Chapter 806: Who is she
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Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife
- Xia Ran Xue
- 1168 characters
- 2021-01-30 02:07:52
He gently stroked the fat bug in his hand, and then took a knife, cut his fingertips, and let King Gu drink his blood.
"Little baby, you have to behave well for a while, otherwise, I'm sorry for your great grace for decades. When you behave well, I will surely let you eat well."
He carefully supported the golden worm and placed it on the wrist. Qi Yuan suddenly grasped the jade bead in his hand and turned around, unable to see it anymore.
It's just that the golden fat bug bounced as soon as it hit human blood, and then ran away as if it had encountered some natural enemy.
The pupils of the alien man shrank 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's the first time Qi Yuan has heard, "Is there anyone who doesn't use Gu? Didn't you say that your Gu is omnipotent?"
"Yes," the alien man has always believed that his Gu is omnipotent, "but there are records in the ancient books of my clan, and some people in this world are afraid of Gu."
"which type?"
Qi Ning's brows were almost tied up. Could it be that he took so much time to bring people, just to knock them out, or tie them up like the last time.
But what is the use of a woman who is tied up?
"It's a..." The alien man recalled what was recorded at the top of that classic book.
"Some people have special blood, and Xu is because of this."
"And this person with a bloodline must be a natural enemy of Gu worms. Gu worms are slow and unable to approach, and they cannot be controlled with Gu."
There was a bang. Qi Yuan crushed the jade beads he was holding in one hand. The fine jade beads are broken when they are broken. Just such a fine bead polished from a beautiful jade, I don’t know how much it will sell. silver?
And he squeezed it when he said it, and it broke when he said it.
The alien man felt his breath suffocated inexplicably, and his head was squeezed in the middle. It seemed that what Qi Yuan pinched was not a jade bead, but his head.
This is the ability to crush the jade pearl, and I am impatient to think about it. If this is replaced by his head, it should be easy to think about it, right?
The jade is broken in such a pinch.
And if he pinched his head 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 Yumozi in his hand was also gently scattered all over the ground.
"Meow……"
A white snow-like shadow jumped onto the cave, and then the man lying on the cave opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand and put his hand on the white cat's head.
"What's wrong, are you hungry?"
"Meow……"
The white cat rubbed his owner's finger with his little head.
Lo Hengsi sat up and held the white cat in 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 to start.
He stood up, and the white cat was lying on his shoulders. This was the case when he was raising Zhanfeng before. When Zhanfeng was still a young vulture, he personally fed the grown-up one bite at a time. Later, when he grew up, he became more arrogant, so he fed less, but Miaomiao, the cat, was kept tight and squeamish. When he grows up, he is afraid that he still needs to be fed. .
He opened the cabinet on one side, and then took out something from it. This is the jerky made by the people in the kitchen for Miaomiao. Miaomiao likes to eat the most. When it’s okay, give it some. When it is to coax the cat.
"Meow……"
When Miao Miao saw that her jerky was coming, she jumped onto the table and squatted there waiting for the master to feed her.
Branding took out two pieces of dried meat for it, and put them on the table.
Miao Miao ran over and squatted there to eat.
But Bro Hengsi opened the door and walked into the courtyard, and then looked up at the bright moon. Unconsciously, he felt a little cold on his back.
In a room, the person inside is not sleeping too peacefully, even if it has the soothing incense, but the person has always frowned and has not loosened it.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up.
"Madam, you are awake," a girl hurriedly passed by with a look of joy, "You finally woke up, but the slave and maid were scared to death. If you stay awake again, Anan really doesn't know what to do. Up?"
As a result, she said, her voice became smaller, because at this time the sober woman was staring straight at her, a pair of eyes as if dyed with frost, almost illuminating the tip of her heart. The darkest place.
"Hus...Madam, what do you think of slaves and maids like that?"
Anan couldn't help but touched her face. Yes, it looks good at what she does. It still makes her look almost incomprehensible, and under such eyes, there is a kind of fear that also makes her Wordless for no reason.
"who am I?"
The woman asked suddenly.
There is a blank in her memory, but blankness does not mean that she is a fool.
"You are my wife."
Anan blinked, "Madam, don't you know the servant girl?"
The woman put her hand on her forehead, it hurts very much here, and of course it is blank. She can't remember the past, including herself.
She even forgot about herself, so there is no need to talk about others.
"who am I?"
She asked again.
It also confuses Anan.
Soon after, a doctor came. The doctor had a pulse for a long time, but he didn't see anything. It's just that this is an amnesia. As for whether I can remember it in the future, it is hard to say.
It may be remembered tomorrow, or it may not be remembered in a lifetime.
After the doctor left, Anan stood aside worriedly, madam, can't you really remember anything? She asked worriedly, and such an expression, such an accident, was completely non-false.
It can be seen that she was also an accident, and she did not know.
Perhaps, the woman still puts her hand on her forehead, wanting to go back to the past, even if it is a trace, but she really can’t think of the past, even her own name, she I forgot all along.
"who am I?"
This is the third time she has asked, a person who doesn't even have a name, can only ask such a sentence.
"You are my wife."
Anan hurriedly answered that the wife belongs to her.
"I'm married?"
The woman looked up and asked Anan. Her past had been lost, and she could only retrieve the so-called share of her past from Anan.
"En," Anan nodded vigorously, "Madam is married."
"Who am I marrying?"