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Xia You leaned palely on Siming's shoulder, sobbing softly: "Si Ming, why do you think people die?"

Speaking of this, Xia You couldn't help covering her face and weeping, "It's obvious that they were classmates who played with us not long ago, but now I can't accept the fact that they have passed away."

Siming was beside her, but he couldn't speak a word.

Suddenly, his shoulders sank, and Xia You slumped down. He was bloodless, and his limbs were limp and weak, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Yuyou—Yuyou!"

The yelling called other people, and everyone hurriedly dialed 120.

Siming hugged her and called 120 to send her to the hospital.

"It's not a big problem, but it's just a temporary coma due to excessive sadness. It's good to slow down. It should be noted that the patient should not have violent mood swings during this period, and should rest."

The doctor briefly introduced Xia You's condition, and the rest of the chores were handed over to the nurse. Sim Ming followed to the ward, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground after hearing this.

Just now Xia You suddenly fell into a coma, which scared Siming a lot.

Xia You, who finished the drip, gradually regained consciousness, slowly opened her eyelids, wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, and pulled her dry lips to ooze a little blood.

After Siming fed him some water, Xia You was able to speak.

"How did I get to the hospital?"

Siming quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "The doctor said that you fell into a coma due to overwhelmed grief. You just finished the IV, and we can go home after a rest."

Xia You looked at her palm and said dejectedly, "How is the funeral? Did I cause trouble for everyone again?"

Siming comforted her: "When you were in a coma, the funeral was just over, so there is no trouble, you should take good care of yourself."

Xia You looked around blankly, and nodded in a low voice.

Siming gently hugged her, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to tell her: "Youyou, your father and the others will come later, it's not good for me to stay here, I'm outside, remember to call me if you have anything to do."

Xia You was startled, and asked incredulously, "Si Ming, you said my father is coming?"

Afraid that she would not want to see him, Siming patiently explained to her: "When you were in a coma, I felt that such an important matter should be known to your parents, so I took the initiative to inform your father."

Xia You was in a state of anxiety and didn't know how to face her parents who were about to come. In the past half a month, her father had never called once, and Xia You was the same. No one wanted to compromise and retreat.

Xia You's eyes were erratic, hesitating: "But... I'm not ready yet..."

Siming said: "Relax, your father must be worried about you. When I called him, his voice sounded very anxious."

Xia You looked at the medical adhesive strip in her hand, and after some psychological struggle, she calmed down and accepted the reality resignedly.

"Yuyou! What's wrong with you?"

There was commotion at the door, Xia You's father and stepmother all came, their faces were red, as if they had just ran up from the bottom of the building.

Siming acted according to circumstances, and said, "Hello Uncle, Hello Auntie, I'm right outside, you can call me anytime you need anything."

The back of Xia You's father's shirt was soaked in sweat. Realizing his slightly embarrassed appearance, he tidied up a little, and then said solemnly, "Thank you for taking care of Youyou."

Siming was startled, and was taken aback by Xia You's father's formal tone, and quickly waved his hands: "Uncle, you don't need to thank me, this is what I should do, what I should do."

This "thank you" is too grand, and a young junior like her can't afford it.

For Xia You's father, this is the first time he has seen Siming's face seriously. He has a neat ponytail, a tall, thin figure, speaks calmly, and is well-bred. The difference is that her gaze is even more resolute, and she doesn't have the slightest stage fright when facing the elders. It can be seen that she is a person who can handle big things.

Xia You's father still remembers that she was the one who sent Xia You to the hospital last time, saving Xia You's life, and was really kind to Xia You.

It's just their relationship...

The conversation became awkward again for a while, Siming ran away in a hurry, and closed the door thoughtfully before leaving.

Seeing that they were the only family in the ward, Xia You's father checked Xia You's appearance nervously: "You You, what's wrong with you? Why are you hospitalized?"

Xia You looked at her father with mixed emotions in her heart, and forced a smile: "Dad, I'm fine. The doctor said that I passed out because of a sudden sadness. After the IV, I'll just go home and take care of myself."

Xia You's father said bluntly, "Come home with Dad in a while."

Xia You didn't know how to answer the call, so what's going on when he went back like this?Did the quarrel half a month ago end like this?

