"D*mn it, you big jerk, let me go!"

On the way down the mountain, Sasha kept pounding on Matthew's back, her face as red as an apple, seeing the amused expressions of the passing disciples. At that moment, Sasha was slung over Matthew's shoulder, her head dangling weakly behind him as she occasionally bit him with her teeth.

"Sasha, I've told you before, my name is Matthew Larson, your husband, and we are legally married," Matthew explained, looking at his shoulder covered in her saliva with helplessness.

"I don't believe you, you big jerk!" Sasha exclaimed, using all her strength to bite Matthew's shoulder again. Alas, she barely left a mark on him.

At the bottom of the mountain, Matthew took the keys to the SUV at the bottom of the mountain from Sasha's waist, opened the car door, and placed her in the passenger seat, carefully securing her with the seatbelt.

Suddenly, Matthew remembered he still needed to help Mr. Stewart with the herb garden, and sure enough, what one feared often came to pass. Mr. Stewart rushed down the mountain in a hurry, shouting, "Matthew, don't run off! My herb garden!"

In the afternoon, in Mr. Stewart's courtyard, Matthew squatted to one side, frowning as he channeled his spiritual power to water the herbs while Mr. Stewart sat nearby, carefully observing Sasha's symptoms and occasionally asking questions. "Do you remember me?"

"No," Sasha shook her head blankly. Until now, she only had strong feelings toward the big jerk named Matthew.

"Do you know who that rascal is squatting over there?"

This time, Sasha nodded. "His name

is Matthew. He's a super big jerk. They say he's my husband, but I don't believe him." Sasha then murmured her thoughts aloud. My future husband must have top-notch medical skills, excellent martial arts, and must be very handsome."

Mr. Stewart was momentarily stunned, glancing at Matthew, who was working hard on the other side. If Sasha had not truly lost her memory, he would have suspected that these two were deliberately showing off in front of him. In terms of medical skills, even Mr. Stewart himself couldn't surpass Matthew. In terms of strength, a grandmaster was already at the pinnacle of the world. And in terms of looks, Matthew was also among the top in the world. Matthew, who was squatting behind, smiled upon hearing Sasha's comments. Wifey's ideal husband is still me!

After a long time, Mr. Stewart still couldn't figure out what was wrong with Sasha.

Finally, Matthew looked at the vibrant herbs in the courtyard with a gardener's smile and said, "Mr. Stewart, Mr. Lucius asked me to help repair the mountain protection array so I'll leave now. Sasha will stay here for now." He walked over to Mr. Stewart and pointed at Sasha.

"You big jerk, why should I stay here just because you said so!" Sasha huffed and puffed up her cheeks after hearing Matthew's arrangement.

As Matthew left, Sasha felt a fleeting thought in her mind, but no matter how hard she tried to recall it, she couldn't remember anything. "Is that jerk really my..." Sasha lowered her head, mumbling to the ants nearby.

"Be good and wait for me to come back."

Matthew found Lucius standing at

the mountain's protective array. "Mr. Lucius, is there anything I can help. with?" he asked, feeling a sense of guilt toward the sect, as it was his presence that had led to Montiria's attack. Even the cemetery at Basha's Sacred Mount now had several hundred new tombstones.

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