Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 570 Who Are You (2)

There were welts all over his back, and it was inevitable that Lan Xi would get hurt when he got up.

A look of pain flashed across his eyes, and thin sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

Seeing his frowning, Feng Wuze couldn't help thinking of the scarlet welt.

He asked with concern, "What's the matter, does the wound hurt?"

Lan Xi said nothing, but shook her head lightly.

He took a deep breath, relieving the pain in his body.

As the hurried footsteps approached, Lan Xi caught a glimpse of the rushing figure from the corner of her eye, and a dark color flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Drink a glass of water first." Duan Fan brought the glass to his mouth, and Lan Xi tilted her head back.

He reached out to take the cup, and even though he was thirsty, he still drank it one sip at a time.

Feng Wuze twitched his lips, at this moment he was the only one who could still maintain his elegance, otherwise he would have gulped it down long ago.

After drinking a full glass of water, the discomfort in the throat dissipated a lot.

Duan Fan took the empty cup from his hand, Lan Xi pulled her lips, "Thank you."

The alienated tone suddenly created a sense of distance between the two of them.

Duan Fan frowned, caring that he had just woken up, he didn't think much about it.

"Lanxi, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Lan Xi?"

Lan Xi stared at him with clear eyes, with a blank face, "Is this my name?"

When the words came out, Duan Fan and Feng Wuze were both taken aback.

The two looked at each other, Duan Fan's face suddenly changed.

He reached out to reach for Lan Xi's hand, but unexpectedly he dodged it.

Duan Fan's hands were frozen in the air, and he looked at him with complicated eyes.

Touching the defense in his eyes, his heart sank.

"What are you going to do?" He asked in a tone of wariness.

Feng Wuze was shocked, a bold guess appeared in his mind.

Pointing at Duan Fan, he asked tentatively, "Lan Xi, don't you recognize him?"

His reaction seemed like he lost his memory.

Lan Xi took a look at Duan Fan, shook his head, and then he looked at Feng Wuze again, "Who are you?"

Feng Wuze supported his forehead, he was a god.

He looked at him suspiciously, but still couldn't believe that Lan Xi had lost his memory, "Lan Xi, you didn't mean to trick us on purpose, did you?"

"You can't be so unkind, I came all the way to see you."

Lan Xi frowned, and strange eyes wandered between him and Duan Fan.

"Lan Xi, what do you remember?" Feng Wuze asked.

Lan Xi lowered her head, as if lost in memory.

After a while, he raised his hand to cover his head, and said hoarsely, "Headache."

There was a hint of pain on his pale face, which made him even more pitiful.

Duan Fan stepped forward and approached cautiously.

He asked softly, "Lanxi, let me help you get the pulse, okay?"

Lan Xi avoided his hand, curled up into a ball and backed away, like a beast that lacked a sense of security, "Who are you?"

Hurt by his vigilant eyes, Duan Fan asked in a hoarse voice, "You really don't remember me?"

Lan Xi stopped talking, and looked at him with guarded eyes.

On the side, Feng Wuze still couldn't believe it.

"Lan Xi, do you remember that Qiao Luo is Ye Qi?"

Lan Xi shook his head.

"Then Yi Xuan, do you remember?"

"..."

"What about your uncle?"

"..."

The confused eyes remained unchanged, Feng Wuze began to accept the fact that Lan Xi had lost his memory.

Duan Fan's eyes dimmed, and he unexpectedly reached for the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

He was inconvenient to move, and in terms of speed, how could Lan Xi beat him.

The Buddha beads were grabbed by the man's big, bony hands, and Lan Xi glared, "What are you doing?"

Duan Fan said, "I gave this to you, since you don't know me, then give it back to me."

Feng Wuze glanced at him strangely, if he remembered correctly, this string of beads was given by Ye Qi.

(End of this chapter)