Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 111

After these few words, Xue Yu had a completely new understanding of the original owner.

Bold, arrogant, and extremely keen on handsome men.

Completely the opposite of Xue Yu.

Xue Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly at the rude words. He took a deep breath, avoiding the man's gaze, and still used the same rhetoric he used to Ning Yao: "Where is the Rich City? I don't know, I forgot..."

"I fell down, and I don't remember anything before."

The man showed the same weird expression as Ning Yao. Xue Yu gritted his teeth and said, "It's true."

After a long silence, the man said, "You are still so naive."

He stretched out his fingers and stroked the bow and arrow that shone with silver light. The corners of his lips curled up and sneered, "Do you think I will believe you if you say that, or do you think you don't have to die if you forget?"

In between words, the man took out an arrow and neatly put it on the bowstring.

Xue Yu was startled and broke the mushroom stem in his hand. He understood at this moment that each of the five hunters really wanted to kill the original owner, otherwise they would not kill him without saying a word.

He looked at the man's arm that was almost twice as big as his, and thought that it would not work to fight hard, so he had to find another way.

"What's your name?"

Resisting the trembling arc of his shoulders, Xue Yu hurriedly whispered before the man pulled the string: "Maybe I will have some impression after listening to it and remember something."

"Whether I owe you money or something else, I will try my best to pay it back."

"..."

The man was driven to the slums for less than Ning Yao, only more than two months, so he had a deep memory of the little prince's temper, so that after exchanging a few glances with Xue Yu, he believed 70% of the amnesia.

In the past, the little prince would not let his clothes get dirty and not change. He always made himself bright and beautiful, like a peacock with gorgeous clothes.

He would never show weakness, because he could imagine what the little prince would look like when he was about to die.

He would piss and poop, cursing in his mouth: "Damn slave, you dare to hit me today, my elder brother will definitely punch a hole in your donkey head if he knows!"

Then, seeing that he was really not afraid and really wanted to kill him, he would crawl over and hug his thighs to beg for mercy.

In short, he would never be like this now, looking at his face in a good tone and saying that he would try to compensate him.

But why did the little prince come to the slums, was the amnesia man-made or accidental?

The man thought about these things in his head, and he blurted out: "Lin Baiyue."

Lin Baiyue?

Xue Yu remembered this name more clearly, because it was rare to find a weirdo who was not afraid of sleeping with a corpse for a night.

Xue Yu pretended to think for a while, and began to pretend: "I can't remember, did we meet in the rich city, did I do something you didn't like? Can you tell me..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Baiyue raised his arm, and the sharp arrow pointed straight at him.

Xue Yu's face turned pale and he shut up. He didn't understand what he had said wrong that caused the man to suddenly attack.