Chu Xiyao touched her nose in embarrassment, this was not rigorous at all, and the tense atmosphere was eased by a sneeze from Chu Xiyao. The snake meat began to burn, and smoke rose thicker on the stove.

"Ahh Chu Xiyao sneezed again, and Chu Xiyao touched her nose a little embarrassed.

Yan Yihan waved his hand, and with an indifferent expression, he froze the snake meat that was burning the flames. Chu Xiyao's expression eased down because of the two sneezes just now, and she didn't confront Yan Yihan anymore, but Yan Yihan didn't want to let Chu Xiyao go.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Yan Yihan sharply, holding a sword as if she was ready to kill, a look that had rarely been seen since she had changed sex.

But these words made Chu Xiyao stunned, "I want to ask who you are? My good handmaid was made like this by you, and you returned my handmaid." Chu Xiyao sat back on the stone bench with the evil ghost guard, and said scoundrelly. After Yan Yihan said the name of the short sword she used, coupled with her unexpected expression, she was sure that she was not from the Yan family, but Chu Xiyao didn't know who it was, anyway, she wouldn't kill herself now.

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Yihan began to panic, and before she was in a hurry, she waved her sword on Chu Xiyao's neck, Chu Xiyao sat on the stool and was caught off guard, she looked down at the sharp long sword that was shining cold on her neck, only a few centimeters away from her blood vessels through the skin layer.

"Do you have something to say?" Chu Xiyao said as she wanted to use the evil ghost guard against the long sword.

"Don't move. Yan Yihan said sharply, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly. Chu Xiyao immediately stopped the movements of her hand and looked at Yan Yihan squarely, not panicking, because she saw that Yan Yihan began to panic, so panicked that she couldn't hold the sword steadily, and scratched a small scar on her neck;

"Who are you?Who are you?" Yan Yihan asked once, and without waiting for Chu Xiyao to speak, she simply threw away the sword, grabbed Chu Xiyao's collar, pulled Chu Xiyao up from the stone bench, looked at Chu Xiyao with bloodshot eyes, and asked frantically who you are and who are you...... The voice is frantically and sharply sharpened each time.

"Who are you, let me ask?" Yan Yihan grabbed Chu Xiyao's collar and shook it wildly, shaking Chu Xiyao's eyes and neck hurt.

"I'm your master, Chu Xiyao!!" Chu Xiyao took advantage of the gap when her movements stopped, stared at Yan Yihan with fierce eyes like a wolf and said that she was angry, angry with a woman who didn't know why she was crazy.

Yan Yihan was awakened by her eyes, those eyes that were glowing with black flames, those eyes ...... She seemed to have seen it somewhere, she looked at Chu Xiyao's distant mountain eyebrows again, and felt more and more that she had seen that pair of eyebrows before, but she couldn't remember anything.

The long years washed away the memories again and again, baptized again and again, and in the end what was left was always something that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, something that made her life painful and unforgettable, and the other unimportant parts fell into the dark depths of her mind, and she still remembered those eyebrows, but she thought that her memory was wrong, that she had been confused in her long sleep.

Yan Yihan seemed to remember something, staring at Chu Xiyao's pair of eyebrows in a trance, its owner's death seemed to have its own credit, thinking of this, she laughed, tears flew out of her eyes while laughing, she trembled with laughter, the laughter was intermittent, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably, she didn't know whether to laugh at herself or laugh at her fate.

The memories were broadcast like a film to the end, she stopped, and asked Chu Xiyao numbly: "What is your relationship with the Medicine Emperor?" After asking, she became nervous, and even looked at Chu Xiyao's lips waiting for her to say the answer she was expecting.

"I don't know. Chu Xiyao said that in fact, she thought that Anonymous was the Emperor of Medicine, but he also said that he was a machine spirit, of course, these could not be said to an abnormal maid with a sword across her neck.

didn't get the answer she wanted to hear, Yan Yihan was a little depressed, and muttered alone: "You have amnesia." The voice was very small, Chu Xiyao didn't hear it, thinking that she was laughing again, but Yan Yihan heard it clearly. She replayed her memory, trying to find the answer she was looking for from the fragments of memory that were about to be destroyed.

She suddenly knelt on the ground, hid her face and began to cry, like a cry, this is a sorrow that suppresses all pain, she can't cry out all the pain that fate has played tricks on her, when she wakes up, she vents the monstrous hatred in her heart with the help of the Yan family, and now, after getting the answer she wants, she regrets that she can't face the owner of those eyebrows.

After crying, Yan Yihan stood up, and the courage after crying gave her the courage to verify, although she didn't know why Chu Xiyao lost her memory, but when she asked, she knew that if she didn't guess wrong, she should hate that name very much.

Yan Yihan looked at Chu Xiyao with a puzzled face, Chu Xiyao also looked at herself, she called softly: "Zhaoxi..."

Chu Xiyao frowned fiercely after hearing these two words, and always had an indescribable sense of disgust, and her heart was also panicked.

"Zhaoxi. Yan Yihan screamed again.

