Chapter 920

Although many things MOJIN thought could not explain, but there are so many doubts.

The more memory Wei lost, the more obvious the doubt!

This makes mujin believe that the real iris has long been dead, but this is not the real iris!

Irene was sitting on one side, with her head askew, her eyes on the other, rubbing her head spoon with her hands. She didn't want to talk to mujin.

A pair of feet in embroidered shoes trembled gently on the ground. I don't know whether they were nervous or bored.

"Then shall we live here?" After decades of silence, Irene finally broke the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Yes!" Mujin replied in a low voice.

"Don't you have to fight as a prince?" For MOJIN's cognition, Irene seems to stay on the Lord.

"I'm not the Lord now. I don't need to fight in person. The most important thing is to get rid of the poison on you!" Mujin's tone is very bland. Now nothing is more important than this.

Of course, one more thing is to find the wind chant!

Irene sighed, "I don't think it's that simple!" Then she touched her forehead with her hand. She didn't touch anything, but Irene was upset at the thought of a bug crawling around her body.

"Even if I can't detoxify you temporarily, I will try to remind you of the past!" If we let iris Wei remember what happened before, things might be better.

What happened before? Is it the memory of the original owner?

It's best to remember.

"I don't think my memory is related to this poison, is it?" This is how Irene feels.

This poison is similar to love poison, but it's not really love poison. It's a new kind of poison, which can not only make people have no memory, but also make people hate another person.

Mujin didn't speak, but she seemed to acquiesce.

For three days in a row, Mr. Tong studied the poison and tried it twice on Irene, but it didn't work out.

Although mujin and ningzheyan don't talk about it, they are very worried. They all feel the poison of Fengyin. I'm afraid that only Fengyin can solve it.

At night, su'er still plays with Ning zheyan very late and is willing to come back to sleep, while mujin tries not to have too much contact with Irene these days, that is, she worries that the more familiar she is, the more disgusted she is.

"It's so boring in ancient times. It's really boring!" After washing, Irene is doing some leg exercises in bed.

complained that there was no entertainment program in ancient times and complained that she had no skin care products in ancient times. She wanted to apply a mask to improve her dry skin.

Irene really felt that when she came to this ancient time, she was used to the busy and fast-paced life, except that eating was sleeping. Suddenly, she was free, which made her not used to it.

You know, she's still in the office, either preparing for tomorrow's meeting or making a cosmetic plan for her patients.

Maybe we haven't had supper yet, but we even want her to sleep at this time!

It's a kind of torture for her. No, Irene has done all kinds of slimming exercises in the bed. Her legs are almost rolled into chicken legs. She still can't sleep.

Irene jumped off the bed, dressed, and decided to go for a walk.

In this damned ancient time, she didn't even have an electric light. She had to carry a lantern and carry a fire hinge on her body. Otherwise, when the wind blows and the lantern is blown out, she can only stand in the dark and be disordered.

"Iris, where are you going?" As soon as Irene went out, mujin was standing at the door.

The lantern light in her hand was shining on mujin's face, which made her look invisible.

At this time, Irene looked at mujin's hair in front of her and said, "how did your hair become silver?"

"It's always silver. It's just been combed and washed. I haven't had time to color it again!" Mujin's words are light, her long body is leaning on the railing, her hands are clasped.

The long flowing hair, blowing in the autumn wind, floats in the air like a dream, which reminds Irene of cartoon characters.

The color of this hair can't be controlled by ordinary people at all, but it's amazing to put it on this beautiful face.

But this big night, it's a little scary to watch.

"It's not time to color it?" Irene repeated, as if to see through Mu Jin's lies: "have you been out all the time?"

Mujin lowered her hand and looked at the window, where there was a gap, facing Irene's bed.

So all Irene's actions in bed are clearly seen by mujin.

"Yes!" Mu Jin is very frank. The iris on the bed is exactly the same as the old iris. It is always boring, and then makes strange movements.

"I can't sleep anyway, so I want to come and see you!"

Irene stood at mujin's angle, and sure enough, she saw the position of her bed through the gap in the window.

At that time, Irene turned red and even felt embarrassed. With the reason of demagogic poison, she even rejected mujin.

It's no different from voyeurism, is it?

Although he can walk up to see it, if he goes in, she won't do those slimming exercises.

"Would you have been here before?" The window can't be closed because the wood is old, so there will always be a seam left. Irene's first reaction is to think that MOJIN shouldn't have done this for the first time.

How else could he be so clear!

Mujin relies on the railing: "yes, I dare not be too close to you, so I have to look at you through this gap, just look at you!" At last, MOJIN's words are very light.

Irene stood in the same place. Although she had the feeling of rejection, Irene knew that it was because of demagogic poison.

"Where are you going? Do you want to go around? " Mujin asked again when she saw Irene was silent.

"Well, yes, I'm going to go out for a walk!" Irene looked at mujin and said that she wanted to find a place where nobody could eat sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes that were buried in the soil must be very fragrant.

Just think about it and make Irene drool. There's no way. She wants to have a barbecue, but there's only sweet potatoes here!

"Shall I accompany you? You go ahead, I'll follow you! " Mujin also knows that the closer she is to Wei iris, she will date and repel him.

Irene thought about it carefully, stroked her arm up and down and shook her head. "No, I'll just turn around here. I'll come back when I'm sleepy. I'll be a little uncomfortable if you follow me!"