Fre took out his ears. A woman with a different appearance is really disgusting. He glanced at Mu Shui'er sympathetically, but Mu Shui'er went completely crazy this time. Only Fred's laughter returned to the scene in ancient times.
In the fort, he seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
How could he be in a bad mood? The boss is back and his good days are coming. He doesn't have to be busy like a dog all day long. He finally has time to find his beauty and live his happy life.
Taking out his mobile phone, he quickly dialed a number, "Baby, I'll go to your place tonight..."
After hanging up the phone, he curled up the corners of his lips. Even walking felt like he was stepping on clouds. It was so relaxing. No wonder the boss liked to give himself a holiday, so he also had to consider whether to give himself a few months off too.
Already.
"How do you feel now?" A young man with golden hair looked at Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa. Their owner finally returned after disappearing for three months.
The young man was only fifteen years old, but his eyes were extremely calm.
"Well, I have a headache. What happened in the last three months that I don't remember?" He rubbed his forehead with his hand. There was a touch of helplessness in his tone.
"Then what do you remember?" The blond boy turned around, his eyes were filled with silver. He had extremely rare silver pupils, pale skin, and obviously rarely saw the sun. However, at first glance, he was definitely a
A very beautiful angel, but everyone who knows him knows that he is actually an out-and-out devil. He is also the personal doctor of this castle.
"Not much, I just remember that I was thrown away, and then I had a headache." Arthur's frown never relaxed. He paused for a while and then said, "I thought I just slept for a few hours."
, but when I woke up, it was already three months, so I should have lost the memory of those three months."
"OK, it's done." The blond boy took back the finger that had been bandaged. Who bandaged this? It's so ugly. Of course, their boss needs the best. This low-grade technique is really
It was embarrassing. There was deep disgust in his eyes.
"Yin Sa, I can't remember," Arthur did not stop the blond boy from being used as his test subject. He had this kind of hobby and liked perfection in everything. However, how could there be so much perfection in this world?
So his character is indeed a little abnormal sometimes,
His medical skills are very good, but he also has a bad temper. He will save those who are pleasing to his eyes, but he will not even raise his eyelids if you die in front of him.
Yin Sa raised his eyebrows and raised his hands, "I have no power." This was the first time he said such a thing. His master's brain originally had blood, but now it has dispersed.
Therefore, he had no way to remind him of the past.
His doctor is not a fairy.
"Yin Sa," Arthur warned, a danger flashed in his green eyes.
"You don't have to look at it this way, I really can't help it," Yin Sa just raised his eyelids slightly, "You have to search for your memory by yourself, and, what if it's missing, you're not good."
He picked up his precious medicine box and walked out. Anyway, he had said all he could. As for the memory he wanted for three months, he needed to find it by himself.
Moreover, his master is not so weak yet.
As long as he wants it, he will definitely find it, let alone three months. He has confidence in himself, and of course, in him too.
After all, he is no ordinary person, he is the master of his Yin Sa, Arthur Wyrie, the undefeated emperor of the commercial kingdom.
Yin Sa suddenly curved the corners of her lips, with soft lip lines and silver eyes. Looking at the blond hair from a distance, it was like a pair of white wings. It seemed that it could make people imagine the feeling of an angel, pure.
, kind angel.
"Who?" He suddenly turned his face, took out a scalpel from somewhere, and threw it straight away. His silver pupils suddenly became bloodthirsty. It turned out that he was not an angel, but an angel.
, a devil, a real devil.
"It's...I..." A female voice came out tremblingly, and the scalpel happened to be inserted into the tree above her head, even cutting off a few strands of her hair, and her face was pale.
His face was filled with fear as he looked at this man who clearly looked like an angel, but was actually a devil.
"What are you doing here?" Yin Sa straightened her lip line a little, walked over, pulled out the scalpel directly from the tree, turned it on her fingertips a few times, and then put it on her body, covering her head to Bidu
He didn't even look at the woman on the ground. In his eyes, the woman was not as good as the scalpel in his hand.
The woman on the ground shrank her neck and trembled her lips in a hopeless manner, "I'm just standing here sweeping the floor. I didn't do anything?" The cold light from the scalpel flashed across her eyes, and her body seemed to be trembling.
The fallen leaves are average, and the only thing missing is the orange branches that have lost all their leaves.
Yin Sa put away the scalpel and then lowered her head to look at this extremely timid woman. Her eyes were not big, her nose was not high, her lips were not red, her figure was not good, and her upper body was too fat.
Just like a pear, there is no distinguishing feature at all. In fact, all women can be described as naught in his eyes, because what he sees in his eyes is not a woman, but a pile of bones.
In my mind, people are just a pile of bones. What’s so good about bones?
And in this old castle, there are about a dozen such women, all of whom are servants here. The place is big, so it needs a lot of people. There are dozens of people sweeping the floors. Their owner's home is big enough, of course.
, and it’s annoying enough.
He turned around, and his golden hair shone extremely brightly in the sun, making his whole person feel like he was being transformed into a layer of holiness. The woman who was frightened just now forgot that she was almost killed just now.
He was killed with a scalpel, but he was still staring at that man with a look of obsession. He was so beautiful, like an angel.
But at this time, the man turned around again, his silver eyes without any emotion were cold, and the woman shuddered fiercely. She was a demon with white wings. No, no, it was black.
"Xiao Xi, what are you doing here?" A tall woman stood in front of her, looked at her condescendingly, and spoke pure Chinese.