyes.

He seemed to be trying hard to remember something, but he couldn't recall anything.

He seemed to have forgotten those days, forgotten that abandoned starport, forgotten that they had once hunted down the remnants of the Abundance together in the sea of ​​stars.

He forgot every sword move she taught him, and he forgot the blood on her hands when she pieced his corpse back together.

But none of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that he is still alive; he didn't die in that pool of blood.

It was not dismembered into pieces and could never be put back together.

She still remembers those images, the despair she felt when she snatched his severed limbs from the leader's knife.

I remember her trembling as she knelt in the pool of blood, piecing his body back together piece by piece.

She thought he was dead, that he had died a terrible death, without even leaving a goodbye.

But now he was squatting in front of her, utterly bewildered, unable to even remember who she was.

Jingliu told himself that this was good.

She came to Luofu with a plan, and she shouldn't involve him.

He has new companions: a pink-haired girl who pulls his ear, and a gray-haired girl who keeps him company.

They all seemed to care about him, and he was doing well.

She is far stronger than the former swordsman who was corrupted by the demonic spirit and driven out of Luofu.

He doesn't need a master who can't even protect him.

All she needed to do was make sure he was alright, then she turned and left to continue with her plan.

She really thought so.

She was even prepared to stand up and dismiss it all with a simple "You've mistaken me for someone else."

But she's just a child now.

Even if she had all her original memories, even if reason told her she should harden her heart.

But her mind and body are only seven or eight years old.

What can you expect from a child?

A seven or eight-year-old child sees someone he thought was dead suddenly appear in front of him.

She called out and received a response, then looked at his face, being stared at with the eyes of a stranger.

How could she possibly hold back?

Jingliu's eyes reddened.

She took a step forward, and the instrument case slipped off her shoulder and fell to the ground, the strings of the erhu emitting a low hum.

She reached out and hugged Qiye's neck.

She buried her face in his shoulder, tears streaming down her face, soaking a large patch of his shirt.

She cried as she spoke, her childish voice echoing throughout Chang Le Street:

"My dear disciple! You died so tragically! Your master failed to protect you!"

That pirate leader was too cunning; I should have realized it when he lured me away!

As your teacher, I should always stay by your side!

You didn't even have a complete body when you died.

I pieced you back together piece by piece, and it took me a very long time.

My hands are covered in your blood, how could you just disappear like that!

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Qi Ye squatted in place, her hands frozen in mid-air.

It felt like something was trying to get out of his head.

An abandoned shipyard, blood everywhere, severed limbs, and torsos nailed to the wall.

And a scene of a white-haired little girl kneeling in a pool of blood, piecing his body together piece by piece.

The fragments came too fast and too hard; before they could be pieced together into a complete memory, they were pushed back down.

He subconsciously raised his hand and patted Jingliu on the back.

The surrounding crowd was completely dumbfounded.

March 7th looked at Qiye with a bewildered expression, then at the little girl who was clinging to his neck, crying uncontrollably.

Finally, he approached and asked in a low voice:

Do you know her? Why does she call you her disciple?

Did you do something I don't know about while I was away?

What did you do to her? She's so young!

Before Qiye could answer, Jingliu lifted his head from his shoulder.

She glared at March 7th with her bright red eyes, then spoke in a cute but fierce tone:

"You're not allowed to yell at him! He's my disciple! I'm his master! What right do you have to yell at him!"

March 7th was so startled by her shout that he shrank back several steps, feeling completely dazed.

Master? This little girl who looks about seven or eight years old is his master?

Xing walked up from behind, hands behind his back, with a dignified expression, about to make a comment.

Qiye raised her hand first:

"I have amnesia, but I feel like I should know her, and she seems to know me too."

Xing commented:

"My harem is going to be expanded again."

Is this a descendant of the previous dynasty or the retired emperor?

Seeing how heartbroken she is, appointing her as the Imperial Advisor would be more appropriate.

On March 7th, without turning his head, he roared:

"Your empire doesn't even have territory, what kind of imperial advisor are you appointing!"

The commotion was so great that it finally attracted the attention of the patrolling Yunqi Army.

Two Yun cavalrymen in standard armor turned the corner, followed by a middle-aged man who was panting heavily.

It was the same pancake vendor who had just quietly pulled his daughter behind him.

As soon as the uncle saw Qi Ye, he pointed at him and shouted to the Yunqi Army:

"That's him! That's the person!"

Just now, in the square, he publicly shouted that he was a lolicon! He even said something like, "I'm proud, I'm proud to be a spokesperson for lolicon!"

My daughter is only six years old. How will she dare to go out after hearing something like that!

The leader of the Cloud Cavalry was a young soldier, and he frowned upon hearing this.

He stepped forward, intending to question Xiye.

But his gaze fell on the white-haired little girl who was still clinging to Qi Ye's neck, sobbing.

He paused for a moment.

Another Cloud Cavalryman leaned over and whispered:

"Captain, something's not right about this scene."

In cases of simple perverted harassment, victims generally will not voluntarily hug the suspect's neck.

"Your analysis makes sense."

The leader of the Cloud Cavalry nodded, then spoke to Qi Ye in a businesslike manner.

"Sir, we have received a report that you made inappropriate remarks in public. Please cooperate with our investigation."