Xue Li was hugged by Jing Yirong but looked confused. "Sister Yirong, what's wrong with you?"
"Do you want to see your parents?" Jing Yirong let go of Xue Li from his arms and looked at Xue Li quietly. This was their real meeting since they left the Netherworld Valley that day. Jing Yirong said He touched Xue Li's eyes with his hand. "Your eyes are very similar to your mother's."
Xue Li stared at Jing Yirong in surprise. "Sister Yirong has met my mother."
"Well. One day I will bring the Yumo Sword to see you."
Xue Li couldn't understand Jing Yirong's words. He just had a great desire for the mother in Jing Yirong's mouth. Brother Ye once told himself that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. But she had never seen it before. she.
"Miss Jing, the master is waiting for you two to have dinner." Yue Nu appeared behind Jing Yirong at some unknown time.
Jing Yirong glanced at Yue Nu coldly. Without saying anything, she took Xue Li's hand and walked towards Ye Xieming.
As soon as they arrived in the hall, Xue Li broke away from Jing Yirong's hand and sat in front of the dining table. She felt very hungry when she got up in the morning. Jing Yirong stood at the door without taking a step forward. Ye Xieming raised his eyes. "Why are you standing there? Move. Don’t forget to accompany Xuanxuan to the temple fair later.”
Jing Yirong's face was expressionless. His eyes as cold as the winter wind fell directly on Ye Xieming. There was even a trace of resentment in his eyes. Ye Xieming was shocked. "You..."
"Ye Xieming. This scene is over." His tone was calm and decisive, leaving no room for resistance.
Ye Xieming stood up slowly. "You have recovered your memory."
Jing Yirong did not answer Ye Xieming's words. He directly struck Ye Xieming's vitals with his palm. Ye Xieming's figure flashed and came behind Jing Yirong. He leaned against Jing Yirong's earlobe and whispered, "Restored the previous memory. Have you forgotten the memories of the past few months?"
Jing Yirong turned around and waved his palm. Ye Xieming jumped up and opened the distance between himself and Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong's cold eyes were filled with disgust. "I only remember that you, Ye Xieming, deserve to be killed."
Seeing such a familiar look of disgust in Jing Yirong's eyes, Ye Xieming only felt angry and sad. With a sharp look in his eyes, he attacked Jing Yirong unceremoniously. Seeing the situation, Jing Yirong hurriedly fought back and the two started fighting again. Yue Nu had been standing by the table without moving. He only occasionally comforted Xue Li and explained to her that the two men were just playing for fun.
After a few moves, Ye Xieming hugged Jing Yirong in his arms. His right arm fell on Jing Yirong's chest and held it tightly. He was so strong that he clearly had the urge to rub Jing Yirong into his body.
"Ye Xieming, you are looking for death." Jing Yirong could not break free from Ye Xieming's arm and warned through gritted teeth.
"How could you forget." Ye Xieming's deep voice was filled with pain. Jing Yirong's struggling body instantly stiffened. After a long time, Ye Xieming sighed again. "How could you look at me with disgust again? Jing Yi You are basically sent by God to torture me."
Jing Yirong listened quietly to Ye Xieming's words. There was no answer or rebuttal. Ye Xieming roared hoarsely like a wounded beast. "You just met Nalan Qingyi first. You would have done the same if you had met me first." The one who fell in love with me first, Jing Yirong, I, Ye Xieming, am the only one in this world who is worthy of you."
Nalan Qingyi's name burst into Jing Yirong's mind like lightning. It also broke all Jing Yirong's peace. She used ten levels of skill to break free from Ye Xieming's arms. She turned around and retreated five meters away. Kaiwai looked at me with a cold eyebrow. "Ye Xieming, now that I have recovered my memory, you have no reason to take Xue Li with you and return him to Ye Yu."
"You think I will do what you say." Ye Xieming simply returned to his previous pride. "Why should I, Ye Xieming, listen to you?"
Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming carefully and then looked at Xue Li. In the end, unexpectedly, he stopped entangled with Ye Xieming and turned around and flew away, leaving all of Ye Xieming's anger and unwillingness behind him. .
Ye Xieming clenched his hands tightly. Jing Yirong, you forced me to do everything. You chose to leave me just to give me the opportunity to eliminate the people around you one after another. I will let you come to me and beg me.
Jing Yirong found a horse. His mind was filled with recovered memories and the past few months of getting along with Ye Xieming. He thought of his closeness to Ye Xieming again and again. He thought of his heart that once beat because of Ye Xieming. Jing Yirong thought of Ye Xieming. Yi Rong's hand holding the reins strengthened. Why. Why not just let her forget everything in the past few months with Ye Xieming. Otherwise, how could she be in so much pain now? In the past three months of losing her memory, .Her attitude towards everyone hurts Nalan Qingyi and Xiao Yan...
Jing Yirong's heart seemed to be torn open. Blood flowed out from the wound and she had no chance to repair it. She swung the whip in her hand hard. The horse ran forward like crazy. Jing Yirong Rong didn't seem to notice that the horse was going a little crazy. He still didn't give up and kept whipping one whip after another.
The horse seemed to sense that its owner was going crazy. Then it went completely crazy and ran wildly in the woods. Its whole body jumped and twisted. Jing Yirong, who was in a daze, gave up struggling and saving herself. She let the horse throw her away. .
