A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 807 Tell me, what is the name of the person who disappeared

At this moment.

As for the matter of bloodlines, we can only postpone the inquiry later.

The most urgent task is to find out whether Duke Zi's amnesia is caused by poisoning or not.
"Seven years ago, I was poisoned and lost my memory. I just detoxified two days ago. The poison is called Wangqingsan. It is extremely poisonous. It will not only erase a person's memory, but also tamper with the remaining memory images in the brain. When meeting a lover It will cause bone-cutting pain, if it touches the soul, it will spread the burning pain, the blood of the body will flow upstream, and coughing up blood is just the most common thing..." Lang Mo said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Jiang Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Hand, tightly grasping Lang Mo's right hand, forcefully, as if trying to use all the strength in his body.Thinking, maybe this can heal some pain for him.In the bottom of my heart, the few remaining resentments turned into pity. What happened to this calm man in front of me?
Listening to him use the most ordinary voice, telling the little things he has experienced in the past seven years.

Heart, can't help tightening.Even breathing became difficult, as if being in a frozen space, all limbs were a little bit stiff, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.As he listened, the corners of his eyes turned red, tears flowed from his eyes, and a soft moan overflowed from his lips.

"Langmo, I'm sorry!" Jiang Qing said distressedly, holding Langmo's arm firmly, choked up and said, "Also, thanks for your hard work!" Blaming herself, why didn't she leave Qingnan earlier and go to Yubei to find him?Knowing that he is in Yubei, but stubbornly thinking that Langmo is dishonest, really stupid!
I couldn't help but wonder, if she had come to Yubei to find someone from the beginning, wouldn't they have experienced the seven years of separation?Wouldn't Lang Mo suffer from the seven-year life-and-death dilemma?Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world.There is no turning back when you open the bow. Once you decide to do something, there is no room for regret.

"Fool! Why are you crying, am I fine?" Lang Mo hurriedly withdrew his hand, carefully wiped away the tears on Jiang Qing's face, and signaled Didison to explain to Duke Zi about Wangqingsan.He took Jiang Qing's hand and sat beside him, comforting Jiang Qing in a low voice.

Duke Zi watched, with an expression of memory involuntarily appearing on his face.

This scene always feels inexplicably familiar.As if he had experienced it before, intermittent and blurry fragments appeared in his mind, but with the appearance of these fast flickering fragments, it was as if his chest was pressed by a boulder and it was difficult to breathe, and his forehead was covered with layers of hot sweat.

On the side, Zhou Cun hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, "Godfather, wipe the sweat off your face."

As if aware of something, Zhou Cun undoubtedly concealed his real relationship with Duke Zi.Facing the scrutiny of the crowd calmly, but the meaning of meekness and alienation has not restrained, still standing not far or near, noncommittal.

After Didison narrated Wangqing San in detail, everyone in the room fell silent.Even Leiding Langbo and the others seemed extraordinarily quiet. Although they were vaguely aware of some things about Wangqingsan, it was another matter to really listen to the parties involved. The matter was far more complicated than what they knew.While feeling complicated, he couldn't help feeling distressed towards Lang Mo.

Back then, it was this young man who shouldered the burden of the entire tribe.Put all the responsibility on himself, so his status in the tribe is so extraordinary.The atmosphere in the room became tense and oppressive like never before.

"Lang Mo, why didn't you go back to the tribe earlier?" Lang Bo said hoarsely, this kid was strong when he was young, but he became more stubborn when he grew up.Aren't you afraid of being unable to bear the collapse if you carry everything alone?He raised his hand, slapped Lang Mo on the back of the head, and scolded, "Don't you think there is no one in the tribe except you?"

A more tyrannical aura burst out in an instant, soaring into the sky.

Violent, cruel breath.In an instant, most of the forces in Yubei were alarmed. Who did this monstrous hostility belong to?And what kind of desire to vent this huge power?Deterrence, or announcement.

For a moment, the people who had finally calmed down from the purge of the Zhao clan became terrified again.Those who were less powerful wanted to cry but shut the doors and windows tightly, determined not to step out of the gate until Yubei really calmed down, even if they were curious about the so-called Duke Zi, they would never go out.After all, wealth and life are undoubtedly more valuable and important than curiosity.

"Uh……"

All of a sudden, Lang Mo was stunned.

As if he had been beaten, he slowly calmed down after a while.

"Aren't I all right now?" Lang Mo whispered.Such a big person always feels embarrassed and embarrassed when he is beaten, especially in front of everyone, his face is expressionless, but in his heart he has made a serious note for Lang Po. Before Jiang Qing's matter was not settled, and now he is Add a sum.At that time, he will definitely settle the matter with Langbo...

As he spoke, he coughed twice.

"Duke Zi, I want to ask you something." Lang Mo raised his head, fixed his eyes on Duke Zi, and said seriously: "I hope you can tell us the truth, this matter is very important."

"Ask what?" Zhou Cun stepped forward, blocking Duke Zi behind him.

Duke Zi raised his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Actually, I have something to ask you about inviting you to Panjianglou today?" Passing across his body, the aura of these three people is most similar to his.

Lang Mo nodded, agreeing to Duke Zi, and then said: "I want to know what kind of animal is Duke Zi? medicine, you have been deeply poisoned and you have not been able to remove the toxin, at least two antidotes can relieve the poison of the Wangqing powder you are suffering from."

"Bold! Langmo, is this a threat?" Zhou Cungao shouted.

Duke Zi frowned, looked at Lang Mo's face calmly, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and said, "Why do you want to know my animal shape?" Orcs rarely tell others about their animal shape. Surprised it was too dangerous.The enemy is likely to take advantage of the animal's weakness and create corresponding countermeasures to destroy the enemy.

"Decades ago, I lost an ancestor in the Wind Tribe." Lang Mo said lightly.

Let's talk about this.

Both sides have a bottom line in their hearts, but because the layer of paper has not been pierced, each other is still somewhat defensive.

Hearing this, Duke Zi felt a pause when he tapped his fingers on the table.

"What's his name?" Duke Zi hoarsely asked.The eye sockets were unknowingly stained with a little mist, and he suppressed the impatience that was rolling deep in his heart.

Lang Mo stared at Duke Zi with his eyes. Seeing his slightly changed face, he gained confidence, and said in a deep voice: "Lang Kui, the Mo Lang clan of the Chasing Wind Tribe. He is of the same clan as me, Lang Bo, and Tal. He has lived for decades. I went to the Forest of Death and disappeared mysteriously in an accident..."

(End of this chapter)