(Where is the ticket?)

"Master...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ping Liangying cried heartbrokenly and moved the world. Perhaps it was because she suppressed too much grievance in her heart, and she vented it all at once, so she cried so miserable that she looked helpless. After a while, tears wet a large piece of clothes on Wang Cheng’s chest.

Wang Cheng stood by the bed in a daze, and suddenly came to his senses. After all, what happened in front of him was a bit too difficult to accept. So he raised his hands, either to let go, or not to let go. He just looked at Pingliangying, who was still crying in his arms and whispered: "Pingliangying, stop crying, see clearly, I am not your master."

Hearing Wang Cheng's words, Pingliangying couldn't help but look up and still sobbing, tears were still flowing, and her eyes were looking at Wang Cheng with tears on her face, and her head was twitching, and she said aggrievedly: "Master, do you don't know Sakura anymore? Master, do you want Sakura anymore, don't you? Wuwuwuwu, Master, don't chase Sakura away..."

As she said that, under Wang Cheng's stunned gaze, she threw herself into Wang Cheng's arms again and cried loudly: "Master, Sakura is scared. Don't drive Sakura away. Master, Sakura is obedient. Sakura is very obedient. Sakura promises that the master will work hard to practice swords. Master, don't drive Sakura away, wuwuwu...Master...↖"

Bang!

The door of the room was pushed open quickly. Zhang Shaoyun heard the voice and thought something had happened, so he rushed in. However, when he saw this scene, he was stunned at the door and murmured, "Master...Master, what, what's going on?"

Wang Cheng still frowned. He pressed Ping Liangying's arm with his palm. He tried to pull her apart. But she almost used all the strength she could use at this moment to hug Wang Cheng's waist. The normal force could not be pulled open. If he forced it away, it would probably accidentally cause the wound on her arm to recur again.

"I don't know, she just woke up and it was like this. I don't know what happened. Come and help pull her away, be gentle, don't let the wound crack."

Wang Cheng hurriedly shouted to his apprentice Zhang Shaoyun, his face a little bad.

"Oh, okay..."

Zhang Shaoyun agreed, and he was also two big-headed. He didn't know what happened, and was afraid of making the master angry. So he walked over slowly and looked carefully at Ping Liangying's head buried in the master's chest. He found that his face was indeed full of tears, and his eyes were so aggrieved, and he kept crying. If he hadn't known what was going on from the beginning, he might have thought that his master had done something bad to her. It made people cry so sadly.

However, when Zhang Shaoyun grabbed Pingliangying's uninjured arm with one hand and wanted to help pull it away, Pingliangying suddenly turned her head and stared at him, her eyes regained the coldness and ruthlessness. The great god shouted: "Go away."

Then, she waved her instinctively strongly, and her arms instantly changed like a sword, and her palms changed like a sword tip, directly stabbing Zhang Shaoyun's throat. It was a real move to take human life.

This is the sword technique she has practiced deeply in her bones, and she can pick it up instinctively.

Zhang Shaoyun was shocked and hurriedly retreated, not daring to block it. However, his strength was a distance of 100,000 miles from Pingliangying, and he had no time to dodge. He could only watch the sword about to pierce his throat.

At this time, Wang Cheng hurriedly reached out and grabbed Ping Liangying's wrist, stared at the other party, and said in a deep voice: "Stop, Ping Liangying, what are you doing?"

The force on Pingliangying's arm disappeared in an instant, and her face was still full of rain. She raised her head and looked at Wang Cheng with a pitiful and aggrieved look on her face. She pouted and said, "Master, Sakura hates him."

Wang Cheng felt a headache and had no idea what to do with this nerve-inducing Pingliangying. He simply grabbed Pingliangying's wrist and carefully took the pulse, checked the changes in the pulse, and found that the pulse had become smooth, but when it was involved in the acupuncture points on the head, there were some changes. He couldn't help but reach out to carefully check around the injured part of Pingliangying's head.

Pingliang Sakura also stopped crying, and let Wang Cheng mess with his head docilely, and asked crisply: "Master, is Sakura sick? Does Sakura need medicine?"

