MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-Chapter 20 For the first time, who are you?

"Don't install it, I know you are awake."

Helping the man change the medicine, Ling Jingxuan stood next to him and looked at him with a cold eye. The man who was naked on the straw and was lying on the straw was very strong. It was not the kind of muscular Mr. body, but the **** bodybuilder like a hanger. Every inch of muscle They all have smooth and flexible wheat color, more than one point is fat, less one point is thin, with a tough face like a knife-like face, handsome facial features, men are undoubtedly **** and charming, even with closed eyes can tick Move any woman's heart, if it is not his broken things with the original owner, maybe he will also be tempted, beautiful things everyone loves not?

"who are you?"

Open your eyes, the dark and deep peach eyes bloomed with burning light, and the pale face disappeared without tearing the sharpness and sharpness of his eyes. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but whistle, and the eyes were undoubtedly his handsome facial features. Adding a finishing touch to the special effects, under its embellishment, the man's momentum has undergone earth-shaking changes, strong, sharp, and expensive.

"Before asking someone, should you report your name first? Or, is this the way you treat saviors?"

Amazing to praise, Ling Jingxuan can not forget how cruel and cold-blooded he is, this kind of man, can be seen from afar, if you play it... or forget it, he still wants to live for a few more years.

The brilliance of the brilliance of the brilliance flashed through a moment of confusion, and then it was as deep as the sea. The man did not answer his question, but stared at him for a moment, and a blank head told him that he had forgotten everything, including His own name, but from the conversation he heard in the past, he knows that this thin and beautiful woman, who claims to be his savior, seems to have a relationship with him.

"who are you?"

Once again, perhaps the man himself is not aware of it. His tone has an unquestionable command. Some things, even if they are lost, cannot disappear. That is, the innate domineering.

"You won't tell me who you forgot who you are?"

The keen catching the fascination of his eyes and the unprepared defense, Ling Jingxuan swept his cloth on his forehead with a cold eye, and his eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

"Yes……"

"Damn!"

The man’s words have not been finished yet. Ling Jingxuan squatted and grabbed his hand. The thin face was covered with condensation. After a long while, he snorted: “There is blood in the brain, which may be a temporary amnesia caused by the impact. This is It's best to give me something to think about, and then how far it is."

Throwing away his hand, Ling Jingxuan grabbed the broken cloth on the side and threw it on him. There was a piece of jade and a heavy purse inside. There was a plaque on the jade, which should be related to his name. As for the purse. He said that he was not interested in watching. Now he only hopes that he will quickly remember his identity, answer a few questions, and finally roll back to his own world.

"Wait, who are you? What is the relationship with me?"

Seeing that he wants to go, the man supports the body intuitively. If he remembers correctly, they seem to have said yesterday that they have children.

In the footsteps, Ling Jingxuan turned slowly, and the face was intertwined with cold alienation and ridicule: "Look at the fabric in your hand, how can you be related to you like a villager like me?"

Those rags are high-quality goods at first glance, presumably his identity is not simple, intuition tells him that with his relationship, his future is afraid of being even worse.

"The child..."

The man frowned and impulsively blurted out. Ling Jingxuan slammed him out with a cold voice: "It seems that you should have heard my conversation with my mother. If you lose your memory, I will only say once, the child is mine." It doesn't matter to you, you better give me this in mind, otherwise..."

Next, Ling Jingxuan did not continue to say, throwing him a murderous look and then turned and went out, he would dare to grab the child with him, he really did not mind killing him, the two buns are his son, who Dare to hit their ideas, he dares to fight with him! God blocks the killing of God, and the Buddha blocks it!

The man didn't seem to be scared by his threat. When he left, he resisted the pain and propped up his body. The slender fingers flipped the purple cloth that Ling Jingxuan had thrown to him. The material that slipped from the cloth was not difficult to see. It's worth a lot, but his eyes didn't hang around too much. From the inside, he touched a piece of green and transparent jade, one of which was engraved with a slogan, and the finger rubbed the word unconsciously, suddenly in his mind. There are a lot of pictures flashing, but the speed is too fast. When he wants to see it clearly, those pictures have all disappeared.

Intuition tells him that this piece of jade has a close relationship with his identity. He can't help but hold the jade's hand tightly. Then he pulls out a purse that looks plain, but wrapped in gold thread. From it, a black tiger-shaped jade carving was taken.

"Well……"

When I saw the jade carving, the head that was so painful was like being stuck with a dense needle. It hurts that he had to throw away the jade carving, holding his head in a low voice, and returning to Ling Jingxuan. Holding a big bowl in one hand, faintly sweeping away the jade and jade carvings on the side, some kind of speculation slipped through my mind, and the eyes could not help but deepen, but he did not say anything, the two bowls were placed on the ground. .

"and many more!"

Just as he was about to get up and leave, the man who was tortured by the pain suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the strength was great. Ling Jingxuan felt that his wrist seemed to be broken in a moment, and the man did not notice his own gaffe, looking up. Road: "Who are you? Tell me your name."

The savvy and sharp scorpion is strong and overbearing, and he does not know why he cares about it.

"Ling Jingxuan!"

Forcibly opened his hand, Ling Jingxuan swept his eyes and swept his wrist that had already been black, and the sound was so cold that it was just like a scorpion, and each word was enough to make people feel three feet.

"Then you are mine..."

"Savior!"

The man eagerly asked again to be interrupted by Ling Jingxuan's cold ice, ignoring his crumpled eyebrows. Ling Jingxuan turned and left after he finished speaking. What he didn't know was that the man's sight had followed him until he could no longer see him. Figure.

"Ling Jingxuan...?"

I don't know how long it took, the man took back his gaze and snorted his name down, his lips, and a smile that he didn't even notice.