"What's wrong?" Ye Xieming felt Jing Yirong's absence. Jing Yirong smiled lightly and shook his head. Ye Xieming, the thing you are afraid of seems to be coming soon. My memory is coming back bit by bit. Do you know that I am now Conflict. I want to know my past. I want to know what kind of relationship we had. But you are so afraid of my past. It makes me afraid too. Afraid that I won’t know how to be with you when I remember everything. Get along. I'm afraid that everything has changed now.
Jing Yirong no longer knew what she was thinking. She just felt that when she remembered everything, all her happiness would disappear together.
After accompanying Xue Li on the street for a whole morning, they returned to the small courtyard. At this time, there was a person standing at the door of the courtyard. He was dressed in black and looked into the distance with an unfocused gaze like a dead sea. He held his hands tightly. Holding a sword, his face was expressionless but it made people feel miserable. When he raised his eyes and met Jing Yirong, Dead Sea's eyes were full of hatred and pain.
Jing Yirong looked at the stranger in front of him who was looking at him with hatred. "Who are you?"
Yang Feng glared at Jing Yirong fiercely. When he met Nalan Zhijin on the way to find King Junqi. When he heard from the poisonous lady's mouth what Jing Yirong did to Xiao Yan .When he knew that the woman who had taken away the love of his life had fallen into the sea and disappeared, he felt that the world was gone. His heart was no longer about the task assigned to him by King Junqi. Instead, he wanted to kill the cold-blooded woman. Jing Yirong avenged Xiao Yan.
Yang Feng finally found Jing Yirong's residence. He finally waited until Jing Yirong showed up. It was superfluous to say anything at this time. What he wanted was Jing Yirong's life.
The sword in Yang Feng's hand was unsheathed. He picked up the sword and stabbed Jing Yirong suddenly. Jing Yirong frowned and handed Xue Li in his hand to Ye Xieming to fight. Ye Xieming stood aside with a calm face. With Jing Yirong's current martial arts skills, even Yang Feng, the best swordsman in the world, might not be his opponent.
Jing Yirong didn't know Yang Feng's identity, let alone why he wanted to kill her. But it seemed superfluous to say anything now. Only fighting was the most important thing.
Yang Feng's martial arts is not low. Jing Yirong can't compare to him in the sword style. But Jing Yirong's internal skills are even better. He flies up to dodge and strikes again. The two fight and attract everyone in front of the courtyard. Come over. For people in the world, this is a show that cannot be seen with money.
Finally, after several back and forth, Yang Feng was knocked away by Jing Yirong's palm. The sword fell steadily on Jing Yirong's hand. Jing Yirong held the sword and pressed the tip of the sword against Yang Feng's neck. He looked at the injured Yang Feng indifferently. "Who are you?"
"Jing Yirong, you really have lost your memory." Yang Feng suddenly laughed without fear of death. "But although the memory has disappeared, your cruel temper has not changed at all."
"you know me."
"I don't know you." Yang Feng glared at Jing Yirong fiercely. "How could I know you, a cold-blooded woman? I used to think that you would at least not hurt the people around you. But now I think my belief is simply not true. No. You not only killed Yue Ya, but you also watched Xiao Yan leave. Jing Yirong, you deserve to die."
Yang Feng yelled irrationally. The fluctuating emotions made the pain in his chest even more intense. Yang Feng vomited out another mouthful of blood while covering his chest. Ever since he learned about Xiao Yan's departure, he had not eaten or drank and searched like crazy. Jing Yirong. If he hadn't been too tired, he might not have been defeated so easily.
Jing Yirong slowly took back the sword in his hand. "You know Xiao Yan."
"Jing Yirong, you can even forget the people who lived and died for you. Are you worthy of them working for you back then?" Yang Feng now only has hatred in his eyes for Jing Yirong. "I should have taken her away at all costs in the beginning. .Instead of letting her stay with you." Endless regret overwhelmed Yang Feng. How could she be willing to leave? In her heart, did she still have a place for him besides her master?
He used to be jealous because of such thoughts. But now that he thinks about it, everything is just a ridiculous reason. No matter what their positions are, no matter whether they can be together, he should let her stay with him at all costs.
Jing Yirong looked at Yang Feng. Only intermittent fragments flashed through her mind. Xiao Yan, the woman she didn't save at the beginning, didn't feel anything before. But the past memories were getting closer and closer to her, and her heart became more and more painful. I am becoming more and more frightened and guilty. It seems that I have really done something wrong.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground. Jing Yirong looked at Yang Feng. "You go."
Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong in surprise. Fear suddenly arose in her heart. Did she remember something? Otherwise, why would she let Yang Feng go?
Yang Feng looked at the long sword on the ground and then at Jing Yirong. "Do you think this can offset Xiao Yan's life?" After saying that, Yang Feng grabbed the long sword again and stabbed Jing Yirong with all his strength.
Jing Yirong stood on the spot. She could dodge Yang Feng's attack with just a slight movement of her feet. But why. Why would there be another voice in her heart telling herself that she owed him? Jing Yirong was shocked. I found the resistance in my heart. I really stood there in a daze without any reaction.