Zhang Shaoyun widened his eyes and looked at Pingliangying, who was as well-behaved as the little girl Wang Xiaolin, and she looked exactly like when she attacked her just now. Is this the Japanese kendo girl who is like an iceberg?

What exactly happened? It made her like this?

Zhang Shaoyun had ten thousand question marks in his mind.

After Wang Cheng checked it, his expression was extremely serious and his eyes were a little shocked.

Because, the various manifestations of Pingliangying and the abnormalities of the acupoints on her head indicate that there is only one possibility for her now, that is, amnesia. And it is not ordinary amnesia, and her intelligence has also regressed. When she was a child, it was about five or six years old, or even younger.

Wang Cheng found that the dozen acupuncture points on her head were abnormal, which was a little different from normal people, but he didn't know what the reason was. Looking at Ping Liangying's innocent eyes, he did not hesitate at all. He flipped his palm and took out two jade needles and stabbed them into the two acupuncture points that had changed on his head.

Ping Liangying immediately had a hint of fear on her face, but she held back no movement, her body was a little stiff, and she watched Wang Cheng stab two jade needles into her head. She opened her mouth to talk, but when she saw Wang Cheng's extremely serious appearance, she didn't say it out loud, but just looked at Wang Cheng pitifully with her eyes.

Wang Cheng grabbed Ping Liangying's pulse with one hand, and controlled the two jade needles on his head with the other hand to continuously stimulate her to regain her memory through the other hand. He looked at her expression carefully, hoping to stimulate her to restore her memory by stimulating her to do so, or some other changes.

However, after a few breaths, he found that Ping Liangying's appearance had not changed at all, and her memory had not recovered. He still looked at him pitifully, as if his little sister Wang Xiaolin was crying.

"Master, Sakura is injured, it hurts so much..."

Pingliangying couldn't help but hold her mouth and whispered, feeling very aggrieved, and finally felt the stinging pain of the wound on her shoulder and head.

Wang Cheng sighed helplessly. He pulled out the two jade needles on her head. He looked at her with complicated eyes and whispered: "Pingliangying, do you remember who you are?"

Heiliang Sakura frowned and thought for a while, and nodded with certainty, "Remember, I am Sakura."

Wang Cheng frowned again and continued to ask, "Who am I?"

Pingliangying grabbed Wang Cheng's hand, shook it gently, and prayed: "Master. You are my master, don't want Sakura, Master, Sakura will be very obedient."

Zhang Shaoyun also saw it and stepped forward to whisper beside his master Wang Cheng: "Master, it seems that she must have lost her memory."

Wang Cheng glared at the boy and asked in a low voice: "I know, the question is, what should I do now?"

Zhang Shaoyun asked in confusion: "Master, can you cure it?"

In his impression, Master Wang Cheng's medical skills are unparalleled in the world. He has no cure diseases with a method like a god. This simple amnesia should be easily captured, right?

In fact, Wang Cheng really had no choice to deal with this symptom for a while, because memory is an unexplainable existence. He simply shook his head and said, "There is no way for the time being. I need to study it carefully before it can be cured."

"Or what if I want the police to come and take her away now? Leave it to the Japanese and let them worry."

Zhang Shaoyun said very simply.

"Master, don't drive me away, wuwu...Master..."

Ping Liangying seemed to hear something, and suddenly hugged Wang Cheng's waist again, and her face hit Wang Cheng's chest hard. She immediately started crying loudly, and tears began to flow down like a small river again.

Wang Cheng suddenly had a headache, and when he heard the crying, he hurriedly said, "Okay, stop crying."

Woo...

Pingliangying's crying stopped immediately, as if she knew that Wang Cheng was angry and angry. She sobbed gently, looked up at Wang Cheng and whispered: "Sakura will not cry anymore, Sakura is obedient, Master, don't drive me away."

Wang Cheng looked at the tears and thought of his sister, so he really couldn't make up his mind. He reached out and touched her head and said, "Okay, I won't let you go for the time being. You still have injuries. You can sleep for a while."

Pingliangying nodded and lay down as she said, but one hand still grabbed the corner of Wang Cheng's clothes and said gently, "Master, don't leave, sleep with me, and tell Sakura stories."

