When Night Ji brought the dust to Chu Tianlin, she changed back to the man who was like a puppet. There was no fluctuation in the eyes and no expression on her face.

"Who are you? Why are you coming here?"

The cold and tender voice, without the slightest temperature, has a majesty that cannot be ignored.

As soon as the dust was open, Chu Tianlin’s body was obviously paused. If he could see the face under his black crepe, he would find a stiff look on his face with a trace of his examination.

"what happened?"

Chu Tianlin looked back at the night Ji, standing on the side, and the shocking voice was irresistibly interrogated.

At this time, Yuki returned to God from the look of Muna, with respect and a hint of fear: "Return to the master! I don't know." After a sentence, Yuki was beaten by Chu Tianlin. Flying out, the mouth spit blood.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

With a continuous cough, Night Ji felt that her lungs had to cough up, but she got up and squatted with her hand on her chest and stood there like a stake.

"roll."

Chu Tianlin’s words made the night Ji’s body tremble, and then he replied: “Yes, master!”

After the night Ji walked, Chu Tianlin’s eyes narrowed and he walked to the side of the dust, and the dust felt that Chu Tianlin was like a god. He further, he would take a step back, it is disgusting, not afraid of Chu Tianlin.

Chu Tianlin's breath is the same as his breath, but he feels sick, evil, and can't say the disgust.

Since he woke up, he began to hate his own breath, and felt why it was just as annoying as his own breath, and the breath of the mother and the "master" was so good, with a saying. No fragrance.

Perhaps the answer he wants will be obtained from this person.

The dust is not receding, but the eyes are looking directly at Chu Tianlin. He did not feel fear because of his gas field. He asked indifferently: "Who are you? Why can I feel and you in you?" I am the same breath?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Chu Tianlin did not feel angry because of the question of the dust, but he laughed happily, with a hint of gratification in the laughter, and a trace of triumph, then if there was nothing like a point, looked at the fibres and said: It’s true that the dark elves created by this prince have been courageous and domineering. Even if the memory loss becomes a child’s IQ, it is still calm and calm.”

When Yuki said that he didn't know, he had already scanned the dust, and he discovered that his memory was washed away and turned into a child's IQ.

He wanted to use the soul search technique for the dust to see how he lost his memory. After the memory loss, he lived the whole life, but he thought of the aftereffects of the soul search and he gave up.

The Dark Elves are one of the rare pieces that he was born with. How can he destroy him now?

What if he lost his memory?

What if he is hostile to himself now?

He can breed a dark elf. Of course, this is not surprising. It is not awkward to want him to obey him.

The fine-looking fiber eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and when he heard Chu Tianlin’s laughter, he was even more disgusted, like the nausea of ​​eating flies.

Chu Tianlin’s sentence “is not a dark elf born by this monarch.” This makes the dusty face instantly white, and the heart already has 99% of the answer.