When Xiao Baozi said this, the whole person looked at Lou Lanyue in great trepidation and aggrieved. Lou Lanyue couldn't stand Xiao Baozi's eyes, obviously Xiao Baozi looked so cold like his eldest brother, but the other was so aggrieved, and the difference and visual impact formed by such a front and back were too great.

"That's... No, your little Mumu likes you so much, how could she be angry with you. What's more, your little Mumu shouldn't know that you lied to her, if you really can't do it......" Lou Lanyue suddenly lowered her voice, and then leaned into Xiao Baozi's ear: "You just tell the truth, it's okay." ”

After listening to Lou Lanyue's comfort, Xiao Baozi looked at the phone screen again, "Okay." ”

Lou Lanyue: "You wait here for a while, and when there is news, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible." ”

Xiao Baozi: "I believe in Uncle Lou." ”

"Well, good!"

…

After Yan Muye woke up again, he seemed to be locked up in a particularly dilapidated warehouse. The warehouse was filled with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs in various corners.

Strong light came through the window, and Yan Muye only felt a pain in his wrists and body. When she gradually came to her senses, it took more than ten seconds to adapt to the surrounding environment.

"Who are you? Why are you bringing me here? Let's just say what the purpose is, I still have very important things to do, and I don't have time to talk to you here. ”

After Yan Muye's words were finished, he saw a woman in front of him who looked a little European, playing with a knife in her hand. And there were several particularly burly men standing next to her, and Yan Muye recognized the people who kidnapped her at a glance.

"Sister, don't you know me? I'm Xiaoxiao! ”

"Remember me?"

Murong Xiaoxiao looked at Yan Muye with a smile, Yan Muye's eyebrows twisted, and he quickly searched in his mind for memories of the person in front of him. But there was only a blank slate.

"I don't know you, I don't have an impression of you in my head."

After Yan Muye said this, Murong Xiaoxiao's legs, which were originally on the stool on one side, slowly contracted back. Then step by step, he walked straight ahead.

"I heard that you have amnesia?"

"Are you true or fake amnesia?"

"Why don't I believe it so much?"

The cold blade slapped on Yan Muye's face, and Yan Muye looked at the woman in front of her. The things in her eyes are not good things, could it be that she had a grudge against her before she lost her memory? ? But why, why do you kidnap yourself at this time? I guess everything was expected.

Yan Muye took a deep breath: "What do you want to do?" ”

Murong Xiaoxiao's whole face smiled extremely weirdly, and when she heard the rhetorical question of the person in front of her, Murong Xiaoxiao's knife gradually slowly slashed down from Yan Muye's face. Although the knife did not hurt Yan Muye, the cold touch brought by the tip of the knife made people tremble. It seems that as long as the blade pierces Yan Muye's skin a little, Yan Muye's face will be disfigured.

"What do I want to do? Don't you know what I want to do? ”

"You've lost your old memories. Oh, that's not good news! ”