"Shouldn't I, as a martial spirit, remember this?" She didn't understand what this man was talking about, she always called herself Yan'er, and kept saying that his name was Ling Yi?

Mu Lingyi looked at Yan Le's stunned appearance, there was no change at all, it was exactly the same as before, but he forgot about himself, and the impatience in his heart deepened.

"Wu Lingxi, yes, you are Wu Lingxi, you can remember everything, but you can't forget me, I am your husband, I am your Ling Yi!" He approached her directly, pulling up the futon to cover her thin voice, but just as he wanted to hug her as before.

Yan Le's words made him stunned for an instant.

"But I don't remember when I got married? Can't remember who you are? She raised her hand and pushed Mu Lingyi's approaching voice body, she really felt that this person was in her mind—no. Without a memory of him, he was so strange that he panicked.

Mu Lingyi felt that he had once again fallen into the sadness of a long time ago.

At that time, Yan'er said that she didn't love herself and said that she was disgusted with herself.

Now Yan'er, who has gone mad and lost her memory, said that she doesn't remember herself, she doesn't remember that she has married herself, she doesn't remember that she has promised herself.

Mu Lingyi lowered her eyes, put down the hand around her, and took the initiative to retreat.

"Yan'er~ If you don't remember me, then I treat you like this, will you hate it." His voice was humble, with a calm inquiry.

He remembered that his Yan'er said that he would fall in love with him at first sight.

But if she hates herself at the first sight of her, how can it be love at first sight?

And Yan Le, looking at Mu Lingyi, who suddenly respected him very much, didn't know how to speak.

She sat stunned for a moment, her little finger pointing in the air, organizing the language.

"Actually~ I think you should send me home first, I have to ask my family if what you said is true."

Everything about yourself is really home, and you can't decide it.

The wound in Mu Lingyi's eyes was so deep that he couldn't extricate himself.

He got up and stood up, wanting to retreat, wanting to leave, to give his own Yan'er space, but found that she couldn't dress herself at all now.

Eventually, he picked up the ship's clothes and tried to temper his tone and attitude, as usual as he could towards her.

"I'll help you put it on~Your back hurts~"

He tried to pull out a smile and talk to her.

But Yan Le looked at him as if he didn't notice his weirdness, and met his eyes and asked him to look at his right hand.

"You're hurt yourself." She didn't understand, he was also injured, but he helped himself, took care of himself, and then ignored his own injuries.

Mu Lingyi looked at the arm that was scratched by Liang Qiheng yesterday and turned into a bloody color, and suddenly felt very sad. I hid it and hid it, I didn't want my Yan'er to see it, how afraid I was that she would be sad.

But now, she saw it, just reminding herself.

"Yan'er, I'm injured, will you feel distressed? Just now, you hit me in the chest. With a humble pleading in his eyes, how much he wanted his Yan'er to answer him, she was very distressed and cared.

But Yan Le's attention was no longer on this.

She thought of the uncontrollable hit she had just made, and raised her hand to look at her hand, only to find that the red light just now was gone.

"I'm sorry, I was so strange just now, I have to take a look." She didn't care at all, his body, after speaking, she picked up the underwear on the bed, put it on directly, and then used her strength to check her internal strength.

Mu Lingyi saw that she was going to exercise her pranayama alone, and hurriedly stopped her hand.

"Wait a minute, don't mess around, I'll help you." His voice was nervous and worried, afraid that her weak body would not be able to bear the deep internal force in this body, and she would go crazy again.

Yan Le took away his hand that was held down by Mu Lingyi, and even took away his other hand that fell on his voice.

"I don't want you." I'm not incompetent, why do I have to be this disciple for everything, it's strange.

Yan Le reluctantly glanced at Mu Lingyi, then moved into the boat, widened the distance from him, and performed the gong alone.

Mu Lingyi looked at her disgusted hand and froze. He really didn't understand why his Yan Er could always say such cruel words so easily.

It used to be: play, enough is enough, send me back.

Now it is: I don't want you.

My own Yan'er said not to be myself.

Mu Lingyi's heart was as uncomfortable as if he had been cut by a thousand knives.

But when he saw that Yan Le's luck was surrounded by red light, he hurriedly sat down, and his luck eased her unorthodox internal force. He felt very strangely that these skills were different from her own and the ones she gave her!

Mu Lingyi first transferred her skills to her, and let her use her own strength to suppress this strange internal force.

But the internal force in Yan Le's body turned positive very quickly, absorbing all the unknown internal force in her body and turning it into use.

Mu Lingyi was instantly stunned, and with the palm that hit the center of the snow courtyard, he instantly spurted the blood in his chest, and then fell on the boat.

Yan Le felt Mu Lingyi's condition, felt to retract his internal strength, and checked his situation. She looked at Mu Lingyi, who was in a coma, and she was really helpless.

