Jing Yirong and Nalan Zhenqi both looked at Xiao Yan in confusion, wondering why Xiao Yan's words were so difficult for them to understand.
"Her memory has been changed." Ye Xieming knew immediately that this was Ye Ze's doing. "I can erase a person's memory, and Ye Ze can change a person's memory."
"So now in sister Xiao Yan's memory, we are her enemies?" Nalan Zhenqi still found it incredible, "If the memory can disappear and change so easily, then what is the meaning of everything that happened so unforgettablely?"
Ye Xieming looked at Nalan Zhenqi, "Not everything that is unforgettable can be remembered."
Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan intently, and her Xiao Yan was standing in front of her eyes. How many times had she regretted that she had not handed Xiao Yan her hand? She was really glad that she was still alive, no matter whether she really hated her or not.
He might kill her, but as long as she lives, that's enough.
Before everyone could wake up from the surprise and shock, Xiao Yan had already slashed at Jing Yirong with a knife. Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly protected Xiao Qier behind him, and Ye Xieming also pulled Jing Yirong behind him.
, deal with Xiao Yan by yourself.
Ye Xieming only defends but does not attack. He understands Xiao Yan's position in Jing Yirong's heart too well. He understands the feeling of recovery better than anyone else. I'm afraid Jing Yirong will be heartbroken if Xiao Yan is even slightly injured now.
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Xiao Yan's martial arts skills were much inferior to Ye Xieming's. Ye Xieming did not harm Xiao Yan, but he still turned Xiao Yan around like a toy.
Xiao Yan was despised by Ye Xieming and the fact that she couldn't defeat Ye Xieming made her angry. She looked at Jing Yirong standing behind Ye Xieming with angry eyes. She couldn't take revenge at all because she couldn't even get close to Jing Yirong.
Clothes and appearance.
During the fight, Ye Xieming gently stretched out his foot and tripped Xiao Yan to the ground. Xiao Yan fell in front of the four people in a embarrassed shape. When she raised her head, her eyes fell on Ye Xieming's feet, which were wrapped in bandages.
The blood had begun to bleed, and a proud smile appeared on Xiao Yan's lips. She finally knew where Ye Xieming's weak point was now.
Xiao Yan grabbed the knife that fell on the ground and slashed it at Ye Xieming. Ye Xieming reached out and grabbed Xiao Yan's fallen blade without any effort. Xiao Yan then curled up her lips and smiled and raised one foot.
When Ye Xieming wasn't paying attention, he kicked Ye Xieming's injured leg hard.
"Cough." Ye Xieming coughed, and the pain in his leg made him let go of Xiao Yan's hand.
Xiao Yan seized the opportunity and took out several hidden weapons from her body and shot them at Ye Xieming's legs. Ye Xieming was shocked and quickly stretched out his palm to wave away the hidden weapons. He turned around and accidentally saw Jing Yirong's worried expression.
, he knew very well that one strike of his palm would directly hit the hidden weapon back to Xiao Yan's body. Jing Yirong's frowned eyebrows made Ye Xieming forcefully retract his hand, and watched with his own eyes as several hidden weapons were shot into his legs.
Xiao Yan was not the only one who was surprised, even Jing Yirong was speechless. He could have avoided it...
Ye Xieming's body took a few steps back. The injured leg could hardly move anymore, and black blood flowed from the wound. Nalan Zhenqi was shocked, "The hidden weapon is poisonous."
Jing Yirong immediately tapped Ye Xieming's acupuncture point, "Don't use your true energy from now on, otherwise the poison will flow along the blood to your heart and you will die."
"Are you worried about me?" Ye Xieming asked with a smile.
Jing Yirong glanced at Ye Xieming and didn't answer. He just walked up to Xiao Yan and said, "I am the person you want to kill."
"You have been hiding behind them like a turtle, but I have no choice but to force you out like this." Xiao Yan raised her head proudly, "The poison on the hidden weapon was prepared by Yeze for Ye Xieming.
, after all, ordinary poisons cannot hurt Ye Xieming at all. Yeze also said that if there is no antidote within an hour, not even the Daluo Immortal can save him."
"Do you really want to kill me?" Jing Yirong asked again as if he didn't want to believe it.
Xiao Yan's eyes were full of murderous intent, "I have been thinking about killing you every minute and every second since I woke up."
"I was indeed wrong. I should not have let go of your hand." Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan, "No matter what you become now, I will not blame you. These are all caused by me. Xiao Yan
Yan, I have never thought about fighting you, but now I think I have no choice. I will not use my inner strength against you, but can you promise me that if you lose, come back to me? I will let you
Slowly I remembered the real things that happened between us."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiao Yan couldn't listen to every word Jing Yirong said. Now she only wanted to kill Jing Yirong. While Jing Yirong continued Xiao Yan's moves, she was helpless that one day she would
He faced Xiao Yan with a knife.
Even if Jing Yirong didn't use her inner strength, her swordsmanship was several levels higher than Xiao Yan's. It's just that Xiao Yan saw that Jing Yirong would not take the initiative to attack her, so she used ten levels of strength every time.
Without giving Jing Yirong a chance to retreat, someone must lie down today.
Jing Yirong gave in again and again, but in exchange for Xiao Yan pressing harder and harder, her body was already pressed against the wall and there was no way to retreat. Jing Yirong could only attack, attacking Xiao Yan like a snake with smart moves.
Xiao Yan couldn't resist Jing Yirong's attack, and Jing Yirong's sword was about to stab her in the chest.
