"Jinyu, you belong to this king alone. Mu Ze couldn't wait to say a word, and engraved this sentence in Yuan Jinyu's heart, erasing the mark left by another man in her heart.

Yuan Jinyu felt her heart pounding and racing, and she was a little at a loss.

In the end, he had to smile and turn his head: "You man, why are you so domineering." ”

"This king is your husband, don't be overbearing to you, is it possible that he still connived at you to see other men?" Mu Ze raised his eyebrows, and the domineering spirit that looked at the world returned to him in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Jinyu burst out laughing and reached out to hold his arm: "Okay, let's go back and study how to find out the cause of my amnesia." Ling Hanxiao here, he definitely won't say it. We have to find other people to make it. ”

Mu Ze followed behind her, and just wanted to ask something, but Yuan Jinyu opened his mouth again: "And, you have to tell me what happened during the time you came to Southern Xinjiang, otherwise I can't make a judgment." ”

Mu Ze knew that Yuan Jinyu was in a dilemma, sighed heavily in his heart, and pinched her face: "Wait for you to recover your memory, see how I punish you." ”

Yuan Jinyu coughed a little weakly, she always felt that if what Mu Ze said was true, when that day came, she would definitely become extremely miserable.

So when she looked at Mu Ze again, her eyes were flattering.

Who knew that before she could say anything good, Mu Ze interrupted her: "It's useless for you to ask this king now." ”

Yuan Jinyu pursed his lips, turned his head and whispered: "Stingy man." ”

Who knew that as soon as the words fell, Mu Ze's cold and hard voice sounded: "What is Jinyu scolding this king?"

Yuan Jinyu complained bitterly in her heart, thinking that this man was not deaf, how could he still know that he was scolding her?

So she hurriedly turned her head and smiled flatteringly: "No, Brother Jiu, I didn't say anything." ”

Afraid that Mu Ze wouldn't believe it, she hurriedly added: "Really, you believe me." ”

"Well, this king believes in you. Seeing Yuan Jinyu smiling again, Mu Ze silently swallowed back the words "it's weird".

Returning to Yuan Jinyu's house, seeing that her room had become magnificent, and at a glance she could think of who gave her these things, Mu Ze couldn't help but darken his face.

When he looked at Yuan Jinyu again, he really made up his mind that when Yuan Jinyu was cured in the future, he would punish her well.

Yuan Jinyu sat on the side like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law, feeling Mu Ze's eyes, and shrunk for a moment.

Mu Ze began to speak slowly, talking about the previous events. Regarding the part in the capital, he simply skipped it, and when he arrived in southern Xinjiang, he said it more carefully.

Yuan Jinyu listened extremely carefully, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what Ling Hanxiao said was full of mistakes and omissions.

"Then the king fell down the valley, and you fell into the hands of Ling Hanxiao. When the king comes up from under the valley in a month's time, you will be like this. After Mu Ze finished speaking to Yuan Jinyu, he took another sip of tea slowly.

"What happened to the month you fell?What happened?The situation was so critical at that time, you were almost buried by falling rocks, didn't you?" Yuan Jinyu looked at Mu Ze with tears in his eyes, making his heart ache suddenly.

Hurriedly hugged her over, coaxed and coaxed: "Because you have lost your memory, there are some things that I can't say to you, if you are sober, you will know that this king never lies to you." Since I said I'd come back to you, I won't die. In fact, I had already seen Ling Nanshuang with my peripheral vision, and it was she who gestured to me, so I fell, and in an instant, I passed through the open door and fell to the realm of the Rakshasa Gate.

Yuan Jinyu stopped crying, but his hand was still holding the corner of Mu Ze's clothes, looking like he was afraid that he would leave him.

Mu Ze rubbed her head: "Didn't I come back, and brought back Jin Heng, as long as you find out the problem with your body, we can leave here." ”

Yuan Jinyu was silent and did not reply. The main reason is that she has been playing with two thoughts now, and neither can win against the other.

But the one in her heart was obviously more intense, making her believe in Mu Ze. Especially when Mu Ze said that he threw himself up, but he fell into the valley, his heart was about to break.

This kind of feeling should be like someone.

"No matter what, I'm going to find out the truth. Yuan Jinyu said firmly to Mu Ze.

Mu Ze just rubbed her head and didn't speak.

The two of them simply had a little food at night, and Ling Hanxiao never appeared in front of them. After the meal, Yuan Jinyu really spent too much energy today, and by the time Mu Ze cleaned up the table, Yuan Jinyu had already fallen asleep on the bed.

He hesitated, then took off his coat, lay down beside Yuan Jinyu, and hugged her into his arms.

Yuan Jinyu, who was asleep, seemed to feel the familiar warmth of this embrace, turned over, nested directly in his arms, and rubbed in it, looking for a more comfortable place.