"Dengzi, tell you not to help, you want it, alas!"

Yan Le sighed heavily, got off the boat, took off Mu Lingyi's shoes, and carried him to sleep on the boat. She was glad that the disciples knew how to vomit blood under the boat, and they didn't even fall asleep on the boat. She reached out and touched his snort, and took this opportunity to sneak a touch of his good-looking and unreal face, surprised that he was so cold.

Yan Le got off the boat again and lowered the bed curtain, thinking that he could be a little wind. After she finished doing it, she found a handkerchief, helped Mu Lingyi wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, and helped him cut off the sleeves of his shirt and change the medicine to bandage it.

For all this, Yan Le felt that he was benevolent and righteous, after all, he really felt that his back hurt very much, and then there was his bloody cloak and clothes on the ground, Mu Lingyi helped him so much, he should help him.

She endured the pain, put on her clothes neatly, and still returned to the side of the boat to guard Mu Lingyi with anxiety.

"Mu Lingyi ~ Deng's disciple ~ You won't die, right? I'm leaving, is that okay? She looked at his lifeless face, and spoke softly, for fear of scaring him and harming him even worse.

didn't get a response, Yan Le didn't dare to leave, she was afraid that Mu Lingyi would not be saved and would really die later.

So she thought of a way, took off her shoes again and went to the boat, and then helped him sit up and return to him the internal force she had inadvertently absorbed.

When Yan Le decomposed the internal force, the scarlet in her eyes slowly subsided.

When she exercised for the second time, she seemed to have found a skill, and it was very easy to return the skill to Mu Lingyi, but she felt more and more that there was a lot of internal force in her body that was due to Mu Lingyi, so let's pay it back~

She raised her eyebrows slyly, looking at Mu Lingyi sitting in front of her, she really felt that she couldn't take her eyes off!

Why are his lips so white and so beautiful?

Why is he his own husband but not impressed?

Yan Le really didn't understand, after making sure that the internal force in his body had calmed down, he covered the quilt with help him regain his warmth and jumped off the boat. She apologized for being too active, and her back hurt so much!

She pouted uncomfortably, and cautiously came out of the house.

Yan Le, who walked out of the house, was startled, and outside the house was the kind of person wearing black clothes just now.

Xuan Fei, who came back to guard after finishing his errands, watched Yan Le come out intact, and the uneasiness in his heart instantly eased. He knew that as long as his wife was fine, his master would be fine.

He thought about it and walked up to greet Yan Le, but after he was about to speak, he was very puzzled when Yan Le, who was attending the funeral today, drew Huadian on the center of his eyebrows? Or a fire pattern?

He was very puzzled, but he didn't want to ask about the woman's red makeup, so he opened his mouth to ask about the situation of the master who didn't appear.

"Madam, why didn't the master come out with you?" He was puzzled that he had come back, and the master would follow Yan Le from time to time.

And Yan Le heard Xuan Fei call Mrs., and looked around before he realized that he was calling himself.

Mu Lingyi said that he was his husband, then he was his wife, this person called his wife, and Mu Lingyi was the master.

Yan Le analyzed a long circle in his heart before answering Xuanfei.

"I have some things to go home to understand, and you take care of your master." After she finished speaking, she was leaving, Xuan Fei didn't expect to stop her, but she turned back again to ask.

"That Murong Shen looked at it, a very strange person." It suddenly occurred to her that he was there just now, and he was the most suspicious!

And if it weren't for the thought of him! I forgot that I did forget something, and I forgot what I was fighting him for!

Xuan Fei listened to Yan Le's words, and couldn't tell that her words were a little strange, and looked at Chu Bai on the side, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

Chu Bai was also confused at this time, shook his head and followed Yan Le, who jumped away.

Xuan Fei was not worried about Mu Lingyi, and went directly into the house to check.

When he found out that Mu Lingyi was really sleeping, he breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

Yan Le landed in Yusheng Ju very quickly, and saw that there were many people in his house, and walked in in a daze.

"Daddy, mother, eldest brother, sister-in-law, brother, why are you all here?" None of her calls were wrong, especially Liang Qiheng, who rushed in after hearing the sound of her returning.

With panic in his eyes, he didn't dare to breathe when he looked at Yan Le.

He heard Yixuan say just now that Wu Lingxi was injured and kept vomiting blood.

Then, she forgot about Brother Mu.

She forgot about Mu Lingyi!

Yan Le looked at Liang Qiheng, who had never opened his mouth or walked into the house, and walked towards him in confusion.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" She asked him softly, her little hand raised and waved in front of his unnatural eyes.

Liang Qiheng grabbed her hand happily, he couldn't believe that she recognized herself!

"Spiritual pity! You remember me, right? His voice was full of joy, and he was really afraid that his spirit would forget him again.