Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 717 The Source of Memory 6
Once again, Hei Ling dexterously jumped onto the iron lock and sat down.

"Why are you so weird? I don't like to sit on a good bench, but I like to sit in these strange places. Be careful not to sit firmly and fall!"

Hearing Hei Ling's contemptuous snort, he suddenly leaned back.

Baitang was taken aback for a moment, it looked as if he accidentally fell down while sitting.

Hei Ling's knee joints were where the iron locks were hooked.

As soon as he fell back, he arched his feet and hung himself upside down.

The whole person faces the abyss below, and his hair stands on end.

He also swung on a swing twice.

Bai Tang breathed a sigh of relief for him, lying on the side of the chain and looking down.

"Hei Ling, stop showing off your skills, come up. Looking at you upside down makes people feel uncomfortable. It will make me want to turn my head upside down too."

As soon as Baitang finished speaking, he saw Hei Ling's feet suddenly straightened, and he let go of the iron lock, and he fell down.

With a voice that she couldn't hold back in time, she exclaimed.

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly did a few backflips in the air, rolled up all at once, and stood lightly in front of her.

"Will I fall?"

Hei Ling flicked the invisible dust on his clothes.

Bai Tang was really frightened just now, and was still thinking about what kind of tone he should tell Hua Yan if Hei Ling fell.

He deliberately used this method to tell himself that he would never die if he fell, and would definitely come up again by himself!
"You are not good people!"

After a long time, the sun was about to set again.

The sky was dark, and the light of twilight shone on Qingfeng Cliff.

When Baitang went back to Qingming Palace, Li Xunhuan had already talked to Mo Xiaotian about memory.

"Taoist...Taoist...help him recover his memory!"

Li Xunhuan gave Baitang a strange look, "He really has memories of me, and he has other schemes."

Baitang said impatiently: "For your own good!"

Mo Xiaotian smiled mysteriously, and pulled the seemingly empty cloth bag over with great effort.

"Master Dao, you are performing magic..."

(End of this chapter)