After that, no outsiders came to the bamboo house, Xuan Yi didn't know where he went, he never came back, and the whereabouts of the dancing lotus were also erratic.

Her appetite was surprisingly good, but her limbs were still slender and her belly wasn't very large. Sister-in-law Li spends most of the day preparing food and medicine for her, and only the child in her womb accompanies her.

Many times her heart is empty, and she often sits all day. She began to hope for the arrival of this child, and every then the grim face appeared in her mind.

After sitting idle, she remembered that day, Wulian unintentionally mentioned: "You are so useless now, and you are so good at kung fu that a girl stumbles." ”

She was surprised and couldn't help but ask, but Wulian said quickly: "If you have amnesia, I'm afraid you haven't even forgotten the ability to practice all your life!" ”

When she asked more carefully, Wulian refused to say more, and only brought a sword over and said it was hers.

It turned out that the sword she saw that night when she was living in another room was hers. When she got her hands on it, she was convinced that the familiar feeling was so real.

Even if she knew this, she couldn't do anything, and it was too far away to go to the end of the world with a sword, because she was not alone. And then there is every inch of the world outside the bamboo house, which is unfamiliar, and she can't do anything.

Thinking that the only thing besides her martial arts knowledge was her name, "Dugu Muyu? She muttered to herself.

"Sister-in-law Li, doesn't Wu Guo have the surname Dugu?" She looked back at Sister-in-law Li, who was sewing clothes.

Sister-in-law Li shook her head, neither affirmation nor denial, just said that she didn't know. Then she asked, "I talked about this with Princess Zhao that day, and I just remembered it." ”

Sister-in-law Li replied ambiguously: "I really don't know this, I am a woman and I have a short knowledge." However, it is rare to see a compound surname, and maybe there are Princess Hezhao who don't know. ”

Forget it, forget it. Xuan Yiding was instructed by Sister-in-law Li, who always avoided her, especially about her past. No further entanglement will be fruitless, so she simply gives up.

Seeing that she picked up the pen again, Sister-in-law Li quietly withdrew. The appearance of that person was already engraved in her heart, and she could sketch it perfectly without much embellishment.

I don't know when a tall shadow fell on the rice paper, forming a huge haze. Dugu Muyu could clearly hear his breathing, rapid and undisciplined, as if he was enduring it.

She hurriedly rolled up the rice paper, looking panicked. Xuan Yi snatched it straight away, and she didn't have the slightest room to struggle.

Jumping on the paper is a young man in a moon-white brocade robe, wearing a white jade crown on his head and a white jade belt on his waist, with an outstanding demeanor. It was such a face, and Xuan Yi was covered with a low haze when he saw it.

Seeing that the flat rice paper was about to be crumpled in Xuan Yi's hand, Dugu Muyu stretched out his hand anxiously and said, "Xuan Yi, give it back to me!" ”

Xuan Yi asked rhetorically, "Who is this?" There was absolute majesty in his low tone, and a pair of lazy phoenix eyes were also dyed with faint anger.

She said stubbornly: "You don't say a word about me, why should I tell you who the person in the painting is!" ”

"Not a word? Mu Yu, I told you, you don't believe it! Saying that, Xuan Yi showed a bewitching smile, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Mu Yu, do you want to say it, or do you not know who he is at all!" ”

If she knew, would she still be able to stay here! Regarding her cognition, Xuan Yi still has it.

"Do you know who he is?" Her tone was eager, full of anticipation.

The smile on Xuan Yi's face suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by a darker look. He sneered, "I know! ”

The joy on her face and the unconsciously raised lips were all expressing her expectation and joy. All this was extremely ironic in Xuan Yi's eyes, and a pair of Danqing suddenly turned into pieces in his hands.

"Xuan Yi!" Her fierce voice spilled over her lips before she could reach out and hold her hand to hold it.

Xuan Yi didn't respond, and his cold hard hand pinched her chin. "Dugu Muyu, just for such an ethereal person, you treat me like this! Mu Yu, I'm so good to you, can't you see half of it? ”

He almost roared, and his bechanting features were hideous, like a ghost. Just when she thought her jaw would be broken by him, he let go, and the slender hand slid over her red lips.

She shook off his hand vigorously and took a few hurried steps back. The person in front of her was unfamiliar and scared her, in fact, she had never known the real Xuanyi.

"Xuan Yi, you lied to me when I didn't know anything and weaved a huge lie to try to trap me. But Xuan Yi, I have a heart, it tells me that you can't believe it, and now it seems that it is. ”

"It turns out that you never believed me, Dugu Muyu, very good! This is you, a stingy you! Xuan Yi gritted his teeth and said, but strode towards the dressing table and took out a thick stack of rice paper in the makeup box.

