The force that was clamping on Yin Suwen's jaw corner disappeared instantly, and Zhang Shaoqing patted his wrinkled coat and didn't look at her again.

Yin Su asked, this time is different from the past. You are now in my pocket, and you are no longer qualified to negotiate with me. ”

At the same time, he threw Liu Feng a sentence of "look after her", Zhang Shaoqing turned his hand and instantly pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and took a few steps forward and went straight to Xinche.

In his expectation, Xinche's physical strength should have been almost exhausted at this time, and this sword was the final blow he wanted to avenge his wife's revenge.

Xin Che's last move subdued the dying dark guard, and although he didn't look back, he felt the subtle changes in the air fluctuations around him for the first time. After dealing with Zhang Shaoqing many times, Xin Che naturally knew what kind of narrow-minded person he was, thinking that he would always be opposed to him, and now that he had such an opportunity, he would definitely not give up with just two secret guards to deal with.

Xin Che, who had been on guard, was completely exposed when he was fighting with the two secret guards, worrying about Yin Suwen who was being held hostage, and on the other hand, he was guarding against any surprise attack by Zhang Shaoqing or Liu Feng. At this moment, the turmoil that contained the murderous machine in the softness rushed straight towards him without hesitation, and his heart echoed in an instant without being surprised, and the weapon made by the rosary had fiercely entangled the soft sword that stabbed at him.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he turned back, he not only saw Zhang Shaoqing with hatred in his eyes, but also saw Yin Suwen who followed closely behind him. At the last moment, Yin Suwen was obviously restrained by Zhang Shaoqing and could not move, and was facing the fate of being insulted, but at this moment, he had instantly followed his steps and came to him.

As shocked as Xinche was Zhang Shaoqing himself. He boasted of his strong martial arts, but he didn't notice at all how the weak and compromised Yin Suwen appeared behind him in an instant. In her hand, she held a golden scimitar tightly, the scimitar was cold and sharp, and the blade was mercilessly against her heart.

As far as the eye could see, Liu Feng had passed out under the big tree next to him with blood on his head, and Nanzhu next to him was holding a huge stone that was also stained with blood in a panic. Obviously, as soon as Zhang Shaoqing left, Nanzhu used all his strength to attack Liu Feng fiercely, and Yin Suwen, who was being held hostage, saw that he was going to sneak attack Xinche and rushed over regardless of it.

What Zhang Shaoqing can think of is that Yin Suwen at this moment is no longer the original Miss Yin, and there is no son of the Zhang family in her world. No one is more important than the monk called Xinche. What he didn't know was. The golden knife in Yin Suwen's hand was the gift that Xinche gave her to protect herself when she and Xinche first met.

This scimitar was as important to Yin Suwen as Shinche herself, and it was carefully kept and placed by her side until the day she got married. When she personally dressed herself up in the phoenix crown of the wedding. This golden knife was buried in the Yin Mansion along with the former Xinche. After her disappearance, Nam-joo was left homeless. Before leaving, he was not able to take anything from the Yin family, but he only stole the golden knife on his body. At the thrilling moment, with the courage of Nanzhu, Yin Suwen not only successfully escaped the clamp, but also retrieved the long-lost scimitar. Although, she doesn't remember much about the origin of this scimitar.

"You admit defeat, I won't kill you."

Yin Suwen's knife tip was a little harder, and it had even pierced Zhang Shaoqing's brocade clothes, directly close to his skin and spine. With a sharp blade behind him and a rosary binding sword in front of him, Zhang Shaoqing seems to have no advantage in this struggle.

With a slight exertion of Xin Che on the other side, most of the soft sword in his hand was broken in response. He was not afraid, but he suddenly laughed, and the smile was not good-looking, helpless, self-deprecating, and deeply sad. In this unusually hot summer mountain forest, the amnesiac Yin Suwen personally held the scimitar given by Xinche and threatened Zhang Shaoqing to let the two of them go free. That Xin Che was a monk, but Yin Suwen used to be his woman.

As soon as he let go, he completely threw away the half of the broken sword in his hand, and did not entangle with Xin Che more, but turned directly to Yin Suwen, who was holding the knife.

Such Yin Suwen should not have killed anyone yet, but despite the advantage of fighting, her fingers holding the knife still trembled irrepressibly. The trembling was slight, but Zhang Shaoqing felt it, no matter whether he still had memories or not, he was confident that Yin Suwen would not be willing to hurt himself, and that confidence was unreasonable, but it couldn't stop him Zhang Shaoqing has always been an unreasonable madman.

It was a not very exciting scuffle, and thin sweat stains oozed from everyone's face and body. Because of nervousness, Yin Suwen's forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, sticking to a few strands of messy hair. Zhang Shaoqing turned around and looked at her in a daze, feeling that she was still so beautiful, and at the same time had some small regrets, why didn't she know how to cherish it at that time.

He reached out to brush the strands of hair for her, but his hand was raised in the air but he paused abruptly. Yin Suwen's face was solemn, and the tip of the knife in his hand moved forward a little closer.

"If you dare to act recklessly, this knife will be stabbed directly."

She warned him sharply not to think about it again, but at this time, Zhang Shaoqing seemed to be enchanted, and he didn't feel the pain of the blade cutting through his skin at all, but only felt that Yin Suwen, who gritted his teeth and was indifferent and angry, was so cute and beautiful.

"Is that how you reject me?"

He didn't pay any attention to Yin Suwen's warnings and accusations, and his hand, which had paused in mid-air, still slowly raised, and finally landed lightly on her cheek. He looked at her with a shallow smile, his eyebrows affectionate, and his fingers ran nostalgically through her hair and couldn't bear to let go. There was no more anger and evil on his face, but only gentleness and sadness, Zhang Shaoqing at this time was not a cruel Zhang master, but more like the gentle Zhang family boy in the Yin Mansion Garden ten years ago.

"Susu, I love you, you know it. Come home with me. ”

Yin Suwen keenly felt the huge change in Zhang Shaoqing's close proximity, this change was like a turbulent but warm wave, and a wave hit her almost drowning her. Following Zhang Shaoqing's gaze, she herself was a little confused and confused. Who is he, and the "love" he says is clearly familiar.

"Susu!"

Xin Che couldn't see Zhang Shaoqing's emotional changes, but he saw Yin Suwen's confused gaffe for the first time, and a dull pain suddenly felt somewhere in his heart, and the pain startled him so much that he lost his voice and called Yin Suwen to look at him. He was very scared that the evil Zhang Shaoqing was going to use some evil magic to completely confuse Yin Suwen.

Yin Suwen, who was called, seemed to be awake for a moment, and she was about to look up at Xinche, but she only felt a warm and sweet breath coming to her face. Her face was stained with a gushing blood stain for a moment, and Zhang Shaoqing was holding her knife-holding hand tightly, half-forcing her to stab the sharp blade into his chest with herself.

"Yin Su asked, in this way, are you willing to remember me?" (To be continued......)