"Damn it." Ye Xieming handed Xue Li to Neng Yuenu. As soon as the figure moved, he stood in front of Jing Yirong and stretched out one hand to break the sword in Yang Feng's hand. The other hand struck Yang Feng away. go out.
"Ah." Yang Feng screamed in pain, and his body flew out. A large mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth. Ye Xieming used seven percent of his power in this palm. If others were afraid, he would have died long ago.
"Stop." Jing Yirong called to Ye Xieming, who was about to strike again. "What are you doing?"
"I should be the one to ask you this." Ye Xieming's eyes were gloomy. "Why didn't you hide? Why didn't you dodge that sword just now? If I hadn't made the move, you would still be standing here unscathed. "
"Me." Jing Yirong was speechless. Tell Ye Xieming whether it is possible for him to recover his memory. He is afraid that he will kill Yang Feng without hesitation now.
Jing Yirong simply didn't answer. He walked directly to Yang Feng and squatted down. "How are you injured?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Yang Feng raised his eyes. There was still hatred like fire in his pupils. Jing Yirong walked behind Yang Feng and did not give him any chance to use his inner strength to heal Yang Feng. Although this little inner strength was not enough to let Yang Feng Feng recovered but was able to save his life.
"Jing Yirong, you have remembered something, haven't you?" Ye Xieming stood not far away and looked down at Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong didn't speak. Ye Xieming's evil eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Instead of you thinking of everything and leaving me, why don't I kill everyone related to you in the past first?"
After Ye Xieming finished speaking, he waved his palm towards Yang Feng again. Jing Yirong should have expected Ye Xieming's intelligence. How could he not notice her abnormality? Even though she hasn't remembered everything yet, she gradually felt comfortable. Her awakening instinct brings her closer and closer to her past.
Jing Yirong hurriedly jumped up and landed in front of Yang Feng and took Ye Xieming's palm. "Ye Xieming. You worry too much."
"You probably don't know that I've been worried about you since the first day I met you." Ye Xieming said while still making moves. The moves were fast and cruel. He didn't care at all that he would hurt Jing Yi. Rong. He just wants to kill Yang Feng now. Kill anyone who can remind him of the past. If he hurts Jing Yirong, he can only shed some blood to heal her injury.
Jing Yirong couldn't find words to refute because of Ye Xieming's words. But she still tried her best to protect Yang Feng. There was no reason. Just because of the inexplicable guilt in her heart. Just because Yang Feng kept mentioning Xiao Yan with eyes. The pain in her heart and the hatred towards her. What's more, there seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her to protect this man for Xiao Yan.
Ye Xieming was seriously injured. Jing Yirong's martial arts skills had already returned to his body as the memory faded. Therefore, Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong only had a draw in the end. The fight between the two was simply unbearable. See their moves clearly. This is the real master showdown.
Xue Li looked anxiously at Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming. He looked at Yue Nu for help. "Why are sister Yirong and brother Ming fighting?"
"Because there are problems that cannot be solved." Yue Slave replied calmly. He has never been qualified to interfere in the master's affairs. How could the slave have such qualifications?
"Sister Yi Rong, please stop hitting me." Xue Li shouted anxiously.
Jing Yirong heard Xue Li's cry and looked over distractedly. Ye Xieming seized the opportunity and waved away at Yang Feng who was lying on the ground. Jing Yirong suddenly came to his senses and rushed to Yang Feng's face. He blocked this palm for Yang Feng.
"You." Ye Xieming stared at the blood dripping from the corner of Jing Yirong's mouth. He was angry and annoyed.
Jing Yirong stroked his injured shoulder. "Ye Xieming, you can't kill him."
Yang Feng looked at Jing Yirong's back in surprise. He was already surprised by her action. The last thing he expected was that she would beg him with her own body. Yang Feng said weakly, "Why. Why? You have to save me. Have you lost your memory?"
Jing Yirong did not answer. He just still stood in front of Yang Feng and faced Ye Xieming. "Ye Xieming, if what you are afraid of is that the appearance of someone you were familiar with will remember me and restore your memory, then you don't need to be afraid at all. Because. Even when he didn't show up, I seemed to have remembered something."
Ye Xieming stared at Jing Yirong in disbelief. He was shocked and scared. Really scared. It was as if the only thing he cared about in this life was slowly disappearing. And all he could do was just watch her. Disappeared. This kind of helplessness and fear only appeared when he decided to live as Ye Xieming.
Jing Yirong stepped forward and approached Ye Xieming. "Tell me what exactly you are afraid of. Does it make you feel so scary when I regain my memory? Then what was the relationship between me and you before?"
Ye Xieming suddenly pulled Jing Yirong up. He used Qinggong to gently lift the injured Yang Feng, leaving Yue Nu and Xue Li where they were. He hugged Jing Yirong and quickly moved forward without saying a word. The flying knife cut the skin of the two of them. At this time, he seemed unconscious and did not know the pain.
Jing Yirong allowed Ye Xieming to hold her. She seemed to be able to feel Ye Xieming's fear, because she felt the same as him in her heart. She felt a little afraid of the lost memory. .Afraid that that memory would make her hate Ye Xieming.