"You girl, you have a boyfriend at such a young age!"
Yuqing stretched out a fly whisk and swept it over her head, "You are now in the cultivation stage. You cannot lose your virginity before you reach the age of eighteen, otherwise, all your previous efforts will be wasted."
Yang Zimei was shocked, "Really?"
"Yeah." Yuqing nodded.[
Yang Zimei patted her chest slightly, thankful for Long Zhutian's restraint before, otherwise, she might have been distracted and unable to control herself.
"Master, come with me to see him now, okay?" Yang Zimei begged.
"That's natural. Not to mention that he's your man. As a teacher, I also want to see how powerful African black magic is." Yuqing nodded.
Hearing his words, Yang Zi brow felt disappointed: "Master, haven't you seen African black witchcraft?"
"No." Yu Qing shook his head, "I just heard about it."
When Yang Zimei heard this, his mood immediately dropped to freezing point.
If even the master has never seen the black magic, how can he remove it?
"Go and take a look. Although I haven't seen it before, all witchcraft and magic in the world come from the same source and have similarities." Yuqing saw her worry and comforted her.
"Does the master know other witchcraft?"
"The understanding is quite deep."
Hearing what he said, Yang Zimei ignited a glimmer of hope again and urged the master to hurry down the mountain.
The two rushed back to Lotte Hotel.
As soon as Zhuge Yue saw her, he hurriedly said to her: "Zimei, Zhutian just spit out a mouthful of black blood."
He covered his nose and took out a basin from the bathroom. There was a pool of ink-like liquid condensing on the basin, exuding a fishy smell.
Yuqing stepped forward and took a closer look, then opened Long Zhutian's eyelids and touched his abdomen. Relief appeared on his face: "Fortunately, fortunately!"
"Master, what's the blessing?"
Yang Zimei saw Yuqing's expression and asked urgently.
"Not African black magic."
"No? What is that?" Yang Zimei asked anxiously.[
"It's just poisoning. It's a kind of golden-threaded and black-threaded snake that wanders in Africa. After a person is bitten, his life is not in danger, but it will slowly eat away at his memory..." Yuqing explained.
"In other words, he will lose his memory? But will his life be in danger? Will it affect his intelligence? Can he wake up?" Yang Zimei asked.
"This kind of soul-forgetting snake is equivalent to the Gu insect raised by people in southern Xinjiang. It is only responsible for forgetting memories. When all the original memories are forgotten, it will wake up naturally without any impact on other body functions. Thirty
Years ago, a Taoist friend who was my teacher went to Africa and was also poisoned by this snake's poison. He woke up three months later and became an amnesiac, with no other changes." Yu Qing said.
"Just amnesia?"
The big stone weighing on Yang Zimei's heart relaxed slightly, and he clenched Long Zhutian's lukewarm palm tightly.
"If it's just amnesia, that's fine." Zhuge Yue said from the side, "His previous memories were too painful."
Yang Zimei raised his eyes and glanced at him, then looked down at Long Zhutian's black-gold face.
"Mei Mei...Mei Mei..."
Long Zhutian was murmuring vaguely again, "Wait for me... I will definitely come back..."
Yang Zimei felt sad, she bent down and hugged his body, and put her face on his chest...
