In the room.

Jiang Jiuxiao stepped to the front of the stage, his subordinates gently slid open the window, and the wind outside surged into the gaps as wide as her fingers, blowing into the tulle on her cuffs, but she didn't realize it.

Moving away, Jiang Jiuxiao slowly pulled his belt open, sparsely.

Finally she took off all her clothes.

The beam of light passed through the papier-mâché, and the light that was just put in by Jiang Jiuxiao.

The fair skin is exposed to the winter air, glowing with bright colors, like a layer of white fairy mist.

She untied the red silk tied behind her head, held the fox face in one hand, and removed it and placed it on the low table under her side.

The long eyelashes like a fan fluttered, the back under the arch, and the hair hanging down to the waist also moved, and the scene behind him was suddenly unobstructed.

The slender back of the neck, the line of the back is crisp and sharp, and there is nothing superfluous. is bent like this, and there is not a single fold at the waist, outlining the attractive curve.

She picked up a change of clothes and straightened up.

The moment the black hair drooped, and in a trance, almost no part of her back, no, her whole body was intact.

Knife marks on the arm, gunshot wounds on the legs...... If former comrades-in-arms saw it, they would be surprised and shocked.

Moreover, not to mention that Jiang Jiuxiao knows a little about medical skills, or no matter how good it is, where did she ever have the spare time to take care of the scars on her body?

Moreover, she doesn't care about these things in herself at all, which is proof of her existence.

In fact, these are already those serious wounds that cannot be completely erased, and the others are no longer there.

Jiang Jiuxiao dragged the shoulders of his clothes with both hands, comparing them in front of him. After a pause, her body suddenly began to change.

The shoulders widened, the crosses narrowed, and the figure looked from the back, which was the thin figure of a scholar who had escaped from his life, and he did not have the strong physique that a general should have in his impression.

But it is quite strong inside, strong, smooth lines, and there are visible butterfly bones on the back.

Lowering his eyes, I don't know if it's out of my mind or what.

After a long time, she put on the snow-white undershirt.

Methodically, quickly moving, it will be sorted out in a short time.

Not far away, there is a lot of people.

A low-key and luxurious sedan chair slowly drove through the crowd.

"Master, if you want to be silent again, the one who is in a hurry may have to release the baby." The person who spoke was Yezhu.

His voice was neither loud nor small, making passers-by confused, but it clearly fell into the ears of the people in the carriage. It made the man shudder.

Immediately, the man sneered, and said casually, "Hehe, I see that Xiao San'er seems to be a little lonely alone, or- you go to accompany him?" ”

It sounds like a bit of gnashing of teeth, and there is a faint evil aura that makes others involuntarily dodge to the side and widen the road.

"Drive!" On the side, he grabbed the night bamboo hat, and the night cedar with a blue nose and swollen face was preoccupied with driving the horse.

Hearing the sound, he glanced at the stiff and dry laughing person beside him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, but soon returned to his original appearance of facial paralysis.

But in my heart it is—hiss! Got it! After that, if you are serious, you must not show mercy to your subordinates, and your subordinates really need to be accompanied.

Yezhu flattered: "Hey, hey, master~"

"Shut up."

“......”

In the middle of the night, "Hurry." ”

"Yes!"

The man leaned limply and bonelessly on the cushion in the carriage, his head propped up with one hand. The other hand was raised in the air, and for a moment it turned, and the skin on it also moved.

Upon closer inspection, his fingers were piercing a hole, and although it was not clear in the spin, it was indeed a human skin mask.

Man, Mu Qingchen pondered something.

As if he had sensed something, he almost stopped the movement of his hand, lifted the curtain lightly, and glanced at the vermilion pavilion out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't see anyone, and the feeling disappeared.

Strange but helpless, he put down his hand, and didn't think much about it in his heart, just a momentary mistake, and then he left it behind after a while.

“...... Master, when my subordinates arrived, they seemed to see the carriage of the forces. ”

"Oh, do you know where they came from and where they're going?" Mu Qingchen asked slowly, unable to distinguish the meaning.

"Return, Nas is driving from the direction where you just came out. It seemed that the person in the sedan chair was the person, so he didn't follow the junior and came back. You need to be called by your subordinates,"

"Oh, don't follow. If it's that guy, you might not be able to save you. And there will be people who know where they are going, without the need for you. ”

“...... Be. ”

- Are they too stupid, or are they too scary? They all know this word, how can they make up a sentence and then come out of the master's mouth, and they won't understand it?

- Who knows?

- The person who was arranged by the master?

- Could it be that the master has practiced divine skills and has the power of foreknowledge? How can anyone know?

Finally passing through the crowd, Yeshan flicked the reins a few times, "Ride." "Let the horses run fast.