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Good diagnosis.

Xia You was depressed, and murmured: "I don't remember anything, not even myself. It was Xiaoling and the others who told me that I knew my name."

Siming asked again: "What else did they say?"

Xia You wanted to cry while talking: "They said that you picked me up, and I will be driven away in a short time. If you really drive me away, can you lend me some money?"

Siming followed her and asked, "What can I borrow from you for?"

Xia You sighed and shook his head again, "I don't remember anything, and I don't know where to go after I go out. If I don't have money, I will live on the street. Take some silver and ask Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng, and say Maybe lucky enough to find out news about my family."

Xia You spoke sincerely, clutching the quilt tightly in her hands, as if she was very afraid of this day.

She stared into Siming's eyes and said, "If you hate me, I will obediently leave here tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back."

Siming looked at her aggrieved look, and asked herself if a dignified Demon Cult leader would not be so poor that he couldn't even support a woman. Although he was not the richest in the martial arts world, he was definitely in the top ten.

Spreading the word is really not good for her reputation as the leader of the Demon Cult. If those few fake and noble scholars hear about it, I'm afraid they will have another impassioned criticism.

What Sim Ming dislikes the most is that they make a fuss out of a molehill, and their eloquent and critical articles would take at least twenty books. Every time Sim Ming gets a headache, he wants to draw his sword to seal their mouths.

People can be killed, but they cannot be driven away because they cannot be supported.

"You can just stay at ease, and I won't drive you away."

Xia You's eyes lit up when he heard this, he hugged Siming's arm and asked, "Really?"

Siming didn't move away either, instead she patiently replied again: "I keep my word."

"Thank you."

The whole person was so happy that he hugged Siming. Siming was startled for a while, and put his hands in the air for a while, then slowly put them on his back and patted them lightly.

Since this incident, the relationship between Xia You and Siming has eased a lot. Siming also let Xia You move to a better room and replaced a new batch of attendants. Xia You's life here is very comfortable.

Xia You is usually quiet, and the servants save a lot of energy. It is much better to have a talkative little master than to serve a teacher who is uncertain.

It has been a long time, and it is already deep winter in a blink of an eye, and there are pieces of snowflakes floating in the sky.

Every time, like a telepathy, just as Sim Ming returned home, there was always someone who jumped towards him just at the right time like a brisk lark.

"Sir, you're back!"

Siming caught him firmly, smiled sweetly and said, "Youyou, come out with such thin clothes."

Xia You's nose was red, she smiled embarrassedly, and said: "I was thinking about seeing my husband, but I forgot it in a moment of anxiety."

Siming couldn't do anything about her, so he shook off his cloak to completely cover the person in his arms.

Wrapping Xia You's cold hand completely in his own palm, Siming is a martial arts practitioner, with a hot body, and his body is as warm as a stove in the cold winter months.

Xia You's eyelashes were still hung with unmelted snow, blinking brightly, suddenly, she looked at Siming in the snow all over the sky and smiled lightly, just like a thousand branches of wintersweet blooming proudly in the snow, everything in the world overshadowed.

Siming was fascinated, this little guy has been in the house for more than half a year, since when has he silently gotten used to all the changes she brought.

She advised her not to kill people, so she would think before she drew her sword;

She advised her to do more good deeds, so when she saw a beggar on the side of the road, she would drop a bag of broken silver;

She advised her to go home early, so she would finish the affairs outside as early as possible every day just to be able to have a peaceful dinner for two.

Even when he resisted the title "Xianggong" from the very beginning, he became familiar with it. Every day when he heard this little lark calling himself "Xianggong" coquettishly in his ear, Siming would feel a faint regret—if he had killed him directly at the beginning After leaving Luan Hechuan, this title has already belonged to him.

Wouldn't it be better if people were killed without anyone noticing now?

"Come in."

Siming dragged her into the warm room, the snow on the cloak instantly turned into snow, dripping water all over the floor.

"Si Ming, your rouge has melted away. I'll help you repaint it later. It just so happens that today I adjusted the rouge to see if it suits your liking."

"it is good."

If people outside saw it, the all-powerful leader of the Demon Cult would have such a tender and affectionate moment, and others would be surprised.

However, ever since Xia You was by her side, the leader of the Demon Cult has suppressed his hostility, and bloody things like killing people will only be taught to his subordinates. She still remembers one time when she slaughtered an entire sect, she was full of blood On his way back home, Xia You saw her, and was too frightened to approach her for a long time. It took half a month before he was willing to talk to her.

Siming didn't want to see that fearful look in his eyes again.

"Yuyou, let me tell you something."

"What?" Xia You was reinserting the crooked hairpin in front of the mirror, but she didn't know the slightly heavy expression on Siming's face now.

Siming said: "The head of Xuanshan sent a letter saying that he will come to pick you up in five days."

"Clap!"

