"I know. One day I will remember you. If I really forget you and make you sad, I will apologize to you later." Jing Yirong handed his hand to Xue Li. "Come inside. It's cold outside." .”
"Yes." Xue Li wiped away his tears and laughed again. "Originally, I could make Sister Yi Rong remember it, but it seems that I can't do it now. Brother Ye used to say that illusion is a gift from God to Xuanxuan. Because Xuanxuan Very kind. Xuanxuan is also very kind now, but why can’t he do it?”
"I guess God wants you to rest for a while." Jing Yirong comforted helplessly. "Anyway, I will live in this house now and will not leave. You can let me regain my memory whenever you can."
"Okay." Xue Li smiled and nodded.
"Why do you call him Brother Ye and Masked Man at one moment?" Jing Yirong suddenly remembered Xue Li's name. It was really confusing.
"No. Brother Ye is not a masked person." Xue Li hurriedly explained. "Brother Ye is Brother Ye. Masked people are masked people. I like Brother Ye and hate masked people. If it weren't for Brother Ye, I wouldn't be with the mask. People live together.”
Jing Yirong frowned. He didn't understand.
Xue Li seemed to realize that what he said was not clear. He added: "Brother Ye is also named Ye. His name is Ye Yu. I have lived with Brother Ye since I was a child. The masked man is the person that Brother Ye cares about. My brother said that the masked man is always too lonely alone, so he asked me to accompany the masked man for a while."
"He is lonely." Jing Yirong didn't notice it.
"This is what Brother Ye said." Xue Li approached Jing Yirong. "But the masked man seemed really unhappy. When I lived here, he always didn't even say anything. He just sat in the backyard and moved alone. Do not move."
Jing Yirong listened quietly and said nothing.
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Jing Yirong has been living in the house for two days. On the third day, Ye Xieming found Jing Yirong who was staying with Xue Li. "Come here if you want to resume your martial arts."
Jing Yirong put down the picture book in his hand and touched Xue Li's head. "Let Yue Nu finish telling you the story."
"Okay." Xue Li lowered his head and read the painting book again.
As soon as Jing Yirong walked out of the door, he was hugged by Ye Xieming. There was already a gust of wind in his ears. The leaves blew against his face, making him feel chilly. Even his body shivered unconsciously. Ye Xieming He seemed to feel Jing Yirong trembling. Without saying a word, he wrapped Jing Yirong in his black robe and hugged Jing Yirong into his arms again.
Jing Yirong felt the warm body next to her close to her. She struggled to push it away.
"If you don't want your life, just push me away." Ye Xieming's cold voice sounded in his ears.
Jing Yirong raised his head to meet Ye Xieming's cold gaze. He looked down at the trees receding beneath his feet and stopped moving.
Ye Xieming brought Jing Yirong to a cottage and stopped. The moment he landed, Jing Yirong pushed Ye Xieming away. "What did you bring me here for?"
"Of course I want to find out martial arts for you." Ye Xieming smiled evilly. "Since your martial arts are still there and you just forgot how to use them, I have to remind you of them. From what I can see, they can remind you of martial arts." The situation is when you encounter danger. There are more than a hundred people living in the cottage behind you. They are all bandits who kill without blinking an eye. When you enter this cottage, you may be able to recall all your martial arts."
Jing Yirong raised his eyes and looked at the cottage. Ye Xieming stepped forward and handed Jing Yirong a sword. "Go. Kill these people and you will probably be able to resume your martial arts."
Jing Yirong took the sword from Ye Xieming and walked towards the cottage. Unexpectedly, there was no one guarding the door of the cottage. Jing Yirong cut off the chain on the wooden door with a sword and entered the cottage without fear. Ye Xieming flew up and looked at it. Ta watched what was about to happen as if watching a play. Watching Jing Yirong kill someone was the best thing.
The shouts from the village became louder and louder. Jing Yirong approached. A group of big men gathered in front of a man in the open space. They held knives in their hands and slashed at the man who had no ability to fight back. Hearing the man's The cry for help seemed to be even more exciting, and bursts of laughter broke out.
A big man dragged a woman out of the crowd and shouted to the man who was tied to the pillar. "Li Liang, I have long said that your wife will be mine one day." After saying that, he stretched out his hand. He tore the woman's clothes. The big man who was watching the scene shouted excitedly. His obscene eyes fell on the woman's lying chest.
"Don't touch me. Don't." The woman was surrounded by a group of big men and screamed helplessly.
"Qian Bao, let her go. Let her go." Li Liang shouted angrily. His face was full of pain.
Qian Bao raised his head and laughed. "If you dare to go against me, Qian Bao, I will let you see the consequences now." Qian Bao pushed the woman in his hand to the big man behind him. "Brothers, this woman is given to you. Let me give it to you now." She is happy and happy."
"Thank you, brother." The big men stared at the woman with tiger-like eyes. A group of dozens of people rushed towards the woman with both hands.
The woman felt the hands of the big men tearing her clothes apart. Their hands were constantly moving away from her chest, abdomen and legs. The woman screamed in pain and struggled like crazy. "Brother Liang, save me." Me.Help me.”
"Lian'er." Wu Liang shouted sadly. Then he turned to Qian Bao. "Please let her go. Please let her go."
Qian Bao stepped forward and kicked Wu Liang. Wu Liang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unsteadily. He was still muttering, "Let her go. Let her go..."
Qian Bao stepped on Wu Liang's back and slashed Wu Liang's arm with the knife in his hand.
"Ah." Wu Liang screamed in pain. His arm was cut off abruptly. Blood immediately flowed to the floor. Wu Liang's face was pale and his body was shaking constantly. But his eyes were still looking at Lian Lian who was insulted by the big men. The sound of pleading gradually weakened. "Lian'er. Lian'er..."
