So when she heard Ye Junlang admit all this, she believed the words of the Demon Saint Son and felt that Ye Junlang was indeed a despicable, shameless, false benevolent person.
So, she took action directly, and the dagger's sharpness pierced Ye Junlang.
However, she never thought that she could hurt Ye Junlang. She learned that Ye Junlang was very strong, and even the Demon Saint Son was extremely afraid. In the face of such a high-powered strength, she did not think that she could successfully attack.
Therefore, when the sharp edge of the dagger in her hand pierced into Ye Junlang's body and the blade was directly inserted into Ye Junlang's body, the witch's face was first stunned, then confused and confused - why didn't he hide? Why didn't he fight back?
Are I not opposite to him?
Didn’t he keep track of my whereabouts to silence me?
With this confusion, the witch stared at Ye Junlang in a daze. She stared at Ye Junlang's gaze. She sensed the warmth contained in Ye Junlang's deep eyes, and was also concerned, tolerant and guilt.
Apart from this, there was no malice or hostility, and the eyes were like looking at the woman he cared about the most in his life.
The witch's heart trembled, she gritted her teeth, and finally couldn't help asking: "You, why don't you hide? With your strength, no matter how much I attack, I will not hurt you."
"Why should I hide? I owe you a life."
Ye Junlang spoke, still looking at the witch with a calm gaze, and he took in his unparalleled face. At the same time, he also vaguely saw some problems.
At this time, the witch sensed a temperature coming from her wrist. She lowered her head and saw Ye Junlang's right hand holding her wrist.
In an instant, her whole body trembled suddenly as if she was struck by lightning. The temperature of her palm that could not be said to be familiar and rushed throughout her body. In the area of her mind that was missing a memory and seemed to be blank, it seemed that hazy scenes flashed, but they could not see clearly, and they could not see clearly at all.
Then, a tingling sensation like needles spread throughout her head.
"ah--"
"Who are you, who are you? Why, why do I feel this way?"
The witch screamed suddenly, and the voice contained a sense of pain.
Ye Junlang's eyes sank. He held the witch's shoulder with both hands and said, "Diewu, don't you remember me?"
"No, don't touch me, don't touch me..."
The witch screamed, and she shook Ye Junlang's hands away. She hugged her head, feeling that her whole head was pricked with thousands of needles, which was extremely painful.
The witch hugged her head and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.
"Butterfly dance!"
Ye Junlang shouted, he was about to chase after him, but suddenly, he sensed something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stopped.
Ye Junlang reached out to cover his chest and abdomen. He looked down and saw that most of the dagger had already penetrated into his body, with bright red blood flowing deep in it.
Ye Junlang's face seemed to show a hint of pain, and the aura on his body seemed to be constantly weakening because of this injury. It was a feeling of weakness bit by bit as time passed. Only powerful warriors could sense the change of this aura.
Ye Junlang walked to a big rock next to him and sat down. He lowered his head to look at the dagger inserted into his chest and abdomen, as if he wanted to pull out the dagger.
Behind, there was a hidden sound of wind blowing.
All this seemed to be in Ye Junlang's expectation. His expression remained unchanged and he never looked back. He just said, "You finally dare to show up!"
As he said that, Ye Junlang turned his head and said, "Demon Saint Son!"
At some point in the open space behind, a man appeared, a young man in black uniform, with a slim face, pale face, and a slight evil spirit. There were faint traces of original demonic energy surging in his body, and there were wisps of the power of the divine power spreading.
Demon Son!
The one who appeared quietly was the Demon Saint Son, and judging from his martial arts aura, he had obviously broken through the realm and understood the gods.
"Ye Junlang, did you actually guess that I was pulling it?"
The eyes of the Demon Saint Son narrowed slightly, and he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and looked at Ye Junlang's bright red chest. A trace of ecstasy flashed through his eyes, as if he was very satisfied with the witch's unexpected attack on Ye Junlang.
"The witch woke up, but there was something wrong with her memory, and she forgot everything about me, right?"
Ye Junlang stared at the Demon Saint Son with a burning gaze.
The Demon Saint Son did not speak, he was silent, but silence also represented an attitude.
"You discovered that the witch's memory was missing and took advantage of this. You instilled some half-true words with her, targeting me, and making the witch hostile to me." Ye Junlang spoke, and continued, "It was not accidental that the witch appeared in Jianghai City. It should have been yours? You know that I have been searching for the whereabouts of the witch. As long as the witch comes to Jianghai City, I will definitely know this news. If I know, I will definitely come to see the witch."
"Smart! There are not many opponents that can catch my eyes. Ye Junlang, you are definitely the strongest one, whether it is strength or intelligence." The Demon Saint Son spoke and continued, "What else?"
"When I went to Nanwang Mountain, I didn't notice anyone ambushing me. So, I think you should be ambushing in a hidden place at the foot of Nanwang Mountain. Seeing my car coming, you followed me after going up the mountain alone." Ye Junlang spoke and continued, "You haven't appeared, you are waiting for the witch to attack me. The witch's dagger pierced into my body. I was injured and my breath faded. You finally couldn't help but appear."
The Demon Saint Son sneered and said, "The Witch ran down the mountain. You originally wanted to chase him, but you didn't move because you sensed my breath? Are you waiting for me to show up on your own? Hahaha, I thought you would run away!"
"Escape? Why do I run?"
Ye Junlang's eyes suddenly sank, and he suddenly reached out and pulled out the dagger inserted into his body inch by inch.
At the same time, a huge pressure filled the body, the Nine Yang Qi and Blood swept through the sky, and a layer of blue-gold light was covered with the whole body.
The dagger was completely pulled out, and blood overflowed, but as he circulated the Qinglong golden body and secretly circulated the "Zhezi Jue" in the Nine-character Mantra Fist to heal the wound, the wound was slowly healing, and the originally surging blood gradually stopped.
The Demon Saint Son just watched from the side, with a sure win expression. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Do you know, after I appeared, I didn't rush to take action while you were injured?"
"Is there any difference? If you do it first or later, there is only one ending - death!" Ye Junlang stood up and said in a indifferent tone.
"Hahaha, I forgot to tell you that the dagger was handed over to the witch. I applied a medicine to the blade of the dagger." The Demon Saint Son said leisurely.
As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Junlang's face changed slightly.