Chapter 2496 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (41)

Bai Weiwei put a bottle of beauty water into a small basket.

She said happily: "As long as we sell these, we can add more clothes."

Xia’s posture sat casually and elegantly in the chair.

Old red velvet chair.

The beautiful young man was indifferent and delicate, with a heavy magic book on his leg.

His pale lashes, in the morning light, provoked beautiful light and shadow.

When he heard Bai Weiwei, he did not look up and look at her.

The little witch is still wearing a plain hooded robe, densely scattered, and there is nothing to decorate.

His eyes stayed on her beautiful, thick hair for a few seconds.

I feel that there is no decoration, and it is much better than the aristocratic women who are full of flowers and feathers.

Like he didn't care much, his voice was low: "I used to...what?"

He has acted like a memory loss.

The little witch has no doubts.

After all, she is clear about the sequelae of drugs.

She felt that he could survive when he came.

It doesn't seem to care much about his personality change and his loss of memory.

Not even found out, she resurrected the wrong person.

Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Xiaia used to be a nobleman."

Xia seems a little surprised, but his eyes are calm.

"What about my family?"

Bai Weiwei racked her brains and thought about how to edit.

It is not difficult to fool a person with amnesia.

But fooling a memory loss person who obviously wants to find a family member.

It must not be edited.

Bai Weiwei thought about it and thought that it was tired at the end.

Forget it.

Anyway, I lost my memory, continue to fool.

A lie needs to be rounded with 10,000 liees - Bai Xijing said that 100 million lies are trivial.

So Bai Weiwei looked sad. "Xia has no family."

Xia’s brain flashed a series of noble names, no family members, and little pity.

After all, the family of the aristocracy is huge, and you have to be alone when you die.

Not too possible.

Unless it is because of sin, it is possible for the whole family to die together.

Is the man she loves a criminal?

It seems that he is afraid of his sadness. When the little witch finished this sentence, she licked her lips and did not scream again.

She just hurriedly slammed the small basket and put on her hood.

Long hair hangs out of the hood, her small, white face, beautiful in the shadow of the hood.

"Then I will go first, Xia."

It seems that I am afraid that he will ask more questions.

She turned and ran away.

Xia's twilight was deep until the little witch closed the door and her footsteps gradually faded away.

He only extended his finger and buckled the page.

"Look for a homonym with my name, looks like me, may be a small aristocrat, but a man who is killed."

After that, he reached out his fingers.

The fingertips are hooked on the old, but can be seen as a pocket watch for aristocratic things.

"This is his thing. If he is dead, give me the information."

The Archbishop appeared from the dark.

He respectfully bowed his head, reached out and prepared to take the pocket watch.

The voice is calm and convinced. "Yes, the Duke, then if he is still alive?"

Alive?

Xia did not think of this possibility.

After all, the little witch resurrected him, isn’t it representative, is her lover dead?

Xia has been silent for a long time.

In the infinite atmosphere of condensation, the Archbishop seems to feel the air, and the power of those magic is raging.

There was a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Is it wrong to say something wrong?

Xia's coveted, purple scorpion, cold to the bottom.

With his finger moving, the pocket watch fell into the hands of the Archbishop.

Then it is like saying something that doesn't matter.

"Live, then kill it."

The words are plain and casual.

But with a chilling sigh.

The last one, today is even more.

The cervical vertebrae can't stand it, and decided to rest today.

Good night then.

(End of this chapter)