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"You bastard, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Yuwen Yi was furious, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Mo Sijin.

"Sister Yue, help! Brother Yi is bullying me!"

Instead of fighting back, he nimbly hid behind Bai Yue. Yuwen Yi paused his attack and swallowed back the surging energy.

"Ayi, stop messing around. Ajin just got injured. Aren't you afraid that his injury will get worse if you hit him with that blow?"

"But you heard it just now. He actually dared to mock me as a young husband and even said that you two are family!"

When he saw that she actually stood up to defend Mo Sijin, his face instantly fell, and his eyes were full of grievance.

"But he's right. Don't you always say you're the little husband?"

Bai Yue looked at Yuwen Yi in confusion, not understanding why he was so angry.

"...So you think the same as him, that you can divorce me at any time?"

"Ah? Divorce you? Is it possible that you, Ayi, have another woman you like?"

"What are you talking about? When did I say I like other women?"

"But didn't you ask me if I wanted to divorce you? If you fall in love with someone else, of course I'll oblige you."

In a conversation that was completely irrelevant, Yuwen Yi finally erupted like a volcano.

“…You are such an idiot! You don’t understand my heart at all!”

"Okay, you always think I like other women, so I'll show you now!"

The other person turned around abruptly and stormed out of the door angrily.

"Ayi, where are you going? Come back here quickly. Aren't you usually very smart? Why are you acting like a fool right now?"

Yu Wen Ze was afraid that his younger brother would do something stupid in a fit of impulse, so he followed him without hesitation and chased after him.

"…Did I say something wrong?"

Bai Yue looked at Yaksha expectantly, but before he could say anything, Mo Sijin had quietly pulled up her sleeve and spoke softly with extreme caution.

"Sister Yue, I'm sorry. It's all because of me that you and Brother Yi had a fight!"

"Forget it, it's also that boy's fault for losing his temper. He was easily provoked by you. How will he fight against Xiaoyue's other husbands in the future?"

The Yaksha gently waved his round fan and glanced at Mo Sijin who was pretending to be innocent. At this moment, the Rakshasa suddenly cheered, his face full of uncontrollable joy.

"Xiaoye, you're awake! You're awake! That's great, Xiaoyue, your medicine works! It really works!"

"Aunt Luo, don't get excited yet. Let me check Uncle Zhuang's pulse to see if the poison has been completely eliminated!"

Bai Yue put her hand on Zhuang Xiaoye's wrist as she spoke, only listening to the diligent report of The Complete Works of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Chinese Herbal Medicine Treatment in her mind.

"The patient's heart has been pierced by a 6-centimeter needle-like object. If not treated promptly, it may lead to myocardial infarction and heart failure!"

"heart?"

She tore open the collar of Zhuang Xiaoye's shirt without hesitation, and saw one or two drops of black blood quietly seeping out from his heart.

"...This is the eye of an embroidery needle. Damn it, Rakshasa! Your attack just now hit his heart!"

As soon as Yaksha finished speaking, Rakshasa's face turned pale as paper and he muttered to himself.

"It's all my fault. I was so stubborn and stubborn. Xiaoye, please forgive me. I will die now to atone for my sins!"

Just as she was about to have thoughts of suicide again, Zhuang Xiaoye suddenly raised his arm, like a solid barrier, stopping her desperate action.

"Shuang'er, how can I blame you for this? It's me who made you endure so many years of suffering, and caused your black hair to turn white so early. Now all of this is the bitter fruit I deserve. You must not blame yourself for this!"

"Xiao Ye, what exactly happened back then? Those who arrested me said you were afraid of death and told the leader our secret whereabouts. Then you took the leader's bounty and fled the Wulin Alliance..."

As soon as Luosha finished speaking, Zhuang Xiaoye's expression became agitated and he could not hide his excitement.

"No, Shuang'er, how could I betray you? Those people from the Demon Cult actually took the embroidered shoes I gave you and said you fell into their hands, so I surrendered and let them do whatever they wanted..."

"Embroidered shoes? What embroidered shoes?"

When Luosha heard this, his face was instantly filled with doubt.

"Have you forgotten? According to the rules of our Demonic Cult, if you want to betray the Church, you must walk barefoot across the ice bridge under the sticks of all the believers!"

After Yaksha's reminder, the nightmare-like past resurfaced in Luosha's mind, but at this moment, she suddenly realized and finally understood what the embroidered shoes that Zhuang Xiaoye was talking about.

"I remember now. The pair of shoes you mentioned were given to me as a token of love as you embroidered your name on them!"

Luosha's face turned pale as he looked at Zhuang Xiaoye and continued to question him.

"What happened next, Xiaoye? Since you were caught by them, how did you escape?"

"My eldest brother, along with Master Yi Nian of Zixiao Temple and Master Yuwen of Feiyun Villa, worked together to rescue me from danger. When I hurried to our secret base to look for you, I only found your other embroidered shoe and a shocking pool of blood on the edge of a cliff. At that moment, I thought you had jumped off the cliff and died. In my grief, I even thought about following you..."

When Zhuang Xiaoye said this, his voice couldn't help but choke up, filled with deep emotion.

"But my eldest brother knocked me out and threatened me with his life to complete a task, so I changed my name to Lao Zhuang and became a servant in Yuwen Villa!"

"At the time, in order to escape from the Demon Cult as quickly as possible, I forgot it by the Ice Bridge. Someone must have done something with it, causing you to be in this state..."

Luosha couldn't help but murmur under his breath when he heard this, his thoughts racing. Bai Yue was quick to interrupt the conversation and urged them on.

"Aunt Luo, can we talk later if we have anything to say? There's still a needle stuck in Uncle Zhuang's heart, so let's find a way to pull it out first!"

"Yes, Rakshasa, now it's time for you and I to use our internal energy together to force the embroidery needle out of your lover's chest..."

"Wait a minute, Aunt Ye, you said to use your internal energy to force the needle out, but the needle is inserted into the heart. What if you can't control your internal energy and directly blow Uncle Zhuang's heart out?"

Bai Yue shook her head vigorously, obviously not agreeing with Yasha's idea.

"Then Xiaoyue, what do you think we should do? Should we just cut open his heart and take out the needle?"

"Well, Aunt Ye, your idea is absolutely correct. Please keep watch at the door. I'm going to perform surgery on Uncle Zhuang!"

She raised her right hand slightly, and in an instant, a huge surgical equipment box magically appeared at her feet.