Chapter 801

He gently stroked the fat insect in his hand, then took a knife, cut his fingertips, and then let Gu Wang drink his own blood.

"Little baby, you should behave well in a moment, or I'm sorry for your great kindness for decades. When you perform well, I will make you eat well."

He held the golden bug carefully, and also put it on the bloody wrist. Qi Yuan suddenly clenched the jade bead in his hand. He also turned around and could not see it again.

However, the fat golden bug jumped up when he was exposed to human blood, and then ran away as if he had met some natural enemy.

The pupil of the alien man shrinks from time to time, and finally he has to bend down his waist.

"Marquis, some people can't use Gu."

"Can't you use it?"

Qi Yuandao is the first time to hear, "who else can't use Gu? Don't you say that your Gu is omnipotent?"

"Yes," foreign men have always thought that their own poisonous insects are omnipotent, "but there are records in our family's ancient books that some people in this world are afraid of

"Which one?"

Qi Ning's eyebrows were almost all tied up. Could it be that he spent so much time bringing people here just to knock them out, or to tie them up like the last time.

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 book.

"Some people's blood is special, maybe that's why."

"The people who have a blood relationship must be the natural enemies of insects and poisonous insects. The insects are too slow to get close to, so they can't be controlled by poisonous insects."

The sound of a card. Qi Yuan crushed the jade beads he held in his hand. The best jade beads were broken when they were broken. How much money did you want to sell for the pearls polished by such a fine jade?

And he pinches it when he says it's broken.

The alien man felt his breath suffocated and his head was squeezed in the middle. It seemed that Qi Yuan was not pinching any jade beads, but his head.

This is to be able to crush jade beads, want to also be impatient, if this is changed into his head, want to come, also should be easy thing?

When the jade is pinched, it is broken.

If he pinched his head like this, he would be dead.

"Marquis, there is another way," said the alien man.

Qi Yuan released his hands, the hands of those broken jade foam, is also gently scattered all over the ground.

"Meow..."

A snow like shadow jumped to the collapse, and then the man lying on the collapse opened his eyes. He put his hand on the small head of the white cat.

"What's the matter? Are you hungry?"

"Meow..."

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

Brand Heng thought to sit up, but also held the white cat in his arms.

This night, I do not know why, he was unable to sleep, there is always some inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and do not know where to start.

He stood up, and the white cat was lying on his shoulder. This was the case when he raised Zhefeng. When he was a young eagle, he fed and grew up with his own hands. Later, when he grew up, he was arrogant. He did not feed Miaomiao cat. However, Miaomiao cat is very delicate and tight, and it is necessary to grow up again They were fed.

He opened one side of the cupboard, and then took out a thing from it. This is the dried meat made by the people in the kitchen for Miaomiao. Miaomiao likes to eat it most. When he is free, he feeds it some, which is also regarded as coaxing the cat.

"Meow..."

Miaomiao saw his dried meat coming, and quickly jumped on the table, also squatting there waiting for the master to feed.

He took out two pieces of dried meat and put them on the table.

Miaomiao ran past and squatted there to eat.

But the brand Heng thought actually opened the door, also walked into the courtyard, and then looked up at that round of bright moon, unconsciously, but felt a little chilly on the back.

In a room, the person in the room did not sleep well. Even if he had the incense to nourish the spirit, the man was frowning all the time, and had not relaxed for a while.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up with her.

"Ma'am, you wake up," a girl hurriedly passed by with a happy look on her face. "You finally wake up, but I'm scared to death. If you don't wake up again, Anand really doesn't know how to do it?"

As a result, she said, and her voice became smaller and smaller, because at this time, the sober woman was staring at her, and her eyes, like dyed with ice, almost showed the darkest part of her heart.

"Husband Ma'am, what do you think the maids do? "

Anan couldn't help but touch his face. Yes, it's good to see what she's doing, or it makes her almost all look like a helpless look. Under such eyes, there is a kind of fear, which also makes her speechless."Who am I?"

The woman suddenly asked.

There is a blank in her memory, but the blank does not mean that she is a fool.

"You are my wife."

Anan blinked his eyes, "madam, don't you know the maid?"

The woman put her hand on her forehead. It hurt a lot here. Of course, it's blank. She can't remember the things before, including herself.

She even forgot herself, so there is no need to talk about others.

"Who am I?"

She asked again.

It is also the question of Anan to be confused.

Soon after, came a doctor, the doctor diagnosed pulse for half a day, but also did not diagnose what? It's just that it's amnesia, and it's hard to say whether you can still think of it in the future.

Maybe I can think of it tomorrow, but I can't remember it all the time.

When the doctor left, Anand stood aside worried. Madam, can't you remember anything? She asked, worried, and such an expression, such an accident, is completely without falsehood.

It can be seen that she is also an accident, and she does not know.

Perhaps, the woman still put her hand on her forehead and wanted to go back to the things she had done before, even if it was a trace. But she really couldn't think of the slightest trace of the past. Even her own name, she was also followed by forgetting.

"Who am I?"

This is the third time she asked, a person who even has no name can only ask such a sentence.

"You are my wife."

Anan quickly back, the lady is the lady.

"Am I married?"

The woman looks up and asks Anan that her past has been lost, and she can only retrieve the so-called her own past from Anan's mouth.

"Well," Anand nodded forcefully, "Madame is married."

"Who am I married to?"

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