Jing Yirong did not expect that Xiao Yan would not be able to dodge this move of hers, so she was frightened and hurriedly put away her sword style and stepped back. Xiao Yan had already seen through that Jing Yirong would not hurt herself, and she quickly moved towards Jing Yirong's sword.
run.
Jing Yirong's retreating pace quickened, and her body hit the wall again, but Xiao Yan was about to knock the sword from Jing Yirong's hand before she could stop. Jing Yirong had no choice but to put away the sword in her hand, and Xiao Yan wanted to
Just like Jing Yirong's action, she took out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed Jing Yirong.
The distance between them has shortened to less than half a meter, and Jing Yirong has no way out. It is impossible to escape at this time. Of course, unless Jing Yirong uses his inner strength to attack with a palm, then she will not be able to escape.
Shi Xiaoyan was probably seriously injured, so Xiao Yan was betting that Jing Yirong would not hurt her. Xiao Yan poured all her strength into this dagger.
Jing Yirong didn't resist, and instead let go of her clenched hand at this moment, treating it as returning it to her. She didn't hold her hand on the cliff, so now the sword was treated as returning it to her.
Jing Yirong felt warm liquid spray onto her cheek, and her nose was filled with the smell of blood. The pain did not arrive, but she heard Xiao Qier's exclamation in her ears.
An ominous premonition welled up from the bottom of his heart. Jing Yirong opened his eyes. Ye Xieming's arm was blocking his chest. A bloody dagger penetrated his entire arm. There was blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
Jing Yirong raised his head and looked at Ye Xieming in surprise. His face was covered by a mask, but the sweat dripping from his chin revealed Ye Xieming's current pain.
Ye Xieming's other hand pinched Xiao Yan's neck. He didn't care at all about his stabbed arm. He looked at Xiao Yan with angry eyes, "If you dare to touch Jing Yirong again, I will crush him to death right now."
you."
Xiao Yan was not intimidated by Ye Xieming's fierceness. She pulled out the dagger inserted into Ye Xieming's arm without hesitation. Warm blood hit her again. Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming's trembling eyes.
The arms can no longer find their own mood.
Ye Xieming moved, loosened his grip on Xiao Yan's neck, and took a few steps back. His somewhat weak body leaned against Jing Yirong's body. His heavy breathing and his tightly furrowed brows were enough.
Showing his pain.
Jing Yirong supported Ye Xieming's body and held his injured hand, concern and worry overflowing uncontrollably, "How are you?"
"It's okay," Ye Xieming replied weakly.
Xiao Yan took advantage of Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming to ignore her, and suddenly stabbed Nalan Zhenqi and Xiao Qier who were standing by with the bloody dagger. Nalan Zhenqi looked at Xiao in shock.
Yan's cheeks became bigger and bigger in front of her. This was his sister Xiao Yan. Nalan Zhenqi's body seemed to be frozen and she couldn't even resist, but she just protected little Qier behind her.
Ye Xieming was the first to see Xiao Yan's intention. He moved his body without thinking and used his body to protect Nalan Zhenqi behind him. Xiao Yan's sword left traces on Ye Xieming's chest again this time.
The poison in the body rushed towards the head and organs due to Ye Xieming's lifting force, and Ye Xieming felt a pain in his heart and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Ye Xieming's body slowly falling in front of him in confusion. Did he save himself?
Jing Yirong hurriedly ran to Ye Xieming and picked up Ye Xieming, "What are you doing?! Do you know that you will die if you continue like this! You don't have to do this at all, you can ignore Xiao Yan.
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"What I care about is you." Ye Xieming smiled, "I have always cared about you. You will feel bad if Xiao Yan is hurt, you will still be hurt if Nalan Zhenqi is hurt, and you will be hurt the least if I am hurt.
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Jing Yirong pressed the wounds on Ye Xieming's body, unable to answer Ye Xieming's words.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Xiao Yan who was standing by and smiling. He let go of Xiao Qier's hand and walked to Xiao Yan. He picked up the knife that Xiao Yan had just used on the ground and said, "Sister Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore."
I made you hurt the master."
"Zhenqi," Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi's back.
Nalan Zhenqi turned his head and smiled, "Master, if you have to hurt some people to protect some people, then let me do it this time. Not all the pain should be borne by you."
"Looking for death," Xiao Yan rushed up while Nalan Zhenqi and Jing Yirong were talking.
Nalan Zhenqi held the knife tightly, he could not be soft-hearted!
Nalan Zhenqi and Xiao Yan both used all their special skills and vowed to decide the winner.
Jing Yirong had no intention of watching them fight. Now all her thoughts were on Ye Xieming. The steady flow of blood frightened Jing Yirong, "You can't die. You owe me too much. You must not
die."
"Are you moved?" Ye Xieming's hand covered Jing Yirong's hand, "Have you been moved even for just a moment?"
"Don't ask such a question. Even I don't know how to answer you." Jing Yi looked at Ye Xieming at a loss, "I really don't know how to answer, my heart is very confused."
"It turns out that I can also affect your heartbeat." Ye Xieming smiled with satisfaction, "That's enough, that's all."
Listening to the conversation between Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming, Xiao Qier suddenly began to feel sorry for Ye Xieming. After all, her blood was flowing in her body. Although she knew that he was very excessive to her mother in the past, but since
After seeing him, he didn't seem so bad anymore, and he was really too kind to his mother.
Xiao Qier shook her head and thought, and suddenly felt a hand behind her pulling her clothes. When she turned around, she realized that there was no one behind her, but there was a strong force pulling her back. Xiao Qier
No matter how hard he struggled, his body kept retreating.