Xia You lowered her head and clutched the quilt, and said uncertainly, "Dad—"

Xia You's father saw her hesitation, and said awkwardly: "You You, Dad has figured it out, as long as it doesn't affect your study, I won't interfere. When you grow up, Dad should let go .”

"If you are suffering and tired in the future, you can't come back and complain to us, because this is the path you chose."

Xia You's father's last sentence contained an element of anger, but Xia You knew that he was just a knife-mouthed bean curd, how could he completely ignore his child.

The usual sensitivity to words plummeted at this time, and Xia You digested it for a long time before asking, "Dad, what do you mean?"

Xia You's stepmother was very pleased to see that the father and daughter were reconciled. After all, this family is not harmonious, and she has a bad life. She smiled and said, "Your father, he said he agreed, right, Lao Xia?"

Xia You's father didn't answer, but grunted reluctantly.

Like a koala, Xia You jumped straight at her father, hung on his body, and said intermittently: "Thank you...thank you Dad."

Ever since she lost her mother at the age of five, Xia You never hugged her father again.

In her impression, her father was always in full bloom, but now that she has grown up, she finds that her father's figure is not as tall as before, and there are even spots of age spots appearing on the back of his hands.

Dad was growing old in years she hadn't noticed.

Xia You's heart was sour, many words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.

Xia You's father was also very soft-hearted, sighed and said, "You are my father's daughter, so there is nothing to thank you for."

In fact, it wasn't that he took the initiative to figure it out, but one day when he was sleeping, Xia You's father dreamed of Xia You's biological mother. In 13 years, this was the first time he dreamed of his late wife.

The wife in the dream didn't show any signs of aging, she was still young and beautiful in memory, exactly.

She left few words, all about Xia You:

"It's not easy for you to raise children these years, but Youyou will grow up sooner or later, and she has her own opinions on some things."

"Youyou is not a child who is driven by emotion. Once she decides, she must have thought it through carefully. You have to try to understand it and don't hurt the feelings between family members."

"Take good care of Youyou."

After Xia You's father woke up, he only remembered these three distant and vague words in a trance, and it was these three words that made him let go of the prejudice he had always had, and re-examine the problem between their father and daughter.

For the first time, he tried to compromise and make concessions.

Xia You's father looked at the weak Xia You distressedly, and said: "I'm a little thinner again. Living in someone else's house is not as good as living in my own house. The food and drink are not good. You have been tired during this time. We will go home in a while. Ask your aunt to make you some delicious Bubu."

Xia You hurriedly explained: "Dad, Siming's parents are also very kind to me, don't say that, it makes people look like they are abusing me."

Xia You's father said: "Okay, another day I have to thank him properly, I have troubled him for so long, at least I have to come to the door to say thank you."

"Dad, call Siming in, she's still standing outside by herself."

Xia You's father suddenly realized: "Oh, I forgot about that child, call someone in."

Siming walked in cautiously, seeing the smile on Xia You's face, he knew that the matter had a happy ending.

"Uncle, auntie."

Xia You's father said, "This classmate, your name is Siming, right?"

Sima was trembling, not daring to be ambiguous, and said respectfully, "Yes, Sima Guang's Sima, with a cursive prefix and a name."

Xia You's father thought for a moment, and said earnestly: "You two girls, it will definitely not be easy in the future, you have to take care of and help each other, you know?"

He is not a person who is good at rhetoric and preaching, and he can only express a father's most simple father's love with the most straightforward words.

Siming patted his chest to prove his determination, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I will take good care of Xia You. I guarantee that none of the things you are worried about will happen in the future."

Xia You's father shook his head and said, "The future is uncertain, you guys, just go to school well and get into a good university, that's the main thing."

Xia You also said, "Dad, don't worry, Sim Ming and I will work hard."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm relieved if you say that."

Tanabata Special

Demon Cult Leader x Zhengdao Little Wife

Let's talk about the size of the martial arts world, the way of practicing martial arts has been divided into two factions, good and evil. Since ancient times, water and fire have been incompatible, and there must be a war when they meet on a narrow road. False and noble, despising the so-called righteousness and justice, and intending to dominate the martial arts.

Here is a big devil who makes the martial arts frightening. He is ruthless and murderous. He once had a proud record of single-handedly fighting against the heads of multiple factions. It's it - Siming.Why use a treasure to cover "it", but every time Siming makes a move, no matter what the opponent is, he will end up in a situation where there are no bones left, so no one in the world has ever seen his true face.

