After losing my memory, I became a group pet

Sima Yao shook his head, and handed the peeled egg to Yan Wuji, "I've been coughing a bit lately, so I won't go back, I'll go back when I get better."

Yan Wuji muttered: "Then I'll ask the imperial physician to feel Brother Yao's pulse?"

Sima Yao smiled and shook his head. He is a snake demon who has practiced for thousands of years. How can he be cured by a doctor in the world?

No matter how much Yan Wuji begged, Sima Yao did not agree.

Yan Wuji squeezed the egg, and the yolk was squeezed out and fell on the table.

He seemed to suddenly understand what chasing a wife and crematorium was.

Sima Yao put the egg yolk that fell out into Yan Wuji's bowl again. He tilted his head and looked at the frowning of the little thing in front of him. What are you thinking?

Yan Wuji returned to the bedroom, pacing back and forth.

The two little eunuchs behind him followed him back and forth, back and forth, and the three bumped into each other.

Yan Wuji said angrily: "What are you two doing all the time following around? Stand aside."

Xiao Tongzi squinted his eyes and smiled, "Is there something bothering the emperor? You might as well talk to the servants and let the servants solve the emperor's worries."

"What's the use of telling you?" Yan Wuji turned around for a while and asked, "If you have done something wrong to others, how can you make that person change his mind?"

Xiao Tongzi and Xiaodouzi looked at each other, Xiao Tongzi said: "The emperor means that you want that person to be grateful to the emperor?"

Yan Wuji nodded, "Almost, is there a way?"

Xiaodouzi was puzzled, "The emperor is so mighty, all he needs is a grace, why should he think of other ways?"

"Hmph, I know you can't help it." Yan Wuji frowned, and his face sank again.

Xiao Tongzi greeted him with a smile, "Your Majesty, the servants and servants are dull, I don't know what the Emperor is thinking?"

Yan Wuji nodded, a smile appeared on his face, and he said confidently: "Actually, I already have a plan in mind."

A perfect idea came to his mind.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Sima Yao was walking side by side with him in the imperial garden. At this moment, several masked men suddenly jumped out, holding a mountain-opening axe, and shouted: "I opened this road, and I opened this tree." Plant, think about..."

Elder brother Yao is weak and weak, and his face will turn pale with fright. At this moment, he stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, "Don't be afraid, elder brother Yao, I'm here." Then he yelled, "Where is the Imperial Forest Army?" ! Hurry up and take down the thief!"

The well-equipped Imperial Forest Army marched neatly, "swear allegiance to the emperor to the death!" After saying that, they took down the bandits.

At this time, Sima Yao would definitely lower his head shyly, and said softly: "Zhennu, it's lucky to have you."

Thinking of this, Yan Wuji's eyes bent into crescents, he kept shaking his head, but he didn't see the faces of the two little eunuchs around him eating shit.

Xiao Tongzi rubbed his face and smiled again, "Oh, Your Majesty Shengming, this is such a great idea! It's just..." He didn't say any more, Yan Wuji raised his eyebrows, "What is it?"

Xiaodouzi said with a mournful face, "Your Majesty, the solution is good, but...why are there bandits in the imperial garden?"

Yan Wuji glanced at the vegetable garden, his face full of embarrassment after being stunned, at this moment, Xiao Tongzi jumped out to make a rescue, "Hey! There are no bandits in the imperial garden, so let's find a place where there are bandits! For example, what are you talking about, a mountain path!"

Yan Wuji's eyes lit up.

Ah, it was a sunny afternoon, he and Sima Yao walked side by side on the mountain path, along the way, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the scenery was unique.

At this time, a group of bandits descended from the sky! "Keep the money, or shoot and kill!"

Sima Yao must have jumped into his arms in fright, "Zhen Nu, I'm so scared." He could take advantage of the situation to comfort her, and said softly, "Brother Yao, don't be afraid, everything is up to me." Then he shouted behind him, "Where is the imperial army!"

Thousands of Imperial Forest Army rushed out together, "Follow the emperor's order!" Then they took down the bandits in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Yan Wuji clenched his fist with his right hand and hammered the palm of his left hand, feeling very good.

Xiaodouzi's face wrinkled into a bun, "Your Majesty... But why, there are thousands of Imperial Forest Army on the mountain trails?"

Xiao Tongzi coughed twice, "Then change it to the mountain road." Yan Wuji nodded, "Yes, Dalu, this is good."

Xiaodouzi almost burst into tears, "Oh! What bandits! In the suburbs of Chang'an, at the foot of the emperor, dare to stop thousands of Imperial Forest Army, and dare to ask for money? Don't mind!"

Xiaotongzi patted Xiaodouzi on the head, "The emperor finally came up with a good idea, don't disappoint the emperor!"

Xiaodouzi kept shaking his head, "Your Majesty, since you came to the throne, the weather in Dajin has been smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful. Even the most remote state capital has almost no bandits. Everyone can eat and wear warm clothes. Who is doing this? day."

Yan Wuji sat on the chair and said dejectedly: "Do you also think that I am very useless, I don't do anything all day long, and I just know how to fool around..."

"How could it be!" Xiaodouzi said earnestly: "The emperor is gentle by nature, and never makes things difficult for us slaves. He also has a heart like a valley, and treats several auxiliary ministers with sincerity, and always considers the common people when handling government affairs. Over the years, the common people live and work in peace and contentment. , it’s all thanks to the emperor.”