Zhang Shaoyun almost couldn't help laughing, as if the master suddenly turned into a nanny.

But Wang Cheng was not a nanny, so he was about to wear out his patience. He glared at Ping Liangying and said in a deep voice: "Sleep well, don't talk anymore."

Pingliangying looked at Wang Cheng's eyes and shook her body slightly when she was frightened. Then she covered herself with a little panic and said aggrievedly: "Yes, Master, Sakura listened to Master."

After saying that, she closed her eyes, tears were still stained with her eyelashes, and clear tears on her face.

Wang Cheng let out a long breath and felt that he was more tired than fighting. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He turned around and walked out, sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, drank the tea in one sip, and then felt a little relaxed.

Zhang Shaoyun followed Wang Cheng, looked back at Ping Liangying, whose eyes were still closed on the bed, but whose wet eyelashes were trembling, and asked seriously: "Master, do you want to call the police?"

Wang Cheng thought for a while and frowned and said, "Don't hit her first. She wakes up later and I'll see the situation. I'm really worried about handing over her like this."

Zhang Shaoyun nodded and agreed. Knowing that the master's soft-heartedness had arisen again, he didn't say anything, so he walked out.

At this time, Yang Qingyu walked out of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist and asked curiously: "Wang Cheng, what happened just now?"

Wang Cheng said helplessly: "Ping Liangying just woke up, but it should be because of the situation."

Yang Qingyu was stunned and stood there. Obviously, she felt that this was a little unbelievable. She asked in surprise: "Amnesia? Is it the head injury affected? Can it be cured?"

"I can't cure it for the time being."

Wang Cheng shook his head.

Yang Qingyu was speechless, sat down, looked at Ping Liangying who seemed to be asleep, and smiled bitterly: "It was really an accident, I actually lost my memory."

However, Wang Cheng can also see from the performance of Heiliang Sakura's memory loss that this strong and glorious Kendo girl did not seem to have a good childhood. She has been worshipped under Hattori Keno as a successor since she was a child and will definitely be strictly required.

Before the two of them could say a few words, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside, and the number should be quite large.

Then, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun walked in, accompanied by several policemen and two strong white men with extremely bad looks.

Coincidentally, one of the two policemen was known to Wang Cheng, who was Sun Donghe, a disciple of the Sun family who had had an intersection with him during the last time during the Quan Zairen incident.

It seems that Sun Donghe did not resign last time, but was transferred.

"Wang Cheng, you murderer, Stan has been killed by you. We will sue you for murder!"

Two white men came over, and one of them pointed at Wang Cheng and shouted loudly, speaking in standard Chinese. Judging from his eagerness to try, if he hadn't known Wang Cheng's strength, he might have rushed up to grab the person with his own hands.

Wang Cheng ignored these two white men from Taekwondo headquarters at a glance, but looked at Sun Donghe.

Sun Donghe looked at Wang Cheng with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He obviously admired Wang Cheng very much. He stepped forward and clasped his fists at Wang Cheng and said, "Wang Cheng, first congratulations on winning the first martial arts competition, and defeating the three overseas masters to create a record of victory."

Wang Cheng stood up, smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Haha, you don't have to be so polite between you and me. What are they here to do?"

Seeing that Wang Cheng ignored him and was used to attracting attention, the two white men suddenly became angry. The young white man standing behind was a little angry and shouted directly at Wang Cheng: "Fake!" Then, he rushed towards Wang Cheng in one step, and a powerful right hook punch hit Wang Cheng's head.

Of course, Wang Cheng was prepared for a long time, so when the opponent took action, he had already made moves. Moreover, he came first, and his speed was definitely higher than the opponent. When the opponent just swung his fist, his fist hit the opponent's abdomen.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the big white man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was directly hit by Wang Cheng's seemingly random punch and flew backwards. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood in the air. After falling to the ground, he trembled all over, covered his abdomen and could not move. He looked at Wang Cheng in horror. After experiencing Wang Cheng's strength personally, he knew that he had done something stupid on impulse, and his lips were about to move, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back and didn't say it.

Wang Cheng looked at the white man on the ground coldly, made a tilted action, and asked, "What did you say? Say it louder, I can't hear it." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!