The sky was about to rain, and the clouds were overcast, so the servants rushed in and reported it to their master in fear.

"Master, the head of the Xuanshan faction knelt down and begged to see you."

The curtain had already been lit with a bright lamp, the chess game on the table was at the point where the fight was fierce, the two players were so engrossed in the game that they didn't notice the servant's voice at all.

The young servant was trembling, fearing that his master would be upset that he lost his head, but he was also afraid that the news would miss his master's important affairs, so he was at a loss for a while, sweating profusely.

"What's the matter?"

The bead curtain was lifted, and bursts of faint fragrance came out.

Feeling relieved, the boy quickly repeated what he had just said.

"What kind of wild cats and dogs from the Xuanshan faction dare to come here?"

The words were spoken slowly, but the boy's back felt cold when he heard it, so he could only bite the bullet and answer:

"Master Muslim, the Xuanshan sect is the third largest sect in today's martial arts world."

The person on the opposite side was wearing a dark long gown, stroking the teacup with his slender fingers, and paused, "Oh? Haven't I already killed all the top ten sect masters? This person came here to help his father Revenge?"

The boy's legs were so frightened that his legs went weak, and the roar of thunder and thunder made his heart flustered, and he wanted to grab his head and kneel down to beg for mercy.

Siming said in a deep voice, "I don't see you, let him go!"

The young servant who was granted amnesty hurriedly responded, "Yes."

"Xuanshan sent Luan Hechuan to ask to see Master Si!"

The leader was in a mess, kneeling outside the gate in the rain, yelling loudly to see him, he didn't look like a leader at all, but like a bereaved dog.

"Master Luan, please go back, my sect master said he was gone."

Luan Hechuan ignored the boy's chasing away, knelt on the ground stubbornly and shouted loudly:

"Xuanshan sent Luan Hechuan to kneel down and beg the Master Si!"

The servant had no choice but to call for someone to close the door, shutting head Luan in the heavy rain.

Siming was leaning on the beauty's couch, enjoying the servant's massage comfortably, when he suddenly asked, "Did that person leave?"

The boy reported truthfully: "No."

Siming opened his eyes to see the pouring rain outside the window, and chuckled, "Then let him kneel."

"Yes."

Before the words were finished, another young servant stumbled in, "Master, Master Luan forced his way into the mansion. A total of 30 servants were killed or injured in the First World War. They have now been taken to the dungeon for disposal."

Siming waved his hands away from the maid serving on the side, stood up slowly, his eyes were filled with murderous intent in the dark night, and said, "You want to die!"

"It was you who killed 30 people in this seat?"

When Luan Hechuan saw the person coming, his pupils shrank. He never thought that the leader of the Demon Cult who was so powerful in the Jianghu was...a...young woman!

"Why? Thought this seat was a man?"

Seeing Luan Hechuan in a daze, Siming pulled out a long sword, and it reached the head of Luan's neck in lightning speed, and said with a sneer, "I can't leave alive after seeing my true face."

"Sijiaozhu is really a hero among women, we should be ashamed of ourselves."

Siming tightened his hand and said: "You are such a filial son, your father's bones have been crushed by me, and you are still flattering me here."

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, willing to gamble and admit defeat, Luan has no complaints."

"It's a good one who is willing to gamble and admit defeat. Tell me, if you have any last words, I will definitely bring them for you."

Luan Hechuan swallowed his saliva and said: "Master Si, the Xuanshan faction is currently in internal strife, with many casualties, and the sect is in danger. I hereby ask Master Si for help."

Siming looked up and down with his eyes, and then said: "It seems that you just want to protect your position as the head, so come and ask me."

Luan Hechuan didn't shy away from being exposed, and said calmly: "Exactly."

"I like watching dogs bite dogs the most. Is it up to you whether the Xuanshan sect lives or dies?"

Luan Hechuan was not afraid at all, and met her gaze, "After the matter is completed, the Xuanshan faction will provide all the information of the major sects."

Siming's heart skipped a beat, even though she was superb in martial arts, she had no way to deal with these sects.

If the conditions are feasible, then the unification of martial arts is just around the corner.

She said: "If you have this information, why is it only the third sect in the martial arts world, and the top ten sects have already been subdued by you?"

"Luan is also involuntary. Nothing is more important than the peril of the sect. The hard work of the senior cannot be ruined in my hands."

