When Mo Lan woke up again, he found himself lying on a wooden bed covered with white gauze, surrounded by antique furnishings.

She frowned slightly and sat up. She remembered that she had been shot twice, and she must have finished playing, so how could she end up in such a strange place?

"Miss, you're finally awake! I'm scared to death, do you know that you've been lying down all day! A little girl in ancient costume pounced in surprise and greeted her with a shush.

"Uh, who are you?" She touched her aching forehead, but she felt several layers of thick gauze.

With a little frightened expression, the little girl asked worriedly, "Miss, you are fine, right?" Don't you know Zheng'er? ”

"Zheng'er, huh?" Mo Lan rubbed her temples, deciding to figure out what the situation was first. "I have a headache right now, and I forgot something for a while, you tell me what's wrong with me."

After Zheng'er told the ins and outs of the matter, Mo Lan suddenly understood that he was afraid that he would cross over after death, and coincidentally, this girl was also called Mo Lan, Shu Mo Lan. Is this the so-called "borrowing the corpse to return the soul"? I can't help but laugh a little dumbfounded at the thought that a 21st-century agent who has been accompanied by cutting-edge technology all day long would encounter such a bizarre thing.

"Miss, why are you still laughing? You're about to marry Lord Min. Zheng'er looked at her sadly. I thought that the young lady could become a princess and live a good life, but who knew that she was married to a dying prince, why was her young lady so miserable.

Mo Lan smiled indifferently, this little girl is quite heartfelt to protect the master. She was already a person who had died once, and death was nothing to fear for her. The Lieyun Dynasty should be an alternate era, and since there is still such a cruel system as life and martyrdom, it is estimated that it is parallel to the era of a long time ago.

"Zheng'er, haven't you heard a word, there is no endless road, your young lady is not so unlucky." She winked mischievously. God shouldn't be so boring, let her cross over just so that she can die again?

Zheng'er pouted and nodded, then quickly got up and said, "Miss, you must be hungry, I'll go prepare a meal for you." With that, he ran out of the house.

Mo Lan shook her head helplessly and stood up. Looking around, she found a bronze mirror on the table, and she curiously walked over to pick it up and took a look—"Ah! A terrible cry rang out.

Hearing the screams, Zheng'er ran back in a hurry: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" What happened? ”

"Zheng'er." Mo Lan wept and pointed to her face, "How did my face become like this?" ”

Zheng'er blurted out in surprise: "Miss, your face has always been like this." ”

Hit! Mo Lan suddenly remembered that this body was not her own. As an agent with top-notch quality in all aspects, she will never allow the face she is wearing now to be as tragic as the scene of a car accident! After a closer look, I found that the foundation is actually quite good, but it's just a little malnourished and fire.

She slapped the bronze mirror with one palm, and the strong man said in a deep voice: "Zheng'er, you go and prepare something for me!" ”