You have a good chance, I accept it.

"This is it."

Looking at the ruins below, Ye Lin waved his hand, and countless pieces of soil flew up, and the whole land seemed to be alive.

As the soil surged, a miserable figure was sent out, lying quietly on the ground.

It was a woman, a beautiful woman, but she looked a little miserable. Her robes were torn, revealing a large area of ​​white snow, and there were countless scars all over her body.

His breath was extremely weak, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

"Oh? There is still a little breath, tsk tsk tsk, this is God's blessing."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Ye Lin was ready to raise his hand to deal with her.

"Husband...husband?"

Unexpectedly, just when Ye Lin was about to deal with the woman, the woman opened her eyes and looked at Ye Lin. The woman slowly raised her palm and pointed at Ye Lin, and shouted in a daze.

For a moment, Ye Lin's hand stopped in the air and his brows furrowed slightly.

"I'm not your husband. You've seen the wrong person."

Ye Lin said, golden light gathering in his hands.

As long as Ye Lin makes a slight move, the woman in front of him will be completely dissipated and completely disappear between heaven and earth.

"It's...it's you, husband...husband."

The next moment, the woman in front of him gradually got up, stood up with her seriously injured body and looked at Ye Lin.

"Husband, why don't you recognize me?"

"Is Qingyu so unbearable? Is Qingyu really not as good as that witch Mei Jiaojiao?"

The woman watched Ye Lin speak word by word, and there were even tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong with you, woman? Just beg for mercy. Why do you want to recognize your husband at random?"

Ye Lin frowned and said, even if he didn't know the woman in front of him, even if he wanted to kill the woman in front of him, he couldn't bear to let his hand fall down for a moment.

"No, you are my husband. Your face, your breath, and your figure are exactly the same as his. You are my husband."

Su Qingyu said word for word.

Seeing Su Qingyu being so serious, even Ye Lin was stunned for a moment.

He immediately began to ask about the clone in his body. After all, if he wanted to ask if there was anyone exactly like him in the world, the answer would definitely be yes.

That is his own clone.

Unexpectedly, all of his clones said they didn't recognize him.

Ye Lin slowly came to the ground and stood opposite Su Qingyu.

"I'm not your husband, but why do you call me your husband? Is it possible that you have met me?"

Ye Lin stood opposite Su Qingyu and frowned.

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with the girl in front of him.

But he thought he had never seen Su Qingyu.

Logically speaking, this should not happen to a true immortal. After all, if this happens, either someone has tampered with the true immortal's memory, or there is another person who looks exactly like him in the world.

The only ones who can unknowingly tamper with the memories of true immortals are Taiyi Xuanxian, even Jinxian, and even Taiyi Jinxian.

But the powerful Ye Lin has never met face to face, let alone tampered with his own memory. Those powerful people are just taking advantage of themselves.

It would be even more impossible if there were people exactly like me in the world.

Although there are many wonders in the world, once one becomes an immortal, the best way to distinguish a person is his breath.

The appearance can be changed, the flesh and blood can be changed, but the breath cannot be changed.

Even if the imitated breath is still different from the real breath.