Chapter 2518 The Witch of Duke Rose (41)

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

"As long as we sell these, we can buy a few more clothes," she said happily.

Char sat on the chair casually and gracefully.

Old red padded chair.

The beautiful young man has indifferent and delicate eyes, and a heavy magic book rests on his lap.

His pale eyelashes were dipped in beautiful light and shadow in the morning light.

Hearing Bai Weiwei's words, he looked up at her in a hurry.

The little witch was still wearing a simple hooded robe, which was densely divergent, and still had no decoration.

His gaze rested on her beautiful bushy hair for a few seconds.

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

As if he didn't care much, he said in a low voice, "I used to... what did I do?"

He's already acting like he's lost his memory.

The little witch did not doubt either.

After all, she is aware of the sequelae of those drugs.

She thought he could survive.

He doesn't seem to care much about his personality changing drastically and losing his memory.

I didn't even realize that she had resurrected the wrong person.

Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Char was a noble before."

Xiaya seemed a little surprised, but his eyes were calm.

"What about my family?"

Bai Weiwei racked her brains, thinking about how to make it up.

It's not hard to fool someone with amnesia.

But fooling an amnesiac who clearly wants to find family.

Must not be fooled.

Bai Weiwei thought about it, thinking that she was finally tired.

never mind.

Anyway, amnesia, continue to fool.

A lie needs 10,000 lies to make up - Bai Xijing said that 100 million lies are trivial.

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

A series of noble names flashed through Xia Ya's mind. The nobles without family members are pitiful.

After all, the noble family is huge, and if you want to die, you will be left alone.

Not too possible.

Unless it was a crime, the whole family died together.

Could it be that the man she loves is actually a criminal?

As if afraid that he would be sad, the little witch pursed her lips and did not say a word again after saying this.

She just hurriedly carried the small basket and put on the hood.

Her long hair fell from the hood, and her small, fair face was unbelievably beautiful in the shadow of the hood.

"Then I'll go first, Xiaya."

As if he was afraid that he would ask more questions.

She turned and ran.

Xia Ya's eyes darkened until the little witch closed the door and her footsteps were getting farther away.

He just stretched out his fingers and buckled the pages of the book.

"Look for a man whose name is the same as mine, looks similar to me, may be a small nobleman, but was destroyed."

With that, he stretched out his finger.

His fingertips were hooked on the old pocket watch that could be seen as belonging to a nobleman.

"It's his stuff, if he dies, give me the information."

The Archbishop appeared from the shadows.

He bowed his head respectfully and stretched out his hands, ready to take the pocket watch.

The voice was calm and convincing, "Yes, Lord Duke, what if he is still alive?"

alive?

Xia Ya didn't think of this possibility.

After all, the little witch resurrected him, doesn't it mean that her lover is dead?

Xia Ya was silent for a long time.

In the extremely condensed atmosphere, the archbishop seemed to feel the power of those magics surging in the air.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

Did you say something wrong?

Xia Ya lowered her eyes, her purple eyes were so cold that they were bottomless.

With a flick of his finger, the pocket watch fell into the Archbishop's hand.

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

"Live, then kill."

The words are flat and casual.

But with a chilling suffocation.