Siming let go of him, and said leisurely, "What's the condition?"

"Help Luan take good care of his wife."

Siming raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it that simple?"

"Luan took advantage of the chaos to escape, but he was seriously injured and unable to fight, but it was expected that the group of people would definitely kill my wife, and the other sects refused to help, so Luan took the courage to try and risked his life to ask the Master Si Help."

Siming thought deeply, and said forcefully: "I add one more thing, your wife will stay in my house as a hostage,"

Luan Hechuan was obviously taken aback, then gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, thank you, Master Si."

Siming put the sword back into the scabbard, and said coldly, "Where is the man?"

"There is a large prison in the back mountain of Xuanshan sect. Ayou should be locked there."

Siming raised his hand to signal for Luan Hechuan to let go, his pretty face under the shadows looked like a jade-faced Shura, and said word by word: "Then wait for the good news."

Luan Hechuan was spared his life, he cupped his fists and bowed, "Thank you, Master Si, for today's great kindness, Luan is very grateful."

After the rain, the air was uncomfortably humid, and everything was silent in the night after the rain. Siming effortlessly overcame layers of guards and rushed straight into the back mountain of the Xuanshan faction.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a few young men in brocade robes surrounding a girl.

Siming walked a little closer, and heard them discussing: "This head lady is really beautiful, even the blood and welts all over her body can't hide her beauty."

"If my father can take the head of the sect, and I become the young master, I will sing happily with this beauty every day, but—"

"Brother He, why are you so melancholy, this little lady has never had sex with the head of the sect."

"Is this true?"

"It's serious, Brother He doesn't believe it, you can try it tonight."

Siming really couldn't stand the foul language of these people, first he stabbed one of them to death with a sword, and then walked out at a leisurely pace.

For a moment, swords and lights crisscrossed, and the rest of the people stood on guard and surrounded Siming's way.

Siming looked around, flashed his sword secretly, and said disdainfully: "A bunch of trash, just showing off their kung fu."

A few people on the opposite side asked, "Who are you?"

After finishing speaking, the people on the opposite side all fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, their eyes full of anger, but they could only grit their teeth and say, "You—you—"

Siming kicked him, and said with a smile, "Hey, you still have to ask who is coming in a fight? Your brain is really a pig's brain."

Siming glanced at his blood-stained boots, frowned and gave a disgusted "tsk" and said:

"Stained with the blood of you bastards, this seat is disgusting."

One person asked, "Are you from the Demon Cult?"

Siming ignored them and walked all the way to Xia You while rolling over their corpses.

With a flash of sword light, the heavy iron chains snapped.

"You are the wife of Head Luan?"

Xia You pulled away her heavy eyelids, forced her strength to smile, and said, "Young lady has the intention of being the head of the sect. Did you come to save me?"

This was said to Siming, but his eyes were looking elsewhere.

Siming shook his hand and said, "Blind?"

Xia You screamed, "Miss, be careful!"

Before Siming could respond, he was thrown into his arms.

A sternness flashed in Sim Ming's eyes, he embraced Xia You with one hand, raised his sharp sword with the other, and stabbed viciously at the corpse that still had a trace of it left.

Siming knew that there would be a surprise attack from behind, and had prepared for a counterattack early in the morning, but he felt that the sneak attack was nothing to worry about, but he didn't expect this little girl to block it for her.

Stained all over with blood, Siming looked at the unconscious person in his arms, struggled again and again, hugged him horizontally, and quickly left the Xuanshan faction.

The maid timidly watched the leader carry a blood-stained woman back to the mansion, she was quite frightened, and said, "Master—do you need to call a doctor?"

Siming thought about it, it would be a burden to keep this half-dead person, so let her die.

And just now she went to the door to kill the people from Xuanshan faction, causing another bloody mess.

Letting a weak woman who has no strength to hold a chicken as a hostage is really losing money in this business.

Moreover, the internal struggle of the Xuanshan faction seems to be more complicated than she imagined. If Luan Hechuan wants to restore the position of head in one fell swoop, the days will not end. There is an upright head in the house of the leader of the Demon Sect Wife, if it spreads out, it will definitely be detrimental to your position as the leader.

Siming was about to say no, when the woman on the bed suddenly opened her mouth, angrily, "Girl, don't worry about me, run away!"

