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In the tense atmosphere, an inappropriate "creak" sound suddenly sounded.

Everyone was interrupted and all looked back, only to see that the door of the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal"'s bedroom was opened from the inside out.

The next moment, a slender and thin hand opened the door. A woman wearing a navy blue embroidered gold-patterned Hanyong aristocratic women's bedding uniform was holding a door, with half of her body exposed.

Her long hair is like a waterfall, thick and graceful, spread down her back.

A pair of fox eyes that are full of hope and brilliance, with a sharp edge between the watery pupils and infinite youth.Her brow bones, nose bones and mandible are delicate, yet upright and beautiful.

——She is really a graceful, angular beauty!
In particular, she seemed to be unable to recover from her illness and was not in good health. The peaks of her lips were pale, chapped and almost bloodless, but there was a faint trace of vermilion blood in the lines on her cracked lips.Coupled with that face, which is half-hidden and half-hidden among the scattered black hair, with clear jade bones and an unparalleled face.
This visual impact of the slight imperfections on the white jade added an indescribable, broken and deeply distressed beauty to her originally aggressive beauty.

Everyone in the corridor was speechless.

Only the rustling sound of the wind passed by my ears.

But the difference is that Missa was shocked and speechless by the appearance of the woman in front of him.The sword slaves in the corridor all looked at each other in astonishment.

They had seen their lord carry the woman into his bedroom with their own eyes before, and the woman didn't seem to look like this!

She was clearly an extremely ugly girl with a sickly look on her face!In addition to being similar in body shape to the person in front of him, his appearance is even more different.

If they hadn't been so sure that they had never left this place, they would have thought that the people inside had been stolen.

Only Targan, the deputy leader of the sword slaves, was not confused by the woman's appearance.

His eyes slid down from the woman's face inch by inch, and he looked at the woman thoroughly from head to toe quietly but extremely seriously. Finally, his eyes settled on the vaguely bloody white cotton bandage wrapped around her feet. .

Finally, his tense heart relaxed slightly, and he could be sure that this was indeed the same person.

At first glance, the girl's appearance is completely different from before, but if you think about it carefully, except for the twisted blue and black birthmark that made the skin outline on her face slightly convex and deformed, her facial bones seem to be the same as before. Too much change.

It's just that most people in the world love beautiful women, so the large and dazzling green and black birthmark on her face would really make people look at her preconceptions and subconsciously turn their attention away from her face at the first time.

——When Fan took the first look, he didn’t even want to look at it a second time.

Targan pondered in his heart: From this point of view, could it be that the previous birthmark was actually her disguise?

Is there such an ingenious and lifelike disguise technique in the world?But he was ignorant before.

However, the beauty of Princess Yuwenjia, the most beautiful woman in Arruo Grassland, should indeed be slightly concealed.

Otherwise, given this woman's low level of martial arts and her incompetent martial arts skills, she is afraid that sooner or later she will be abducted by lustful dignitaries or powerful men.

Targan's heart moved slightly when he thought of this, could it be...
The reason why the Lord left behind this daring female thief who came to their Yuwen Department to defraud was because he was also deceived by her stunning appearance?
He frowned.

Should not be ah.

Although the lord has many wives and concubines, he always treats women like clothing, and his eyes are particularly unscrupulous.

A woman with unknown origins and questionable motives, no matter how beautiful she is, should never be able to sway the lord's heart in martial arts.

Princess Jiuwei, who was born in the Tuoba Imperial Court of Hanyong and has a distinguished status, was also famous in Guangling City for her beauty when she was about to get married. But isn't the Lord also a man with an iron heart and a rock-like heart?

Xie Zhao held the door with his palms, using his strength to support his body with swollen and painful meridians and weak hands and feet.She endured the slight pain caused by the "ox-hair needle" injury on her foot when the sole of her foot fell to the ground, and then looked at the few people outside the door who were stunned and silent, but each of them stared at her with their eyes wide open. A moment.

The next moment, she suddenly smiled, and her smile was as gorgeous as a thousand pear trees blooming.

Smile with a sincere face, innocent and innocent.

If Han Changsheng were here at this time, he would definitely sigh: What a cunning, cunning, clever, and extremely deceptive liar.

"Yo!"

God!

This broken gong sounded like the opening of her voice, which surprised Xie Zhao herself. Why was her voice so hoarse?
She hurriedly cleared her throat to cover up her embarrassment, and suppressed the bloody smell that would rise up in her throat from time to time. Fortunately, when she spoke again, her voice was not too unpleasant:
"Everyone, what's going on? Don't argue."

Targan's face didn't look good.

What's the matter with her?

When he saw the confused expressions of the sword slaves around him again, and when he spoke again with his brows furrowed so much that he could almost pinch a firefly to death, his tone was naturally not too kind.

He first glanced coldly at the sword slaves present. They were so shocked that they woke up, and they all hung their heads in panic and did not dare to look at the woman in front of them any more.

Then, he turned to look at Xie Zhao and said coldly:

"Who gave you permission to come out? Close the door and go back."

He is just a lowly person who uses his words and tricks to do evil, and is begging for his life at the hands of his lord.

If it hadn't been for the Lord's mercy, she would have been wrapped in a straw mat and thrown to a mass grave to feed the dogs.

She doesn't know where to stand and keeps her own rules, yet she actually dares to go out in such a grand and self-assertive manner and stand out in front of others. Who gave her the courage?
Xie Zhao held the door with one hand and put one hand on his heart.

She coughed pretendingly, her face full of compliance and honesty.

Of course. These two words cannot go together with her.

Xie Zhao looked apologetic, "Brother Guard, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, but it seems that the prince has finished all the tea in the room. I'm really thirsty."

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on her dry and chapped pale lips. What should be said or not, the credibility of this statement is extremely high.

Targan frowned again.

As the deputy leader of the sword slaves around Yu Wenxin, he naturally knew that this woman had been tortured in the dungeon in the outer courtyard before, and it was normal for her to feel thirsty after losing blood.

So he turned his head and told one of the sword slaves in a concise and concise manner:
"Go get her a pot of tea."

Misa finally came to his senses at this time.

She stared at Xie Zhao with her eyes wide open, and for a long time she suddenly burst out from between her teeth:
"You charming girl, you have so much courage! What a despicable thing you are, but you actually dare to disobey the rules, be arrogant, and wear navy blue clothes! Do you deserve it?
——Let’s see if I don’t peel off your ‘fox skin’! "