Yan Wuji didn't speak, he knew in his heart that most of the time he didn't know how to deal with those things, so he asked his officials to do those things, even if those people made things bad, he didn't have better candidates and methods to deal with.

He was just lucky that the people he chose happened to be capable of getting things done.

He had read the memorials he had approved before, and the few sentences he wrote the most were "I know", "Zhu Zou", "I also think what Aiqing thinks".

Yan Wuji was lying on the table, he was so useless...

Xiao Tongzi stepped forward, "Your Majesty, who exactly do you want to change your mind?"

Yan Wuji twirled the brush in his hand, "He is angry with me and doesn't want to go back to the palace."

The two young eunuchs understood, and Xiao Tongzi smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Lord Zhongcheng will not be angry with you. He said he was sick, so he must be really sick. He wants to stay with the Emperor more than anyone else." .”

Yan Wuji said: "But he doesn't want to go back to the palace with me."

Xiaodouzi said: "The emperor will send some small gifts to Mr. Zhongcheng."

"This is good." Yan Wuji thought for a while, "there is nothing good in the palace, so, you go to the night market with me and find some weird gadgets."

Two days later came the night market. Yan Wuji disguised himself as a rich young master and went to the night market with two young attendants. The night market was brightly lit, crowded with people, shops opened and fireworks were set off.

Looking at the dazzling fireworks, Yan Wuji couldn't help thinking, it would be great if Sima Yao was here.

Sima Yao was lying on the bed at the moment. His upper body was only wearing a very thin obscene garment, which had not been fastened. The collars on both sides were opened wide, revealing his snow-white chest and abdomen. His lower body had returned to its original form, curled up on the bed.

He kept panting, and beads of sweat flowed down his temples, from his neck to his straight collarbone.

There was a burnt wound on Sima Yao's right waist, and translucent yellow blood was continuously flowing out. He stretched out his hand to condense mana into his palm, and then put the shaped spiritual power ball on the wound, and the spiritual power ball began to clean the bleeding wound , the whole process was extremely painful.

At first, Sima Yao just bit his lips tightly, his jade-like teeth clenched his red lips, he took a breath of air, and tiny drops of water swirled in his eye sockets, he took a bamboo stick and bit it in his mouth, and began to give himself Wash the wound.

The spiritual power ball disappeared quickly, but the pus-filled wound only congealed for a moment, and then began to fester further, gradually spreading to the surrounding unbroken skin.

Sima Yao seemed to be exhausted, and he sank powerlessly under the bed quilt, gasping for pain.His whole body was soaked in sweat, and the fine beads of sweat on his chest formed a line and slid down to the abdomen where the abdominal muscles were looming.

This wound was burnt by the eyes left by the ancient god's mansion when he escaped from the undead sea.

There is only one way to relieve the pain of the wound, and that is to keep eating people.

As long as they cannibalize people and suck human blood and vitality, they can heal wounds.

Sima Yao tied up his clothes, stood up with the support of the bed, and walked slowly to the table to pour water for himself.

The tea entered the throat, icy cold, just like the winter of that year, when the snow fell...

That was the first time he came to Sima Mansion, originally because it was warm here, he found a random room, hovered over the beams, and survived the winter under the temperature of the charcoal fire.

But in his sleep, he heard a woman's cry and a gentle lullaby.

This year, Young Master Sun of Sima Mansion had just turned two years old, but he contracted a cold and died of a long illness. It seemed that he would not survive this year's winter.

At that time, he was not spiritually enlightened, and he didn't understand why these mortals were so obsessed with life, old age, sickness and death, and they died when they died, so there was nothing to be sad about.

But for some reason, seeing that woman crying, he felt uncomfortable.

He is really curious, what kind of thing is emotion.

So one day, he possessed that child, and that was the first time he felt a warm embrace.

What's ridiculous is that he is clearly a cold-blooded animal, yet he yearns for human warmth.

But birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings after all, even though he has very high mana, he can't reverse the will of God.

The two-year-old Sima Yao is still dead.

That night, he watched Sima Yao die and made an important decision.

He ate Sima Yao's body.

From then on, he was Sima Yao.

Putting down the teacup, Sima Yao covered his mouth and coughed. Sweet blood fell on his palm, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Humans are not tasty, and he doesn't want to eat people anymore.

Sima Yao was dizzy for a while. Fortunately, although the wound will not heal, it will only worsen for one or two days a month. When the wound is fixed, he can use force to suppress the pain.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, "A Yao, are you asleep?"

It's Sima Ji, who is also the current head of the Sima family.

"Just go to bed, what's the matter with third uncle?" Sima Yao's tone was cold, this person is not a good person, he has been trying to kill him all these years, if Sima Yao really survived that winter, there is nothing he can do about it Live in this person's hands.

"Oh, it's nothing." Sima Ji pretended to be relaxed, "Just now the Holy Spirit came here and brought you a small gift. Would you like to open the door now?"

Sima Yao had already walked to the bedside, but when he heard this, his heart softened, and he thought: Why does this little thing run around without sleeping at night?

"Third Uncle Lao, I'll come right away."

Enduring the pain, he walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and saw an unsealed can of realgar wine.

Sima Ji smirked, "Duanyang is here, Ayao have a sip?" After speaking, someone poured the whole jar of wine on him.

Sima Yao tasted sweetness, and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Wuji, who was shopping at the night market, suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if something was pressing on him, making him unable to breathe.