Maybe she thought that this strange woman had limited force and it would be difficult for her to escape the layers of guards of the Xuanshan faction. She was afraid that she would hurt others, so she persuaded Siming to escape quickly with the last bit of consciousness.

Siming was startled, then changed his mind and said, "Call the doctor."

She thought: She has exhausted her benevolence, and helping her to find a doctor is to repay the kindness of the sword.As for whether the result is life or death, it all depends on the woman's own ability.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, Xia You was placed in a guest room, and no servants reported any news. Since he was rescued, Sim Ming has never stepped into that room, and he has long since forgotten about the house. There is such a person,

The woman is probably dead.

Maybe he was thrown into a mass grave by the servants long ago.

"Miss, don't go there!"

"I want to find my husband, Xiaoling, don't stop me."

Taking advantage of the maid's inattention, Xia You lifted her skirt and sneaked out of the room. Because she didn't know the way, she could only run around.

As a result, after running a few steps, she was discovered by the maid Xiaoling.

She didn't know where she ran to, she just ran straight along a path of flowers.

"Ouch!"

Patronizing Xiaoling behind her, she accidentally bumped into the person in front.

The whole person was shaken by the bump, and his center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell down.

Xiaoling behind her saw this scene, her face turned green: It's not good for this aunt to bump into someone, but she bumped into the leader!

With a cold face, Siming stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms with his strength.

The Demon Cult leader stared at the woman in his arms, and thought for a moment before recalling that she was rescued earlier.

Slightly surprised, it turned out that he wasn't dead yet.

The woman looked at Siming ignorantly, but the next sentence made the surrounding servants tremble:

"Master!"

Siming lowered his face, let go of his hand, and took a few steps back, carefully sizing up the woman in front of him.

She narrowed her eyes and asked with a threatening tone, "What are you calling me?"

The woman tilted her head obediently, as if she didn't understand why the husband's attitude was so indifferent, and replied with some grievances: "My husband, aren't you my husband?"

The servants around him held their breath and did not dare to vent their breath. This woman was afraid that her life would be too long, and she even came here to talk nonsense and call the leader and husband. Could it be that she took the initiative to beg for death!

Seeing her innocent appearance, she didn't mean to be afraid of Siming at all, on the contrary she was very attached to her, and she boldly took a few steps forward.

Siming called Xiaoling forward and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Master Hui, Miss, has been suffering from illness since she recovered from her illness. She doesn't recognize anyone, and she doesn't even remember her last name. She only quarrels to find her husband every day."

Sima's eyes fell on Xia You, and after a long time, she said, "The great witch doctor, I want to see for myself whether she is pretending or not."

Once the fraud is discovered, her head will definitely fall under Siming's sword.

The Great Witch Doctor - the person with the most proficient skills in the Demon Cult, who has saved many lives. No matter how shrewdly he pretended to be ill, the Great Witch Doctor would know it at a glance.

After the great witch doctor made a diagnosis, he said: "Master, this young lady was poisoned deeply earlier and was injured again. It is very lucky that she survived now. But—because she was immersed in the toxin earlier, she couldn't be cured, although the toxin is gone now. Eliminate, but now my brain is broken, I am suffering from amnesia, and this amnesia-there is no possibility of recovery."

In other words, Xia You will never remember what happened in the past.

It is impossible to remember her parents, siblings, and even her unlucky husband-in-law.

"You go back."

The great witch doctor acted cautiously, and didn't ask too much about the woman's background, so naturally he knew to keep his mouth shut, and retreated consciously.

"Master."

The person on the bed looked at Siming innocently, as pitiful as an unwanted kitten, and the corners of his eyes turned red as he spoke.

Siming walked over and said without emotion, "I'm not your husband."

"You are my husband-in-law." The more Xia You said, the more anxious she became, this was obviously her husband-in-law, why did she turn her face and deny him now.

"Why do you say that this seat is your husband?"

Xia You ignored Siming's question and asked instead, "Are you number one in martial arts?"

Siming was taken aback by the question, he didn't expect this person to chat unreasonably.

"This seat is of course number one in martial arts."

Xia You said with great certainty: "Then you are my husband-in-law. My husband-in-law said that he is the number one in martial arts."

Siming laughed in his heart, thinking that this Luan Hechuan bastard is really shameless, but he is a pig, and he still uses words like the number one in martial arts to lie to his little wife.