Jing Yirong could usually avoid the hurt by just flying lightly, but now she didn't want to avoid it. Only when her body landed on the road covered with pebbles did Jing Yirong feel the heartbreaking pain in her back. A sad smile appeared at the corner of Rong's mouth. It hurt like this. Only such heart-wrenching pain could suppress the pain in her heart.
Jing Yirong had no intention of getting up and just lay quietly on the ground. She felt the warm blood flowing out from her back. Jing Yirong still didn't move at all. Just this time, let her give up her body. Only now. Only by torturing herself can she feel less guilty about Xiao Yan. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
A sound of footsteps gradually approached. What appeared on the road was a carriage. The carriage's gorgeous appearance showed at a glance that it was not an ordinary person. What's more, there were several people riding horses on both sides of the carriage. Each of them wore a Equipped with swords. In this way, no one would dare to approach them.
The man who was leading the way on horseback spotted Jing Yirong lying in front of the road. He quickly raised his hand and stopped the team.
A deep yet crisp voice immediately came from the carriage. It was impossible to tell the man or woman for a moment. "Why did you stop?"
The man immediately jumped off his horse and walked to the carriage and clasped his hands respectfully. "Young Master, there is an injured girl in front of you and is blocking the road. So..."
The people in the sedan listened for a long time before gently opening the curtain. It turned out to be a young and handsome man. He looked far away. Sure enough, he saw a woman lying on the road. Her snow-white clothes were stained with blood. Her face was pale, and her eyes seemed to be filled with all kinds of pain. But even so, people couldn't ignore her appearance. She was so beautiful that it made people feel as if she was in a trance. Her clean body made people feel that she was a fairy taking a rest in the world.
The man looked at the men beside him. "Go forward and see if you are seriously injured. If you are seriously injured, take him with you."
"Yes, young master." After obeying the order, the man walked to Jing Yirong and knelt down. He called softly, "Miss. Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Someone was calling him. Jing Yirong turned his head slightly. An unfamiliar appearance came into view. Seeing that the woman in front of him was still conscious, the man smiled quickly. "Girl, my young master saw that you were injured and wanted to take her into the city with her."
Jing Yirong glanced at the man and then at the carriage not far away but said nothing. All she knew was that she was in the way. She struggled to stand up but frowned because of the injury on her back.
"Girl." The man wanted to help but was hindered by etiquette and could only watch Jing Yirong stand up on his own. When he saw Jing Yirong's blood-soaked back, he couldn't help but shout. "Girl, what are you doing? He would be so seriously injured.”
Jing Yirong remained silent and ignored the man. She walked forward step by step. She didn't need anyone's help now. No.
"Girl." The man walked up to Jing Yirong. "The girl is too seriously injured and cannot walk by force. My young master..."
"Go away." Jing Yirong's gloomy gaze fell on the man. "Don't mess with me."
"I..." The man looked helplessly at the carriage. He saw his master shaking his head at himself. The man resigned helplessly and walked to the carriage and got on the horse. He had never seen a person who didn't need help.
The motorcade continued to move forward. The man in the carriage lifted the curtain and his inquiring eyes fell on Jing Yirong. He was sure that the woman was seriously injured. And her back had not stopped bleeding because there was still blood from her body. The hem of his clothes dripped to the ground. Even if it just leaked out like this, she would probably drain all the blood from her body sooner or later.
"Stop." The man finally couldn't help shouting. The carriage stopped. The man jumped out of the carriage and walked to Jing Yirong. "Girl, you are seriously injured and must be treated."
Jing Yirong glanced at the man sideways and ignored his concern. She still said coldly, "Get out."
"I am Ding Dang, the young master of Siyuzhuang. I don't have any ill intentions towards the girl. It's just that if the girl's injury is not treated, it will be worse." Ding Dang had no choice but to reveal his identity.
Jing Yirong stopped and turned to look at the man. He was Ding Dang, who ranked eighth in the world.
Ding Dang hurriedly stepped forward. "The girl is now willing to listen to what I have to say. The girl's injury..."
"Where are you going?" Jing Yirong suddenly asked.
Ding Dang was stunned for a moment and then remained silent for a while before saying, "Netherworld City."
"We're just on our way. Let's go together." Jing Yirong said and got into Ding Dang's carriage. Ding Dang was stunned and couldn't help laughing. He had saved so many people and had never seen such an injured person. There was no trace of anything on his face. There was no pain, but he refused the kindness of others. Now he got into his carriage without waiting for his answer. It seemed that this man was a born decision-maker.
Jing Yirong and Ding Dang entered an unknown city. Ding Dang found a famous female doctor for Jing Yirong to check the injuries behind her. He originally thought that Jing Yirong would rest in the room that day, but unexpectedly she went to the lobby to dine. It seemed that she was right He didn't care at all about the injury on his back.
"What are you doing in Netherworld City?" Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang.
Ding Dang paused with the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and then put on a light smile. "I'm just doing something for my father."
Jing Yirong failed to ignore the vigilance in Ding Dang's eyes just now. As the third villa in the world, the young master of Siyuzhuang, no matter how harmless he is, is still a person living under the edge of a knife. How could he not have the slightest bit of Jianghu spirit? What flashed in his eyes just now That vague gaze already let Jing Yirong know that he was not simple. But no matter what, Jing Yirong always felt that there was something strange about him. An indescribable strangeness.
Ding Dang saw that Jing Yirong didn't speak and asked smoothly, "Where's the girl? Why is the girl going to Netherworld City?"
Jing Yirong frowned. Ding Dang knew how to read people's words and smiled carelessly. "If it's not convenient for me, girl, there's no need to tell me."