She hurriedly stepped forward to snatch it back, and Xuan Yi's huge height advantage and strength advantage made her helpless. Her fierce eyes were about to gouge a hole in him, and Xuan Yi hated that she looked at her like this, as if he were a heinous sinner.

He coldly pulled out sheets of rice paper, on which the same man was drawn, and every stroke was meticulous. A voice inside of me was roaring, screaming to tear the person on the painting apart, and in fact he did the same.

As she watched, he threw the thick stack of paintings into the brazier. The smell of burning rose in the air, but she was so calm that he thought she would pounce on and snatch the useless pen and ink out.

But she just stood there and watched, watching the flames devour every piece of rice paper, every face, and they turned into pieces of flying black ash, pitch black. She looked at it indifferently, if it weren't for the tears that slipped down her face, Xuan Yi would have thought that she didn't care.

The tears were so hot that they fell on the tip of his heart, and the burn was soft. Xuan Yi stretched out his hand, but his feet seemed to be pulled and he couldn't move a step.

She turned her face away, wiped away the tears indifferently, and her voice was indifferent: "If this is what you want to do, then you have achieved it, please go out." ”

"Haha!" Xuan Yi's grim laughter rang out, and he stepped close to her, imprisoning her in his arms as she flinched. Xuan Yi's face and her intimate posture leaned against her sideburns, and a cold voice escaped from her throat: "Dugu Muyu, you care about him so much?" Even if he can't remember anything, he can still remember his face. ”

She struggled to push her away, taking care of her body, Xuan Yi tried her best to control the strength, but still didn't let her escape. Even at this time, even if it wasn't his child, he was reluctant to hurt her.

"He's dead! Mu language! He's dead! Xuan Yi met her eyes and said word by word, but it was like a blade pouring down, piercing her body alive, inch by inch.

She was shocked at first, then questioning and angry, and she looked at him through gritted teeth: "You lied to me! Xuan Yi, I don't believe you! ”

She struggled so badly that Xuan Yi finally let her go. "If he didn't die, why didn't he want you, Mu Yu, would you rather believe the former or the latter?"

"Even if he dies, it must be you!" Her voice was hoarse, and the anger in her eyes was burning.

She is still her, even if she can't remember anything, she still hates him and hates him! Wasn't that what he expected? But why is he sad, his heart seems to be pricked with a needle.

"Xuan Yi, you don't have a heart! You only have endless desires! You love no one, you only love yourself, you only love your power! That day, Wulian's words of rebuke him were like thunder, lingering in his ears.

He has no heart! Xuan Yi almost went crazy and pulled him into his arms, bowing his head and grabbing her lips under her indifferent gaze.

Her softness and sweetness were far beyond his imagination, as he was about to explore the tasting further. The fierce-haired little beast bit him hard, and the pain in his lips made him let go of her.

The fishy sweet smell instantly spread, and a few beads of blood were stained on her red lips, blooming bewitchingly. Xuan Yi seemed to be enchanted, and he ignited a thought to possess her! Destroy her!

He kissed it recklessly, attacking like a torrential rain. He grinded stiffly, with blood and desire, as if to tear her apart.

His hands were tightly wrapped around her head, forcing her to tilt her head back. The disgust and anger that swelled in her heart made her have extraordinary strength, and she pushed him away.

What followed was a sharp palm wind, and a hot pain suddenly came from Xuan Yi's face. Even if blood was spilling from the corner of his lips, he couldn't tell if it was the blood from her bite or the blood from the wound.

Her lips were soaked in his blood, which made Xuan Yi feel excited and satisfied. The dexterous tongue licked the red lips unintentionally, and Xuan Yi at this time was like a bloodthirsty demon.

The thin lips were slightly raised, and the meaning in his eyes was even more bewitching, and there was a strong desire. She instinctively wanted to escape, but she knew that she couldn't, so she decisively pulled the hairpin off her head.

The sharp weapon hit the tender neck fiercely, and she exerted her strength, and at this time there was already bright red blood. She shouted at the top of her voice, "You go! ”

Xuan Yi approached her leisurely, with a cold smile on her lips: "Mu Yu, the consequences of your amnesia are so stupid and cute, do you think I will care about your life!" If you want to die, just go! ”

If it was Dugu Muyu before, the long sword would have been on his neck. It is said that being a mother is strong, but now she is being dragged down by that thing. Helpless, the only thing she can do is hurt herself.

She clearly didn't care, and pressed her hand down a little more, and suddenly more blood flowed out. Xuan Yi's eyes flashed with panic, but there was no movement in his hands, and he still approached her with an aggressive meaning.