Chapter 802 Who Is She

He gently stroked the fat bug in his hand, then took the knife, cut his fingertips, and then let the king drink his blood.

"Little darling, you have to perform well in a while, otherwise I will be sorry for your decades of kindness. When you perform well, I will definitely make you well fed."

He carefully held the gold bug, and placed it on the bloody wrist. Qi Yuan clenched the jade bead in his hand suddenly, and turned around, but he couldn't see it anymore.

It's just that the golden fat worm jumped up when it touched human blood, and then ran away as if it had encountered some natural enemy.

The pupils of the alien man contracted from time to time, and finally he had to bend his waist.

"Master Hou, some people can't use Gu."

"Can't use Gu?"

It was the first time that Qi Yuan heard about it, "Who else can't use Gu, didn't you say that your Gu is omnipotent?"

"Yes," the alien man has always thought that his Gu is omnipotent, "but there are records in my clan's books, some people in this world are afraid of Gu."

"What kind?"

Qi Ning's brows were almost all tied into knots. Could it be that he spent so much time bringing people to him just to knock them unconscious?

But what's the use of having a woman tied up?

"It's a kind of..." The alien man recalled what was recorded at the top of the tome.

"Some people have special bloodlines, and that's probably why."

"And this kind of bloodline person must be the natural enemy of Gu worms. Gu worms can't get close, and they can't be controlled with Gu."

Card sound. Qi Yuan crushed the jade beads he was holding in his hand. If a good jade bead was broken, it would be broken. It was just a bead polished from such a fine jade. silver?

And when he says pinch it, he crushes it.

The alien man inexplicably felt that his breath was suffocating, and his head was squeezed in the middle, which seemed to be not a jade bead, but his head.

This is enough to crush the jade beads, and it is impatient to think about it. If this is replaced by his head, it should be an easy thing to think about, right?

When the jade is squeezed like this, it is broken.

And if his head was pinched like this, he would be dead.

"Master Hou, there is another way," the alien man said quickly.

Qi Yuan let go of his hand, and the broken jade foam in his hand also gently scattered all over the ground.

"Meow……"

A snow-like shadow jumped onto the slump, and the man lying on the slump opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the little white cat's head.

"What's the matter, are you hungry?"

"Meow……"

The white cat rubbed its owner's finger with its little head.

Luo Hengju sat up and also hugged the white cat into his arms.

This night, for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep, and there was always some inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and he didn't know where it started.

He stood up, and the white cat was lying on his shoulders. It was like this when he raised Zhefeng. When Zhefeng was a young eagle, he fed it one by one with his own hands. , Later, when he grew up, he became a little arrogant, so he fed less, but this cat, Miaomiao, was raised squeamishly. .

He opened the cabinet on one side, and then took out something from it. This is the jerky that the people in the kitchen made for Miaomiao. Miaomiao likes to eat it the most. When it was coaxing a cat.

"Meow……"

As soon as Miaomiao saw her jerky coming, she jumped onto the table and squatted there waiting for the master to feed her.

Lao Hengju took out two pieces of jerky for it, and placed them on the table.

Miaomiao ran over and squatted there to eat.

But Lao Hengjuan opened the door, walked into the courtyard, and looked up at the bright moon, but he felt a chill down his spine.

In a room, the person inside is not sleeping very well, even if there is a restorative incense, but the person has been frowning, and it has not loosened.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Madam, you're awake," a girl hurried over with a look of joy on her face, "You're finally awake, but you scared the slaves to death. If you don't wake up again, Anan really doesn't know what to do. already?"

As a result, her voice became smaller as she spoke, because the woman who was awake at this time was staring straight at her, her eyes as if stained with frost, almost illuminating the apex of her heart. the darkest place.

"Hu... Madam, what do you think of slaves like this?"

Anan couldn't help touching his face, yes, it's a good look at what the girl does, or it makes her almost invisible, and there is a kind of fear in her eyes. Speechless for no reason.

"who I am?"

The woman asked suddenly.

There was a blank in her memory, but the blankness did not mean that she was a fool.

"You are my wife."

Anan blinked, "Madam, don't you know the slaves?"

The woman put her hand on her forehead. It hurts here, and of course it's blank. She can't remember the past, including herself.

She even forgot herself, so she didn't need to talk about others.

"who I am?"

She asked again.

It was also confusing to Anan to ask.

Not long after, a doctor came. The doctor checked the pulse for a long time, but he didn't find anything. It's just that this is a disease of amnesia, and it's hard to say whether I can remember it in the future.

It is possible that I can remember it tomorrow, and it is also possible that I can't remember it for the rest of my life.

After the doctor left, Anan stood by worriedly, Madam, can't you really remember anything? She asked worriedly, and such an expression, such an accident, was completely untrue.

It can be seen that she was also surprised, and she did not know.

Perhaps, the woman still put her hand on her forehead, wanting to recall the past, even if it was just a little bit, but she really couldn't think of the slightest bit of the past, even her own name. It is also forgotten.

"who I am?"

This is the third time she is asking. A person who doesn't even have a name can only ask such a sentence.

"You are my wife."

Anan quickly replied, the wife is the wife's.

"I'm married?"

The woman looked up and asked Anan, her past had been lost, and she could only retrieve her so-called past from Anan's mouth.

"Well," Anan nodded vigorously, "Madam is married."

"Who am I marrying?"