This sound was like a knife stabbing in, penetrating from Chu Xiyao's heart, making her unbearable pain, she covered her chest, frowned, painful tears flowed out, she looked down at her right hand covering her organs, it was covered with blood, she was so shocked that her mind was dizzy, her body fell backwards again and again, her feet tripped on the raised floor tiles, and with a bang, her body fell straight to the ground.

The coldness of the ground made her shiver, she curled up, her mouth shook up and down, her teeth gurgled, and the cold air in her body kept coming out of nowhere, Chu Xiyao rubbed her arms up and down with both hands, and said one after another in her trembling mouth...... It's cold...... It's so cold......"

She felt like she was lying in the ice cellar, freezing all over her body, and that nasty name was still ringing in her ears, but this time it was a male voice, Chu Xiyao couldn't see his face clearly, and she couldn't tell where the voice came from, but that voice was so annoying.

Yan Yihan walked over and saw Chu Xiyao like this, she couldn't help crying again, she knelt on the ground and hugged Chu Xiyao, who was lying on the ground cold, in her arms, Chu Xiyao hugged her tightly and absorbed the warmth on her body.

She hugged Chu Xiyao and cried even more, and kept crying in her mouth: "Why? Why?" I don't know if to ask her or Chu Xiyao. If it was to ask Chu Xiyao, there would be no answer at this moment, she was so cold that she had no intuition, and fainted in Yan Yihan's arms.

Yan Yihan cleaned up her emotions, and finally carried Chu Xiyao back to the house, she put the evil ghost on the table next to the bed, put Chu Xiyao on the bed and covered the quilt for her, she wanted to sit on the stool next to the table, and suddenly saw the grimace on the evil ghost's face, and the eyes rolled slowly, and smiled at her, Yan Yihan immediately aroused a layer of goosebumps, did not dare to get close to the table half a step, sat at the foot of the bedroom wall, and slept against the corner of the wall for a night.

......

When Chu Xiyao woke up, he found that Yan Yihan was looking at him with a bright eye, holding a sword in his hand, Chu Xiyao caught a glimpse of the cold light on the sword, and immediately sat up from the bed, touched the scar on his neck left last night, and looked at Yan Yihan vigilantly.

I saw that Yan Yihan lifted the Buzhou sword with the tip of the sword touching the ground, lifted the hilt of the sword to his waist, and the tip of the sword rose off the ground, Chu Xiyao looked at it with wide open eyes and swallowed his saliva. Suddenly. Yan Yihan slammed his sword into the floor in front of the bed, and the sword swayed slightly in the air.

Seeing again, Yan Yihan knelt down on one knee, like a loyal general, she looked at Chu Xiyao and said, "You are qualified to be my proprietor." Then, clasp your fists and bow down, "Yan Yihan, see the proprietor." ”

Chu Xiyao was confused, she didn't give up last night, but now she has changed her personality again? However, the original Yan Yihan is not this kind of general's demeanor, and he still hasn't changed back.

Chu Xiyao got out of bed, quickly helped Yan Yihan up, looked at her at eye level, and said, "Whether you recognize me as the master or not, you have to say something else." But please tell me what happened last night?"

Yan Yihan stared at Chu Xiyao for a long time, looking at her broad eyebrows and stunned, Chu Xiyao looked at her own appearance in her eyes, and after a long time, they felt that their bodies were stiff and numb.

Yan Yihan finally came out of Chu Xiyao's eyebrows, and from the memories of everything she had heard about her in the past, she decided not to tell Chu Xiyao the truth, just stay by her side silently to atone for her sins, and protect her silently.

"You'll find out later. Yan Yihan said with some bitterness.

After Chu Xiyao heard this, she lowered her brows, in fact, she forgot what happened last night, since when did she start...... From the moment Yan Yihan stood up and called her, she tried her best to think about it, but she couldn't remember what she said to herself. Later, he woke up in bed, Yan Yihan was next to his bed, and the evil ghost was placed on the table.

She approached the table from the bedside, sat on the stool, put the evil ghost guard into the nameless coffin, and poured herself another cup of tea, the tea was brought by the maid of the Wei Mansion last night, but Chu Xiyao had no requirements for tea, just to quench her thirst;

Yan Yihan came over and snatched the teacup away from Chu Xiyao's hand, and said, "The tea is cold." ”

She continued: "I haven't served anyone, but I still know how to make some tea." You wait, I'll make a pot of tea. She took out the teapot with some stiffness and a stiff demeanor, and in a few moments she brought another pot of tea, and white smoke came from the mouth of the pot.

Putting the teapot on the table, she picked up the teacup and poured a cup of hot tea for Chu Xiyao, and sat opposite Chu Xiyao, as before, with both spans open, her hands on each side of her thighs, sitting upright, and looking at Chu Xiyao with a nervous face.

Chu Xiyao picked up the teacup on the table, blew it slightly, took a sip, and then said, "It's a good brew." "Although she doesn't know how to drink tea, she can only drink wine, and people who can't make tea get together with people who can't drink tea.

Yan Yihan suddenly smiled when she heard Chu Xiyao say yes, this smile was like spring melting ice, Chu Xiyao was very puzzled, she touched her face and thought: Can this face still confuse women?