This little wife is obviously not a smart person, she doesn't know much about martial arts at first glance, she can even believe the nonsense that Luan Hechuan said.

"I am not your husband-in-law, and I will kill you if I shout one more word."

"Master—"

Xia You's face was reflected by the stern knife light, Xia You shuddered, and closed his mouth wisely.

Siming warned again: "This seat is only saying the last time, you stay here honestly, and your husband will come to pick you up in a few days."

Although Xia You couldn't understand what Siming said, she still nodded vigorously.

Siming gave a rare smile, put his sword back into its sheath, "Hey, as long as you are obedient, I won't hurt your life."

Xia You had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he was afraid of the sharp blade that was glowing with cold light, so he didn't dare to ask any questions.

This husband is so fierce, she secretly made up her mind to get along well with him, and find a good weather to quietly throw away his obstructive sword.

Xia You thinks about her husband every day, but she is also afraid that he will kill her, so every time she can only endure the pain of lovesickness, feeling sad for the window.

Although the leader of the Demon Cult is the number one existence in the martial arts world in Jianghu, she is so big that many people want to take her life. Some even expelled the high price of ten thousand taels of gold just to take Siming's head.

It was a dark and windy night, and a few assassins sneaked into the mansion, and they got into Siming's bedroom well-trained.

The guards who had been lurking for a long time all appeared, and the assassins didn't even see Sim Ming, and the entire army was wiped out.

But there was still a fish that slipped through the net. Taking advantage of the intense fighting, he slipped away along the corner. Siming ordered that the entire mansion be investigated.

Hiding here and there, the assassin found a woman, all dressed in rich and noble family, it is expected that she is not an ordinary servant of this mansion.

As soon as the assassin covered the woman's mouth, a large number of guards appeared all around.

"Back off! Back off, everyone! Otherwise, I'll kill her!"

Siming pushed aside the layers of guards, walked leisurely in front of the assassin a few steps away, his eyes seemed to be contemptuous of a trapped beast, and said: "It's just a little girl who has nothing to do with it, if you want to kill it, then Kill it, you kill yours, I catch mine, there is no contradiction."

"Don't think that I don't know, this woman is dressed expensively and appeared in your mansion out of thin air, how could she have nothing to do with you."

Siming sighed and said, "You don't believe what I say, but if your Excellency really thinks this woman is important, then you can do it, and see if I will let you go."

After speaking, he made a "please" gesture like a provocation.

The assassin immediately panicked and took a worthless hostage, which was tantamount to being besieged on all sides.

Amidst the anxiety, the woman in the hand suddenly cried out loudly: "Master! Mr.!"

Good guy, I caught a big one at once, and I caught the leader's wife. It seemed like I had won the lottery. Fortunately, I didn't listen to the demon leader's nonsense, and this living gold medal for avoiding death almost slipped away.

Siming's expression darkened suddenly, and he said, "I am not your husband."

Xia You was terrified, her limbs were so stiff that she couldn't move, she cried so hard that Lihua rained on her and shouted "Xianggong" over and over again.

The assassin spat and said, "Damn it, I was almost cheated by you. Get out of the way. If you don't get out of the way, I will kill your teacher's wife."

The guards were hesitant. If they accidentally injured the leader's wife, they would not survive today and would have to go to see Hades.

"What are you doing in a daze! Shoot arrows at this seat! Kill without mercy!"

Feathered arrows pierced the sky like sharp swords, and flew straight towards the assassin.

The assassin violently pushed Xia You out as a shield to block the sharp arrows.

In a blink of an eye, the arrows all broke in mid-air.

Xia You was pushed hard and fell heavily on the ground.

Before the assassin had time to see clearly, he felt a heat in his chest, and the person in front of him was as cold as ice, and with a light swipe, the blood dripped from the blade of the sword, rustling down.

The guards were disposing of the corpse, and Xia You in the corner was still in shock, sitting on the ground shivering.

Siming glanced away from the corner of his eye, and that small figure fell into his eyes.

Hearing footsteps, Xia You subconsciously dodged backwards, but was still caught.

"it's me."

Xia You looked up and saw Siming, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he hung on Siming's arms with hands and feet.

"Master!"

Siming suddenly felt uncomfortable, but the urge to curse stopped when he met those clear eyes.

Forget it, it was her fault that she got involved in this disaster for no reason tonight.

With a word of justice, Renren passed away.

