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

"Little baby, you have to behave well for a while, otherwise I'm sorry for your decades of kindness, and when you behave well, I will definitely let you eat well."

He carefully held the golden worm, and also put it on the bloody wrist, Qi Yuan suddenly clenched the jade bead in his hand, and also turned around, but he couldn't look at it anymore.

It's just that as soon as the golden fat worm hit human blood, it actually bounced, and then as if it had encountered some natural enemy, it ran away.

The interracial man's pupils contracted from time to time, and finally he had to bend his waist.

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

"Can't you use Gu?"

Qi Yuanzhi heard it for the first time, "Who else can't use Gu, didn't you say that your Gu is omnipotent?" ”

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

"Which one?"

Qi Ning's brows were almost knotted, could it be that he spent so much effort to bring people in, just to knock them out, or to tie them up like last time.

But what's the use of her asking for a woman to be tied up?

"It's a kind of ......," the alien man recalled, as he remembered what was written at the top of the book.

"Some people have special blood, and that's why they want to."

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

A snap. Qi Yuan crushed the jade beads he was holding in his hand, this good jade bead was broken, and the beads polished from such a high-quality jade didn't know how much silver it would sell?

And he said to pinch and pinch, and when he said to break, it was broken.

The alien man inexplicably felt that his breath was suffocated, and his head was squeezed to the middle, as if Qi Yuan was pinching not a jade bead, but his head.

This is all able to crush the jade beads, and it's impatient to think about it, if this is replaced by his head, it should be easy to think about it, right?

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

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

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

Qi Yuan let go of his hand, and the broken jade foam in his hand was also lightly sprinkled all over the ground.

"Meow ......"

A snow-like shadow jumped to the collapse, and then the man lying on the collapse opened his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to put it on the white cat's little head.

"What's wrong, you're hungry?"

"Meow ......"

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

Branding Heng sat up and hugged the white cat into his arms.

This night, for some reason, he couldn't sleep, and there was always some inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and he didn't know where to start.

He stood up, the white cat was also lying on his shoulder, when he raised the wind before, it was like this, when the wind was still a small eagle, he grew up with his own hands and fed it mouthful, and then grew up, to be arrogant, he was less fed, but Miao Miao this cat, but it was raised by people squeamish, this is growing up, I am afraid that it still needs to be fed.

He opened the cabinet on one side, and then took out something from it, this is the dried meat made by the people in the kitchen for Miaomiao, Miaomiao likes to eat the most, when it's okay, feed it some, and it should be coaxing the cat.

"Meow ......"

As soon as Miao Miao saw her jerky coming, she hurriedly jumped on the table, and also squatted there waiting for the master to feed her.

He took out two pieces of jerky for it and put them on the table.

Miao Miao ran over and squatted there to eat.

But he opened the door and walked to the courtyard, and then looked up at the bright moon, but he didn't feel a little cold on his back.

In a room, the people in it did not sleep too peacefully, even if there was incense to nourish the spirits, but the person had been frowning, and he had not let go for a while.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Madam, you're awake," a girl hurriedly passed, also with a happy face, "You are finally awake, but you are scared to death the slave maid, if you don't wake up again, Anan really doesn't know what to do?" ”

As she spoke, her voice became quieter, for the woman who was awake was staring straight at her, and her eyes were as if they had been stained with frost, almost shining into the darkest part of her heart.

"Husband...... Madame, what do you think of slaves and maids in this way? ”

Anan couldn't help touching his face, yes, this is a good look at what she does, or this makes her almost speechless, and under such eyes, there is a kind of fear that makes her speechless for no reason.

"Who am I?"

The woman asked suddenly.

Her memory is blank, but blank doesn't mean that she is a fool.

"You're my wife."

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

The woman put her hand on her forehead, it hurt here, of course it was also blank, she couldn't remember what had happened before, including herself.

She had forgotten about herself, so she didn't have to talk about anyone else.

"Who am I?"

She asked again.

It was also the blind that Anan asked.

Soon after, a doctor came, and the doctor checked the pulse for a long time, but he didn't find anything? It's just that it's amnesia, and it's hard to say whether I'll be able to remember it in the future.

It may be possible to remember it tomorrow, and there are also times when it can be remembered.

After the doctor left, Anan stood aside worriedly, ma'am, do you really not remember anything? She asked worriedly, and such an expression, such an accident, was completely unfake.

It can be seen that she is also an accident, and she doesn't know it.

Perhaps, the woman still put her hand on her forehead, wanting to recall the past, even if it was a trace, but she really couldn't think of a trace of the past, and even her own name, she had forgotten it.

"Who am I?"

This is the third time she has asked, a person who doesn't even have a name, and there is only one sentence that can be asked.

"You're my wife."

Anan hurriedly replied, Mrs. is Mrs.

"I'm married?"

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

"Well," Anan nodded vigorously, "Madame is married." ”

"Who am I marrying?"