Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2518 The Witch of the Rose Duke (41)

  Bai Weiwei put bottles of beauty water into the small basket.

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

  Char sat on the chair casually and gracefully.

  An old red upholstered chair.

  The handsome young man had indifferent and delicate eyebrows, with a thick magic book resting on his lap.

  His light-colored eyelashes, in the morning light, provoked a beautiful light and shadow effect.

  Hearing Bai Weiwei's words, he looked up at her unhurriedly.

  The little witch is still wearing a plain hooded robe, with thick hair, still without any decorations.

  His gaze rests on her beautiful thick 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, "What did I... do?"

  He has acted like he has amnesia.

  The little witch had no doubts either.

   After all, she is clear about the side effects of drugs.

  She thinks he can come back to life.

   It seems that he doesn't care much about his personality changing and losing his memory.

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

  Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

   "Char used to be a nobleman."

  Shaar 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 is not difficult to fool a person with amnesia.

   But fooling an amnesiac who clearly wants to find his family.

   It must not be made up.

  Bai Weiwei thought about it, and finally got tired after thinking about it.

never mind.

   Anyway, I lost my memory, so keep fooling around.

  One lie needs 10,000 lies to complete——Bai Xijing said that 100 million lies are trivial.

  So Bai Weiwei looked sad, "Shaar has no family."

   A series of names of nobles flashed through Xiaya's mind. Nobles without family members are pitifully few.

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

Not too possible.

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

   Could it be that the man she loved was actually a criminal?

   It seemed that she was afraid that he would be upset. After saying this, the little witch pursed her lips and did not say another word.

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

  Long hair hangs from the hood, and her small and fair face is so beautiful in the shadow of the hood.

   "Then I'll go first, Char."

   It seemed that he was afraid that he would ask more questions.

  She turned and ran away.

  Shaar's eyes were dark, until the little witch closed the door, and her steps gradually moved away.

  He stretched out his finger and buckled the pages of the book.

   "Find a man whose name has the same pronunciation as mine, looks similar to me, may be a minor nobleman, but was exterminated."

   After speaking, he held out his finger.

  His fingertips are hooked on that old pocket watch, but it can be seen that it is something of a nobleman.

   "This is his stuff, if he dies, give me the information."

  The archbishop appeared from the shadows.

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

  The voice was calm and sincere, "Yes, Your Excellency, what if he is still alive?"

   Alive?

  Char did not think of this possibility.

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

  Char was silent for a long time.

  In the extremely condensed atmosphere, the archbishop seemed to feel the magical power surging in the air.

   A layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

   Did you say something wrong?

  Shaar lowered his eyes, the purple eyes were so cold that they could not see the bottom.

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

   Then it was like saying an insignificant sentence.

   "If you are alive, then kill it."

   Speech is flat and casual.

  But with a chilling evil spirit.

   The last update, let’s make an update today.

   The pain in my cervical spine was unbearable, so I decided to rest today.

Good night then.

  (end of this chapter)