At this moment, only gold could comfort his wounded little heart.
The instinct of a killer made Xi Yu feel that something was not quite right.
He observed the masked man in front of him.
When Yue Mingxuan heard his name, there was no look of surprise in his eyes, which meant that he was not someone from the martial world.
However, judging from his movements, which were clean and decisive with a hint of carefree boldness, he did carry a bit of a heroic air.
Thinking of this, Xi Yu asked cautiously, "May I ask, where am I right now?"
When Yue Mingxuan heard this question, he opened his mouth in surprise.
He had never heard that a back injury could cause memory loss.
Could this man be pretending to be confused on purpose to avoid paying the hundred taels of gold?
Yue Mingxuan studied Xi Yu carefully and asked, "Do you still remember your name?"
Xi Yu sighed.
