Chapter 1290: Amnesia
Countless onlookers gathered on both sides of the street, including on the roofs of the shops.
Ye Zichen yelled with all his might. He couldn't understand why Liu Jing would tell him that she didn't know him.
He was certain that he didn't recognize the wrong person, whether it was his appearance, mannerisms or aura.
It was enough to prove that the girl in front of him was the little ghost girl, Liu Jing, who followed him desperately back then.
She clearly looked forward to Ye Zichen coming to the God Realm to find her, and she clearly said that she would wait for him.
But why is she acting like she doesn't know him now?
"Liu Jing, I'm Ye Zichen!"
Ye Zichen roared angrily once again. Liu Jing, who stood in front of him, was stunned, while Ye Zichen's roar echoed through her mind …
"I'm Ye Zichen!"
"I'm Ye Zichen!"
"I'm Ye Zichen!"
The same words echoed through her mind. Liu Jing looked at him in shock …
Emotions can't lie. From the looks of the stranger in front of her, they knew each other. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember who this person who said that he was Ye Zichen was.
"The name Ye Zichen is so familiar, but why can't I remember?"
"No, I definitely know him. I definitely heard the name Ye Zichen before, but why? Why can't I remember anything? "
Liu Jing knitted her eyebrows, while a hint of confusion appeared on her cold face.
She really did feel like the name Ye Zichen was familiar, but she just couldn't remember.
"Liu Jing!"
Ye Zichen roared angrily once again. Liu Jing squinted her eyes and looked up.
"Ye Zichen, who is it?"
…
"Brat, I'm going to kill you!"
At that moment, the young man that Ye Zichen had thrown out slashed towards Ye Zichen with a menacing expression. Just as the sword light was about to land on Ye Zichen's body, an illusory golden sword suddenly appeared and blocked the sword energy.
"Kid Ye, what are you doing? Did you know that you nearly died just now? "
Xuan-Yuan Xiang's reprimand sounded out in Ye Zichen's sea of consciousness. Only then did Ye Zichen, who was in a daze, return to his senses and notice the menacing young man.
"Xiang-jie, it's all thanks to you."
Ye Zichen smiled gratefully, then retracted his thoughts and looked towards Liu Jing.
She had really forgotten.
It wasn't an act. He had really forgotten.
"What's going on?"
Ye Zichen gradually calmed down and frowned as he looked at Liu Jing.
Did he lose his memory?
This wasn't an idol drama. Besides, everyone was an immortal now. They could be considered gods. How could they lose their memories?
He licked his lips, then took a few steps forward after a moment of hesitation.
"Don't come over."
Ye Zichen could tell that Liu Jing's emotions weren't very stable, so he quickly stopped and reached out his hand to comfort her.
"Liu Jing, calm down. Amnesia, right? I can accept that. But let me tell you, we really do know each other. If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask your Brother Twelve. Cui Twelve … You can't forget this, right? You two should always be together. "
"You know Brother Twelve?"
"That's for sure. We really know each other. Although I don't know why you lost your memory, I can assure you that we definitely know each other. "
"To the right!"
Xuan-Yuan Xiang's urgent shout suddenly rang out in Ye Zichen's sea of consciousness. When he heard that, he turned around and saw that the youth hadn't changed his mind. He was actually attacking him again.
"Scram!"
He kicked the youth in the stomach. Ye Zichen was currently worrying about Liu Jing's amnesia, but this brat didn't have any sense at all.
The youth fell to the ground once more, but Liu Jing's expression didn't change in the slightest.
"Liu Jing, no matter how much I say right now, it's useless. When you go back and ask Cui Twelve, everything will come to light. He knows a bit about what happened between the two of us. "
"Alright, I'll go back and ask Brother Twelve," Liu Jing nodded.
"Then can we leave each other's contact information? That'll be more convenient …."
As soon as Ye Zichen took out his transmission jade slip, Liu Jing coldly refused.
"No need, I'll go back and ask Brother Twelve. Perhaps we really do know each other. But even if we do know each other, there's naturally a reason why I don't remember you now. Since I didn't want to remember you back then, there's no need for me to get to know you again. "
"No …."
How did things suddenly turn out like this?
Were all women's thoughts so terrifying?
Ye Zichen wanted to explain, but after a moment's thought, he decided against it. Liu Jing was clearly very resistant to him, and he didn't know why she'd lost her memories.
If he continued to tangle with her, his current impression of her would only plummet.
"Then we'll meet again if fate wills it."
"It'd be best if we didn't," said Liu Jing.
Ye Zichen's shoulders trembled inexplicably. He laughed bitterly, but he didn't dwell on it. He turned, shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned his back to Liu Jing.
However, before he'd taken more than a few steps, he felt a cold glint behind him. Liu Jing's voice rang out.
"Zhao Sheng!"
"Go to hell."
The youth, who'd been beaten up so many times, was still relentlessly charging forward.
This sort of unyielding, unyielding spirit was worth learning from.
However, Ye Zichen's patience had long since worn thin.
Ye Zichen bent his waist and dodged the youth's sword, then grabbed the youth's ankle and dragged him to the ground. His right foot stomped down on the youth's wrist. Ye Zichen grabbed the sword that had fallen from the youth's hand and pressed it against the youth's throat.
The sharp edge of the sword pressed against the youth's throat. The blade had already pierced through his skin, and blood was already seeping out.
Under Ye Zichen's gaze, the youth felt as if he'd fallen into an icy cavern. His entire body trembled involuntarily.
"If you want to die, just say so. I'll give you a quick death. There's no need for you to provoke me over and over again."
"How dare you! Who dares bully a student of Four Directions Academy?"
At the end of the street, a fierce shout suddenly rang out. Everyone looked towards the end of the street and saw a middle-aged man with a vigorous appearance. He was dressed in a green robe and was striding over with a majestic aura.
When Ye Zichen saw this, he pulled his sword away from the youth's throat. The youth ran behind the middle-aged man.
"Your Highness, Seventeenth Highness."
The middle-aged man greeted Liu Jing, then glanced at the youth. The youth called out in an aggrieved tone.
"Second Uncle."
When he saw the youth's injuries, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.
"How dare you injure a student of Four Directions Academy!"
Next, the middle-aged man's gaze landed on Ye Zichen.
He waved his arm, and a wave of energy surged towards Ye Zichen.
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