"Master, Mr.—"

The guard next to him also looked at each other in shock, and the leader didn't refute. This is really the wife of the leader!

Sensing the curious eyes around him, Siming flicked his long sleeves in dissatisfaction, picked him up and sent him to the bedroom.

Siming didn't like to comfort people, he could bear this for a while and it was already the limit, he turned around and left after delivering people.

Xia You gently grabbed the corner of Siming's clothes, "Xiang--can you accompany me?"

Recalling that he had called out several times in a panic just now, and all the previous repeated orders not to shout were all broken, Xia You felt uneasy for a while.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to write casually, but I didn’t expect that once I wrote too much, I would write the rest tomorrow.

Chinese Valentine's Day Special ([-])

Siming pursed her lips, this woman was so aggressive that she dared to ask her to stay now.

She really wanted to shake off her sleeves, but she couldn't hold back after all, and sat back on the bed, saying helplessly: "Go to sleep, I will wait for you until you fall asleep."

Just now, Xia You didn't feel sleepy after the disturbance, she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and wanted to chat with Siming again.

"Phase—what's your name?"

It was so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost called the wrong one again.

"Si Ming."

"Ming?"

"The tea of ​​tea."

"A nice name. My name is Xia You, You Le Zhi You."

"Yeah." Siming remained motionless, still with his back to her, standing by the window not far from her, looking at the moon.

"What's so good about the moon?" Xia You thought out of breath.

Faced with Siming's indifferent attitude, Xia You had to find ways to pry a few more words out of her mouth.

"you--"

This time it was Sim Ming's turn: "If you talk again, I will throw you out to feed the dogs."

Xia You pursed her mouth, looking pitiful, half of her face was covered by the corner of the quilt, and she blinked her big watery eyes.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Siming asked, "What do you want to say?"

Xia You said softly, "I have a small request—"

Siming looked at her amusedly, and said, "Tell me."

"You...can you...don't be so fierce to me?"

At the end of the sentence, Xia You lost her confidence. She rolled her eyes and her face was full of tension.

This gentleman is really too fierce, obviously wearing a dark green dress, long hair shawl, looks like a gentle and lovely beauty from the back, but his speech is icy.

In particular, there is always a sharp long sword hanging on his waist, and he has to draw the sword out of its sheath at every turn. This is a problem of losing his head. Who can not be afraid?

Siming was stopped by the question, and he had a quick introspection: fierce?When did she become fierce?

The leader of the dignified Demon Sect is not thinking well at the moment, pointing to himself and asking: "Am I very fierce?"

Xia You nodded first, then shook his head again.

"No, it's just that sometimes it's a little fierce."

"for example?"

"You said you were going to throw me out to feed the dogs..."

Siming laughed out loud, but what she said casually at the beginning really bluffed her.

"Stop laughing!"

Seeing her suddenly laughing, Xia You trembled in her heart.

Siming smiled even more, "Okay, okay, I won't scare you anymore, I didn't expect you to be so obedient."

"Bastard!"

Looking at Xia You's swollen cheeks, the leader of the Demon Cult suddenly felt in a good mood.

"why are you crying?"

Laughing too much, he found that the person on the bed was crying happily.

Siming didn't know why, the person in front of him changed his face faster than the sky, and cried whenever he said he wanted to.

Xia You didn't speak, but buried her head in the quilt and sobbed softly. From the outside, she could only see the curled up hill shaking constantly.

The leader of the Demon Cult made people cry without knowing what he was doing, and even tugged at his quilt curiously.

"do not Cry."

Xia You quietly popped out of her head from under the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes as red as a bunny.

"You are not my husband-in-law. My husband-in-law will never bully me."

I am naturally not your husband, your unlucky husband still doesn't know whether he is dead or alive!

Siming suddenly bent down, and the two of them were very close, and the reflection in each other's pupils could be clearly seen.

"Again, this seat is not your husband. Your husband is called Luan Hechuan, and he is the head of the Xuanshan sect."

Siming repeated it so many times that even she got annoyed.

Xia You insisted: "No..."

Siming became interested and asked, "Then tell me, what do you remember?"

Xia You said stammeringly: "I...I don't remember anything, but I feel very kind when I see you...It seems that we have known each other for many years..."

Siming was a little worried: I'm afraid this brain is also stupid?I have to get the great witch doctor some other day.