His brother has regained his memory?!

But......

……

Ye Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at it again, with a cold and sarcastic smile, and even asked Xuan Fei with a pure puzzled look,

"Little Sanshao, do you know when your brother is good?"

Xuan Fei's face was pale,

"What a *** fart you put on! When will my brother regain his memory! ”

Ye Jue immediately let out a soft snort, his tone was full of surprise,

"Don't you know, your brother is already fine.

Eh, but it's not right, those people in your family know that Xuan Ye has recovered his memory, how can you not know? ”

As he spoke, he deliberately raised his finger.

……

Suddenly, Xuan Fei's cheeks stiffened, like five thunderbolts.

How...... Possible?

Looking at Xuan Ye, who was staggering and almost falling to the ground, his eyes widened in disbelief.

His brother was still sick and had lost all his memories.

In the past few days, when I went back to Italy, a group of brothers and sisters came to gather in the castle, and almost every day I had to take turns to carry out a "ideological education" for him, for example, he hurt his brother and the like, he was even more guilty, and he was more and more careful to serve, and his brother also accepted it indifferently.

However, now Ye Jue actually told him that Ye Da had recovered his memory a long time ago, and everyone in the castle knew about it.

He was the only one who was kept in the dark like a fool......

Are they all lying to him?

……

"Brother......" Xuan Fei was suffocated, and a pair of jewel-like black eyes flashed, and he was even more confused and aggrieved.

Why.

Xuan Ye's eyes were even more dizzy.

On the screen, the face of the little third son was blurred into several overlapping phantoms, but he still vaguely saw the white color on that beautiful face.

Especially the low eyes that the little third son looked at him, and he was deeply and secretly obscure, like a little trapped beast in the misty forest, which made Xuan Ye feel even more frightened.

Xuan Ye wanted to speak.

"I'm right, Xuan Ye?"

Ye Jue smiled lightly again, and deliberately snorted twice, obviously talking to Xuan Ye, but his eyes were staring at Xuan Fei for a moment,

"You have acted so painstakingly, you are really a good big brother, it is really touching."

……

Xuan Ye's eyebrows jumped suddenly when he heard this.

Damn *** thing, just a mouthful of "incompetent" and "straw bales", all stepping on the death hole of the little third son, and now talking about emotional deception, it is the most taboo for the little third son......

With such an obvious provocation, he and the third son finally got close.

Damn it!

"Little Sanzi......" Xuan Ye tried his best to make a sound, but he could only roll in his throat, and there was a hoarse pain, and he could only look at it with chaotic eyes.

I saw Xuan Fei's miserable white face cold, and then I heard him scolding angrily at the throat,

"The surname Ye, what kind of onion are you//, my brother and I can't turn your neurotic crazy scream, hurry up and shut your mouth for Lao Tzu, you, I'm sick to death!"

Another hard "bah" bite.

Give you face!

Xuan Fei looked straight at Xuan Ye again, almost undetectably, removing the slight gloom, and his eyes flowed.

Xuan Ye narrowed his eyes.

……

Ye Jue's face turned terripy, and he cursed,

“sh**it!”

kicked Xuan Ye's chest, Xuan Ye couldn't support it, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Ye Jue stepped on the knee of his bleeding right leg, against the bone nailed by the bullet, and drilled his toe fiercely.