There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 685 The Healed Person

The woman on the tree spoke softly, with a little casual playfulness.

Not knowing these three words, in Fang Bie's view, has a very real sense of unreality.

To put it simply, it's the feeling that you tell lies with your eyes open but I can't expose it.

"Don't you know?" Fang Bie said softly.

"I don't know." He Ping nodded for confirmation.

There was no hesitation in her voice.

"Oh." Fang Bie nodded, looking at the moon and the sea in front of him.

"But I feel very familiar with you, and I really want to see you again."

"And." Fang Bie paused.

"When I want to find you, I can really find you."

Yes, when Fang Bie wanted to find He Ping, even if he lost his memory, even if he didn't know if He Ping was by his side, as long as he wanted to find it, he would definitely be able to find it.

This may be the best tacit understanding cultivated after a long time with each other.

"Don't be so confident." He Ping smiled on the tree and said, "How can you be sure that you didn't want me to find you?"

"I have no way to be sure." Fang Bie nodded.

He looked ahead, then changed the subject: "What are you doing here?"

He Ping froze for a moment.

Fang Bie's sudden change of topic made her a little unable to adapt.

"What are you doing here?" Fang Bie continued, "Didn't you say that you've been very busy recently?"

He Ping laughed for a moment: "Why, do you want to help me?"

Her laughter is Yan Yan.

Fang Bie looked ahead: "Can't you?"

"Yes, but you can't do it, at least you can't do it now." He Ping said slowly: "You have become so weak now that I can't keep you by my side at all. I can only ask His Highness to take care of you here."

"So you can't do me any favors."

"If I get back something I've forgotten, is that okay?" Fang Bie asked.

"Of course you can, but the problem is that you have been looking for it for a long time, but you still haven't found it in the end." He Ping said slowly, "Besides, my time is running out."

"Actually, I am very strong now." Fang Bie looked at his hands and said, "I can do amazing things that I can't even imagine."

It's as if you can easily defeat those seemingly invincible enemies with just one blow of an ax as if you were playing.

Every hit feels like a stroke of genius.

"That's because you are too weak and your opponent is even weaker, which gave you such a wonderful illusion." He Ping said slowly from the tree.

This woman said such words slowly and lightly, giving people the feeling that she also enjoyed the process of talking.

But Fang Bie was quite unhappy.

"I want to help you." He said softly.

The boy before amnesia wanted to help the woman in front of him.

Even after amnesia.

It's as if it's an embedded part of the body.

It seems to be some kind of belief.

He Ping waved her hand lightly, and her whole body bounced off the branch in an instant, then rolled lightly in the air, and finally landed in front of Fang Bie silently.

The woman under the moon is unexpectedly beautiful, but also unexpectedly cold.

She looked at Fang Bie: "Why don't you try to swing a sword at me first?"

"I don't have a sword." Fang Bie said without hesitation.

Fang Bie did not have a sword.

He came out in such a hurry that he didn't even bring an axe.

How could Fang Bie, without a sword, swing that sword at He Ping?
"You have a sword." He Ping looked at Fang Bie and said.

Before she finished speaking, she quietly threw the sword in her hand to Fang Bie.

The boy subconsciously caught it.

He Ping's sword is very light.

Light as a reed.

But the sword is also tough.

So this is He Ping's sword?

Fang Bie looked at the sword in his hand: "Then where is your sword?"

"Here is my sword." He Ping said with a smile.

She raised her arm, and under the moonlight, Fang Bie saw gas-like flames gradually converging in He Ping's hand, and finally turned into a burning hot purple air blade, which looked menacing.

The boy sincerely felt that this Qi Blade was too familiar.

But where is it familiar, and I can't remember it at all.

"Swing your sword at me." He Ping said, looking at Fang Bie who was holding the sword.

Fang Bie stood there and shook his head.

He didn't look like he was swinging a sword at the person in front of him at all.

I am even more afraid that if I do something, the person in front of me will be killed by myself.

"If you want to help me, at least you have to defeat me first." He Ping said calmly under the moonlight: "Otherwise, why do you want to help me?"

"Don't worry, you can't hurt me at all."

"So please try your best to wave the sword in your hand, and let me see how much power you still have left."

Fang Bie looked at the woman in front of him and made up his mind in an instant.

I still need to prove something to the people in front of me.

For example, to prove that even if you forget almost everything about yourself, you still have strong qualifications.

He pursed his lips and clenched the sword in his hand.

This is the sword given to him by the other party, so he must be able to display a stronger sword in the other party's hands.

He stepped forward, spotted where He Ping was standing, and stabbed with his sword forcefully.

What he stabbed was He Ping's lower abdomen.

Instinct told him that there was no harm there.

So even if you get stabbed, you won't die.

In front of him, He Ping laughed softly: "A sword is for killing people."

"Once you no longer have the intention to kill, then this sword will lose all its power limply."

At the same time that He Ping opened his mouth, the sword that Fang Bie thought was bound to be won fell lightly in an instant.

At the same time, he felt a tingling pain in his chest as if being burned by fire.

Then it was as cold as if wrapped in ice.

He let go of the sword in his hand in an instant, curled up on the ground in pain, and struggled feebly. Although he didn't let out a groan, he couldn't stand up anymore.

He Ping stood in front of Fang Bie in pain, and sighed, "You're so weak."

"So do you feel that you are playing too much?" A voice slowly came from the side.

The girl in white is hazy under the moonlight.

"Although amnesia is his own choice, he certainly never thought of being bullied by you like this."

"That's not necessarily true." He Ping said with a faint smile: "Maybe when he thinks of all this, and recalls my sword, he may have a sense of happiness from being healed from the bottom of his heart."

He Ping said seriously.

"Then I feel really sick." Yan Yu shook her head and said, "If he wakes up, what should I say to him?"

"Just say I'll just wait there for him, when he's strong enough." He Ping said with a smile.

Saying this, she walked towards the distance: "You have to work hard, the fate of this country is in your hands."

"Of course, it's also within my grasp."

Yan Yu watched He Ping's figure gradually blur under the moonlight.

Finally Youyou sighed.

"How stubborn you are."

(End of this chapter)