The hairpin slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a few cracks.

Xia You naturally knew who this person was. At first, Siming told her that she used to have a husband who was the head of the Xuanshan sect, and was forced to let her live here because of sect struggles.

But when it comes to the "husband" she has never met, Xia You is not interested, and even a little disgusted.

Xia You's fingers stopped in mid-air, tightly clutching the palm of his hand.

The dark purple skirt swayed slightly, Sim Ming walked over, lifted the dark purple skirt and knelt behind Xia You, picked out a jadeite jade hairpin again, and helped her pin it on her hair.

"This will always be your home."

Xia You froze in place, not knowing what to do.

The meaning of what she said was clearly that she wanted to send herself away, did she really feed the dog these days? !

She doesn't care about the head of the sect, the demon sect, or the martial arts, she just wants to stay.

Then Sim Ming said in a bad tone: "If you don't want to, I will send someone to reject him tomorrow. If he still persists, I will kill him with my own sword."

It turned out that Siming never thought of letting her go, Xia You let go again.

Just now, she almost thought that Siming would drive her away, but she was overthinking.

Xia You plunged into Siming's arms and said sullenly, "I don't want to leave, this is my home, and you are my husband."

Siming's eyes darkened, he raised his hand and slowly untied Xia You's Chunmei red dress, kissed the corner of Xia You's mouth and said, "Okay."

Siming naturally had her own selfishness mixed in, as long as Xia You was by her side, she didn't care even if she bore the infamy of being unloved.

It is said in the world that the leader of the Demon Cult does all kinds of evil, so she will show them all the evil she has done.

Anyway, with the gossip outside, one will kill the other, and she has plenty of ways to stop the gossip outside.

The whole martial arts world was shaken, and those who couldn't control their mouths earlier were not spared.

Luan Hechuan had never loved this wife before, but it was just a marriage forced by his family back then. Seeing that the leader of the Demon Cult was so angry, he quickly waved his wife to the leader of the Demon Cult with a smile on his face.

Now Siming logically became Xia You's veritable "sister-in-law".

However, Siming still couldn't resist chopping off one of his arms. As for the reason, there are different opinions. Some say that Luan Hechuan robbed the childhood sweetheart of the leader of the Demon Cult; One cut off his arm in a fit of rage; there was also a courageous person who told the truth, bluntly saying that the leader of the Demon Cult robbed someone else's wife, and ended up dying in vain...

All of a sudden, the world became more curious about the leader of the Demon Cult and his wife. The best-selling book in the world was "Record of Strange Events of the Demon Cult". After reading the earth-shattering love story with the leader's wife, people in the world can't help but have a good impression of this passionate and passionate leader of the Demon Cult.

The leader's wife also heard about it, bought a copy home curiously, and read it seriously, Siming raised the curtain and walked in, asking: "What are you looking at?"

Xia You raised her eyes from the book, shook the book in her hand, ""Record of the Demon Cult's Strange Events"."

Siming was obviously stunned for a moment, then quietly moved to Xia You's side, hugged Xia You and took the book in Xia You's hand, and threw it directly to the window.

"Another day, I'll ask them to find some good books for you. Don't read such boring things."

Xia You narrowed her eyes, grabbed Siming's ear, and asked, "Tell me, did you ask someone to write this?"

"what?"

The leader of the Devil's Cult took out his housekeeping skills of making up lies, and answered the question naturally: "How is it possible?"

"Here, what's written here is 'the teacher's wife and the teacher have been childhood sweethearts since they were young. The teacher's wife once embroidered a peony-shaped purse and gave it to the leader as a token of love." Didn't I give you this purse a few days ago? Why? Has it become a token of love when you were young? Besides, you said that you were still in the frontier at that time, why did you come to the Central Plains to meet me?"

The leader of the Demon Cult rubbed his head and said, "Oh, you have seen through, I think the whole martial arts world needs to know about our love story."

"childish!"

After a long time, Siming said again: "I have purses, and I have acquaintances, but you don't remember."

"what?"

Siming took a deep breath, and said slowly: "When I was 15 years old, I was ordered to go to the Central Plains to do a business. But something went wrong. I saved a kidnapped little girl in the flower market halfway. , but because of the delay in this matter, the business I got flew away. Maybe it was because I was dressed as a man at the time, and the girl promised to give me her body. Naturally, I refused, but the girl insisted that she would give me away. A peony purse, in order to get away earlier, I had no choice but to accept it, and then I forgot about the purse and the girl, and I didn’t know until a few days ago—”

Xia You said, "That girl is me, right?"

Siming nodded, looked at Xia You with a sincere expression, and paused every word: "Then do you still keep the promise you made with your body?"

Xia You's eyes were red, but she was smiling, her voice was choked up before she finished her sentence: "Naturally it's counted."

Going around, fortunately, the beloved here is with me.