Midnight Forced Marriage

Chapter 103 The Amnesiac Cat Boy
"What are you looking at, have you seen enough?" The thick baritone voice made people unable to associate it with the boy in front of him, and it was very difficult for the four people present at this time to adapt.

Alas, to show parents the appearance of a human being, I'm afraid it's because I love you so much that I can't bear to let go, right?
For a while, no one spoke first, and didn't know what to say.I rolled my eyes and knocked on the table he was sitting on, "Such a big guy, sit on the chair."

Bugui stared, his mouth twitched twice, and finally, under my persistent gaze, he obediently jumped to the ground and chose the most comfortable chair to sit down.He didn't even look like he was sitting. One of his long legs was curled up, stepped on the seat, and the other was stretched out. He was comfortable but seriously hindered the passing traffic. Those who didn't know thought he was trying to trip someone up. Son!
"Cough, I'm not coming back." Bingyi couldn't help calling him, after all, she had a mission, "Do you still remember Miss Xiaohe?"

Bugui's eyes froze, and then he became distracted as if he hadn't woken up, "Who? I don't know!"

"Lie!" I slapped the table, "Every time you hear Miss Xiao He's name, you will have a different reaction, why don't you recognize her?"

"Why are you so fierce? I really don't know! You still want to kill me?" The young ghost cat looked disdainful, and when he saw that we didn't respond, he turned his expression back, lowered his head and muttered, ten sticks Touching each other with fingers, "I really don't remember...I lost my memory."

"what?"

Bingyi and I screamed at the same time, looked at each other, and looked at Bugui with suspicious eyes, "You... what did you say?"

"Don't understand?" Bugui looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy at the moment, wearing an ancient costume, exuding the temperament of a refined nobleman and a wayward son, which made people want to beat him up very much.But what he said was like the voice of a middle-aged man, full of vicissitudes and vicissitudes, making people wonder which age group should approach his attitude towards him.

"You smelly cat, if you have a better attitude, you will die?"

"There's something wrong with my attitude, I've always been like this." Bugui didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he was arrogant and unreasonable, but only Chen Banxia walked over slowly, he still showed a bit of scruples, with an expression on his face All eased up. "I said I lost my memory. I don't remember most things. Even the transformation into a ghost was only remembered after the last blood moon night. I thought I was an old cat for more than half a year. .”

"Pfft!" I couldn't help bursting out laughing when I heard the word Laomao.

"What are you laughing at?" He didn't return to his sloppy look, grabbed the snack on the table, swallowed it in one bite, chewed it with puffed cheeks, and yelled at Bingyi before swallowing it, "What do you ask?" What are you doing more, what does that lottery have to do with me?
In fact, what he said was extremely contradictory, as if he subconsciously reacted to the name Xiao He.However, due to amnesia, he didn't care about it, but he couldn't help but want to know what kind of memory he lost. Pride Mode...

"Master, what do you think?" I turned my head and saw Chen Banzhuan staring at him coldly. He didn't seem to be very interested in this matter from the beginning to the end, as if it was just a favor to show him.

"Hello? Hey... oh, oh, oh, what are you doing here, old man...?" In the next second, Bugui was lifted from the grand teacher's chair to the table by the collar, using it as an operating table. He stretched out his hand to feel the pulse on his neck, and pressed a few more acupuncture points, screaming in pain, trying to resist, but getting weaker and weaker, "Ouch!"

Chen Banhuang let go and did not return, folded his arms on his chest, looked down at the black-clothed boy curled up on the table, and finally said softly, "He didn't lie."

"Ok?"

"He should be very weak." Chen Banzai stretched out his hand again, and Bugui dodged for a while, but was still caught by him. Chen Banzai pinched his chin and looked at him, "You have indeed lost your memory, not for half a year. Simple, at least it has been more than ten years. It should be that you were sealed and your memory was scattered at the same time, or you resisted too fiercely when you were sealed, which led to more energy consumption and severe amnesia. You should have at least ten years to be awake It's been in a daze for a while, and it's in the image of a cat."

"...Yes?" Bugui tilted his head, breaking free from Chen Banxia's control, his stubborn and proud eyes must not be like what a ghost who has experienced such vicissitudes of life should have.

"Master, how old is he?"

"More than 600."

"Scared?" I was startled, "Longer than Chu Yue? How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible." Chu Yue said with a smile, "If he has cultivated in the snow cave like me for many years, his skill must be ten thousand times stronger than mine at this moment, but it's a pity..."

Chu Yue didn't finish speaking, shook his head and sighed lightly.

I shrugged, feeling a little pity, "Hey, do you still remember who sealed you?"

"Why? Do you want him to take revenge?" Chen Ban blindly hit me on the head, "Hey, what are your plans now?"

Bugui was startled by the question, his gaze became blank, and he jumped down from the table again, "You played with me for a long time just now, which made me hungry and want to eat."

"What else do you want to do besides eat?"

"……there is none left."

A black line appeared on my head, my chest felt tight, I closed my eyes, silently counted to three, opened them again, glanced at him, and sighed, "There seems to be fried rice with eggs in the kitchen."

Half an hour later, he ate a pot of fried rice with eggs, two bowls of small pickles, a pot of hot and sour soup, two buns with crab roe, ten skewers of bone and meat, and a bag of shredded spicy fish.

"Hey, not returning to the boy, is it delicious?" I looked at the slow table pots and pans. This guy has 1 shortcomings, but only one advantage. There is no leftover leftovers.

"I'm so full..." Bugui burped and picked his teeth, his whole body nestled in the grand master's chair, his eyes blurred, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, wake up, wake up! I'm not giving you food to find an ancestor to pay for it. I have business to do." I said sympathetically and looked at Bing Yi, who was anxiously waiting for him to eat enough to do things.

"Well, I got it, I got it." Bugui responded impatiently, with an expression that I have lost my memory, and he looked at Bingyi, "This beautiful sister, what's the matter? Miss He, why are you looking for me?"

Hearing this, Bingyi looked at him resentfully, "Miss Xiao He is your lover for many years, and now she is dying, I want to see you for the last time."

"Huh?" Bugui frowned, as if he was trying to remember, but finally let out a sigh of relief, hung on the chair again, and wailed, "It's no use killing me, I can't remember this person... Although the name It still sounds familiar, but it's too boring, too urgent, and I just can't remember it."

As he spoke, he beat his chest, looking pitiful.

But I won't be fooled, "Okay, okay, stop acting, I'm dying, you really can't remember, really can't remember." I paused twice, and I don't know what to do about it?
Looking back at Chu Yue, he was looking at me calmly, and said two words softly, "Ghost knows."

"Ah, that's right!" I slapped my head, how could I forget that cool money-grubber?
(End of this chapter)