Qian Bao's bloodthirsty eyes were filled with excitement. He raised his knife and pointed it at the other arm to cut off. A sudden flying stone knocked the knife out of Qian Bao's hand. Qian Bao immediately raised his head. "Who?"
Qian Bao's eyes fell on Jing Yirong not far away. He kicked Wu Liang away and walked towards Jing Yirong. After seeing Jing Yirong's beauty clearly, the smile on his face deepened. "When did I come to the village?" What a fairy. It seems that God knows that I sleep alone at night and sends a woman to warm my bed."
The big man behind Qian Bao burst into laughter after hearing Qian Bao's words.
Jing Yirong glanced at Ye Xieming from the corner of his eye. He was the one who hit the stone.
Qian Bao walked up to Jing Yirong. He looked at the sword in Jing Yirong's hand and rubbed his hands. "Beauty, why are you still holding a sword?"
"To kill you." Jing Yirong's tone was cold.
Qian Bao suddenly raised his head and laughed. "Haha. Beauty, you are really humorous. Now that you are here, I will accompany you Lele." Qian Bao stared at Jing Yirong's stunning face and felt itchy in his heart. He was so beautiful like Jing Yirong. But it was a rare sight in a hundred years. Qian Bao couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Jing Yirong's face.
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows. He drew his sword and slashed it at Qian Bao's hand. Qian Bao didn't expect that Jing Yirong would actually take action, so he was unprepared. His hand was actually scratched by Jing Yirong. .The wound went from the wrist to the arm. Blood spurted out.
Seeing the scene in front of them, the big men who were still standing far away all took a few steps forward and stood behind Qian Bao.
Qian Bao covered his wound and looked at Jing Yirong angrily. He cursed fiercely, "You dare to kill me. I will let you know in a moment what life is worse than death."
Jing Yirong looked at Qian Bao with disgust. She wanted to cut off Qian Bao's hand with the sword just now. But the hand holding the sword could not exert any force at all. Otherwise, how could she let him go so easily.
Qian Bao held the knife again and said to the big men behind him, "Don't move, all of you. I'm going to capture this woman with ease. I'll give her to you when I'm happy." Qian Bao stared at her with squinting eyes. Jing Yirong's body and her mouth were saying the words "I won't do it".
Jing Yirong's hand holding the sword was strong. Before Qian Bao could make a move, she stabbed it with the sword. The strength in her body did not return at all. Therefore, the sword Jing Yirong stabbed with was weak. When she stabbed out, she was killed. Qian Bao's knife fell to the ground.
"It turns out to be a paper tiger." Qian Bao laughed disdainfully. He stepped forward and grabbed Jing Yirong's hand and pulled her towards him. He put his hand on Jing Yirong's neck and imprisoned Jing Yirong in front of his chest. He lowered his head and gently He sniffed Jing Yirong's neck. "It smells so good."
Ye Xieming's calm eyes were shrouded in murderous aura. That man deserves to die.
Jing Yirong only felt that the man behind her made her sick. She lowered her head and bit the man's arm. She bit hard until she tasted blood in her mouth and did not let go. Like a wolf, she tore off Qian Bao's arm. A piece of flesh on it.
"Ah, damn woman." Qian Bao let go of his hand in pain and kicked Jing Yirong away.
Jing Yirong's body flew out. His mouth was full of blood from Qian Bao's arm. A smile broke out on Jing Yirong's face. The bloody face and wanton smile made people feel weird and scary.
Qian Bao was shocked. He felt that he had lost face again. He angrily stepped forward and kicked Jing Yirong who was about to stand up. Jing Yirong flew out again and hit the wooden pillar in the space hard. When he landed on the ground, he felt a pain in his chest. Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming, who was watching the show in the distance. He didn't move. He didn't seem to have the slightest intention to help.
Jing Yirong withdrew his gaze and looked up at Qian Bao with sharp eyes. "You'd better not mess with me again."
"You bitch dare to bite me." Qian Bao didn't take Jing Yirong's words to heart at all. He stretched out his hand and slapped Jing Yirong hard. There was a roar in his ears. Jing Yirong collapsed to the ground. It felt like it was split open and there was a feeling of warm blood flowing out.
Qian Bao stepped forward and pulled Jing Yirong up by her hair. He put a cold knife against Jing Yirong's cheek. "I don't know what it will look like if I put a few cuts on such a beautiful face."
Jing Yirong's cold eyes were directed at Qian Bao, who was not threatened at all. The wolf-like cold gaze actually made Qian Bao feel a little scared. He held a knife in his hand. "If you dare to look at me like that again, I will dig him out." out of your eyes."
After saying that, he held the knife close to Jing Yirong's eyes. Jing Yirong hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed the knife in Qian Bao's hand. The sharp blade cut Jing Yirong's hand. Blood dripped from the blade and was stained with silver. Qian Bao was stunned. Jing Yirong's wolf-like bloodthirsty gaze made Qian Bao's heart tremble. He stood up and kicked Jing Yirong away. The hand holding the knife trembled involuntarily. The look in this woman's eyes was so terrifying. It was as if a wolf was staring at him and wanting to tear him apart.
Qian Bao's lust was gone. Now he just wanted to kill this terrible woman in front of him. Qian Bao raised his knife to Jing Yirong and chopped it down. Jing Yirong's eyebrows froze and he stretched out his hand to grab it firmly.
The knife in Qian Bao's hand was stopped. The powerful force in his body returned to his body. A smile appeared in Jing Yirong's bloodthirsty eyes. The knife was shattered in front of Jing Yirong with a slight force of his hand.
Ye Xieming curled his lips and put away the inner energy he had just gathered in his hands. He wanted to see Jing Yirong angry.