Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Xue Yu nodded gently: "I have a little impression, but why can't I remember it?"

Ning Yao didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he looked up at him: "Have you heard of intermittent amnesia?"

"What is that?"

"Decades ago, a group of wizards created a pill to make money that could make people forget the past. This drug was popular for a few months at first, but later the side effects were too great. People who took it not only forgot the past, but also had frequent amnesia. It was listed as a banned drug and it is no longer sold on the market, but it is hard to guarantee that those who have bought it will still have it."

Ning Yao's eyes sank slightly.

Pei Xueyu did not have this symptom when he was in Lanburg. It started to happen after he came here.

Someone fed Xue Yu a banned drug.

Under normal circumstances, if you take a banned drug, you will lose your memory once every three months. Xue Yu obviously lost his memory earlier. Except for taking another pill, he couldn't think of any other reason. Who did Xue Yu meet yesterday?

While Ning Yao was thinking, Xue Yu's mind was also confused.

So the original owner lost his memory after taking this drug?

He wanted to hear Ning Yao continue to talk, but Ning Yao had already ended the topic, stood up, took the bowl on the table and went into the kitchen.

Xue Yu followed him subconsciously.

The man glanced at Xue Yu who was about to say something but stopped talking several times at the door. He knew that Xue Yu wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't take the initiative to speak.

His bones were broad and strong, and his shoulders and arms were full of masculinity. When he lowered his head to wash his hands, his slender neck could be seen.

Xue Yu was hesitating whether to ask about the original owner's interpersonal relationships first, or how the original owner and the man knew each other, when a shadow suddenly covered his eyes. He looked up in a daze and saw Ning Yao reaching out to him.

He didn't think about anything and instinctively turned his face away.

Ning Yao was slightly stunned, paused for three or four seconds, and his movements did not change. He took the towel hanging on the wall behind him and wiped the water on his hands expressionlessly.

Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

So he wanted to take something. He thought he wanted to touch him...

There was no sound in the kitchen. Xue Yu rehearsed in his mind in advance, walked to Ning Yao like a kitten, and whispered: "Can I ask you something else?"

Ning Yao wiped his hands and didn't answer.

"... Ning Yao?" This was the name he just asked.

Ning Yao still didn't answer.

Xue Yu: "?"

Why didn't he pay attention to him...

Xue Yu was confused and looked up at the man's face, but he couldn't see anything. He didn't know why he suddenly got angry.

Ning Yao lowered his head and replayed the scene of Xue Yu's quick dodge in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt angry. An indescribable anger filtered through his flesh and skin, burning every inch of his senses.

The red bloodshot in his eyes increased. When he reacted, his hands had already clamped Xue Yu's cheeks and sucked between the two lips.

Xue Yu hummed in confusion, and his mouth turned red from the rough sucking.