Mu Ze looked at her eyebrows, and couldn't help but think about what had happened in the Rakshasa Gate in the past month.

When I first fell underneath, it was actually a secret passage. Now that the road to the Spirit Valley has been blocked, if he wants to go back to find Yuan Jinyu, he must go to the people of the Rakshasa Gate for help.

The secret passages are also staggered, and the mechanisms are heavy, and he already has old injuries, and when he walked to the realm of the Rakshasa Gate, he was already exhausted, so he was defenseless, and he was directly captured by the people of the Rakshasa Gate.

The Rakshasa Gate has been both good and evil for so many years, walking the rivers and lakes, and never asking about the affairs of the court, but among them, there are still some people who recognize at a glance that this is the general of the dynasty, King Ning Muze.

It is rumored that Mu Ze is fighting in southern Xinjiang at the moment, assessing the riots, and these people from the Rakshasa Gate obviously don't know how he can appear here.

But since it has landed in the realm of the Rakshasa Gate, one qiē must follow the rules of the Rakshasa Gate.

Several Dharma protectors said that they would kill Mu Ze directly. Mu Ze was worried about Yuan Jinyu in his heart, so naturally it was impossible for these people to kill him, and after a few days, although he was not really killed, he was tortured and was not far from death.

He didn't have any tokens on him, and when he asked the people from the Rakshasa Gate, he also said that there was no such person as Jin Heng, so he guessed whether Jin Heng had changed his name.

He waited in the dungeon for a few days, and finally waited for a chance to go out.

The people of the Rakshasa Gate provoked an unknown force, and at this moment, those people actually knew that the traitors of the Rakshasa Gate had appeared outside the position of the Rakshasa Gate, and they were about to attack it.

Mu Ze took the initiative to ask Ying to deal with these people.

Naturally, he didn't want to show how strong his martial arts were, but because he was too arrogant, those people from the Rakshasa Gate obviously wanted him to die and really threw him out.

Mu Ze saw that more than half of the doors of the Rakshasa Gate were looking at him from above the mountain gate, and he was wearing a bloody robe, and slowly walked down the mountain with a sword step by step.

On the opposite side was a group of reckless people, who had no idea where this man came from.

Mu Ze raised his sword slightly, pointed at these people, but turned back and asked a Dharma protector: "If I can really force them back, let me see Jin Heng, how about it?"

The Dharma protector was a little impatient: "It's all said, up and down the Rakshasa Gate, there is no one called Jin Heng." ”

Mu Ze didn't argue anything, just looked at those people's faces one by one, and then used his internal strength and rushed towards those people.

For so many years, the swordsmanship he practiced was to seal his throat with blood, which was extremely powerful, but even so, new and old injuries broke out, and the number of opponents was too large, he still gradually fell behind.

Those reckless rivers and lakes seemed to be addicted to fighting with him, and deliberately dragged it out and didn't solve it, like a cat catching a mouse, adding one injury after another to his body.

Finally, when Mu Ze was about to fall, he was a little discouraged. Originally, he didn't come to win, he just hoped that the person named Jin Heng would take the initiative to stand up.

But now that he was about to be killed by this person, Jin Heng still didn't appear. He knew that the man might not come forward.

Once a person loses his fighting spirit, he is faced with an extremely dangerous situation.

The sword in Mu Ze's hand had broken in half, and many of those Jianghu people had been killed by him, but there were obviously more left. At this moment, the highest martial arts among them had already stood up, and that person didn't use a sword, but the fist in his hand seemed to contain great power.

Mu Ze still sat slumped in place, holding his broken sword in his hand, his eyes a little decadent.

Those reckless people laughed when they saw his decadent expression.

As for the person who stepped forward, it was clear that he wanted to tear his head off with a punch.

He raised his hand and aimed it at Mu Ze's head, just shouting, "It's over!" and threw his fist over.

But when it was too late, Mu Ze didn't know why, his body seemed to burst out of potential again, and he actually blocked the man's attack with his forearm, and then did a somersault, directly cutting the man's neck with a single sword.

He stood away, his shirt soaked with blood and his eyes red, but he looked at his hands in disbelief.

He didn't understand how he could make a move, obviously he didn't have any strength at all.

But when he saw the broken sword and the blood on it, a smiling figure appeared in his mind.

The little girl would always follow him gently and gently, make clothes for him, give him gifts, and wait to hold all the good things in front of him with both hands.

He knows that Yuan Jinyu has never been a weak character, others respect her for a foot, and she will pay it back, but if others bully her, she will return it a hundred times.

What she likes to watch the most is when she smiles slyly at herself and plays tricks to teach those who want to kill her a lesson.

But like this, in front of herself, she always looks like a little daughter's home, how can she not feel pity?