Going to ancient times with a sign-in system: Stepmothers are not to be trifled with

"Hey, little lady, you are finally here..."

"What do you think? Have you thought about it? If you think my husband is a short-lived one, why don't you go back to your home with me?"

A little woman was rushing home with a basket in her arms. When she was about to get home, she was blocked by a young man.

Looking up, the young woman's face instantly turned pale. She tried to move forward several times, but was blocked by the young man.

Unable to see her, the little woman knelt on the ground with a plop, crying and begging: "Master Huang, please let me go. My husband is still waiting for me to come home and boil medicine for him."

"Please Master Huang, please let me go..."

Master Huang knelt down and clamped the little woman's chin with his right hand. Looking at her rosy expression, he said with "heartache": "It's not impossible for me to let you go, as long as you follow me." This young master must let you go, how about it?"

"No, no. Master Huang, please let me go..."

"Let you go? It's a dream!" After that, he stood up and said coldly: "Ah Cai, take her back to the house. I'll go see that short-lived ghost."

"Yes, sir."

"No, no, no,..."

The little woman struggled hard. Even though her cry attracted many people, when they saw it was Young Master Huang, they all immediately stayed away and did not dare to come forward.

Just as the little woman was being pulled around, a voice stopped them in their tracks.

"stop!"

"Lan'er!"

"Ahem...you guys, let Lan'er go, ahem..."

"Huang Wuliang, what kind of man are you?"

"Hey! The short-lived ghost is here. What's wrong? Are you feeling distressed?"

"Let her go, let her go..." As he said this, a man in a gray gown staggered over, his face full of eagerness and anger.

There were more and more people watching, and some started to murmur...

"Hey, this young master looks a bit like Mr. Huang..."

"The eyes and nose are as if they were carved from the same mold. Could it be that these two people..."

"Oh, it really is, this..."

"........."

Guo Xiaoxiao and his group, who were wandering around, saw how lively it was here, so they walked over to see what was so lively.

As soon as he approached, he heard those discussions, so he raised his eyes and saw Young Master Huang pushing the scholar to the ground, and the little woman who was dragged by the side shouted and ran towards the scholar.

The faces of the three people appeared in Guo Xiaoxiao's sight at the same time.

When seeing the face of the little woman clearly, Guo Xiaoxiao was furious in his heart, and shouted coquettishly: "Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, he quickly pushed away the people in front of him, ran to the little woman, grabbed her arm and shouted eagerly: "Ouyang Lan! Ouyang Lan!"

"Ouyang Lan, why are you here?"

The crying little woman looked for the sound and looked at Guo Xiaoxiao in confusion, "Miss, do you know me?"

When Guo Xiaoxiao heard this, he whispered the words "Death Temple" in a low voice, and then looked at Ouyang Lan nervously.

But Ouyang Lan still looked at Guo Xiaoxiao in confusion, shook her head and said that she didn't know what the Death Temple was.

Seeing this, Guo Xiaoxiao frowned slightly.

The next second, she took Ouyang Lan's right hand, looked at the ring on her finger, and said excitedly, "Lan Lan, do you remember this ring? This is your 20th birthday. I gave it to you, do you remember?" "

Ouyang Lan looked at the excited Guo Xiaoxiao, then looked at the ring on her finger, and said softly, "You gave this to me?"

"Yeah, I gave it as a gift, and your name is engraved on it." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, and said coldly, "Show them to me, and I can't let any of them go."

"Yes, master."

"Lan Lan, let's go home first."

With Guo Xiaoxiao's domineering protection, Ouyang Lan became bolder, walked to the scholar, helped him up, and said softly: "Mr., let's go home."

"Okay." Standing outside the dilapidated courtyard, Guo Xiaoxiao sighed slightly, then cast a cold glance at the young master of the Huang family who was tied up by Yuan Bao, and walked in.

Helping the scholar to sit down, Ouyang Lan greeted Guo Xiaoxiao and the others, and then went into the room to pour water.

While Ouyang Lan went to pour water, Guo Xiaoxiao looked at the scholar and asked, "Has she lost her memory?"

The scholar looked at Guo Xiaoxiao in surprise, "How do you know, Miss? Is it possible to cure it?"

"As expected. You have to see it to know. Can you tell me what happened?"

"May I ask, do you know my wife and my wife?"

Seeing Guo Xiaoxiao nodding, the scholar cast his gaze on the tied people. If the anger in his eyes could burn, these people would probably have been burned to ashes.

Guo smiled and said, "That's it."

While staring at death, I heard Ouyang Lan's voice, "Guys, please drink some water. Our house is simple, so don't be surprised."

Looking at the now gentle and carefree Ouyang Lan, Guo Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched sharply, but his heart was filled with joy.

After thinking for a moment, Guo Xiaoxiao then said: "I know how to play the piano and chess. Let's go check on the Huang family. Everything is detailed."

"Yes, master."

"Yuan Bao, take them aside, it's an eyesore."

"Yes, master."

Looking at Ouyang Lan now, Guo Xiaoxiao instantly didn't want her to remember the past.

Those days of licking blood from the edge of a knife, if you forget it, don’t remember it again. If those days last for a long time, it will make people numb and inhumane.

This is not what she wants.

She hopes to live simply.

It’s actually pretty good to make a salted fish.

Then, she raised her hand and touched Ouyang Lan's head, looked at the scholar seriously, and asked solemnly: "If she can't remember the past, will you still live a good life with her?"

The scholar took Ouyang Lan's hand, looked at Guo Xiaoxiao seriously, and said firmly: "No matter what happens to Lan'er, I will never leave her!"

"Whether Lan'er remembers the past or not, I will always be by her side!"

"But can you protect her?"

"I, I will protect her with my life!"

"I hope you will do what you say."

"Miss, don't worry, I will definitely protect Lan'er!"

Guo Xiaoxiao nodded, "Put out your hand and I'll check your pulse."

"Miss?"

"I know a little bit of medical skills, your body is too weak."

"Excuse me, miss." After speaking, the scholar put his hands on the table.

Guo Xiaoxiao frowned when he felt for his pulse, then took out a silver needle and pricked the scholar into a hedgehog without saying a word.

Seeing this sudden scene, Ouyang Lan blinked her eyes and looked at Guo Xiaoxiao with excitement, "This is fun."

puff……

Hearing this, Guo Xiaoxiao, who was drinking water, suddenly squirted, and then looked at Ouyang Lan with an aunty smile on her face, "How is it? Do you want to learn?"

"Can I learn it? Is this easy to learn?"

Looking at Ouyang Lan with eyes full of stars, Guo Xiaoxiao smiled silently...

Hahaha…

The poison-healing master of the Temple of Death actually asked this question, hahaha...