"There's something on your face." Mo looked at Cen Mohan's face softly, thoughtful.

After saying this, Cen Mohan's face changed slightly, Mo Qingrou was waiting for her reaction, seeing her like this at this time, she was basically inseparable.

"After being caught by you for so long, how can your face be clean, if you still have a conscience, let me go."

Cen Mo smiled coldly.

Before she could say that, Mo's gentle hand had already touched the skin on her face.

Cen Mohan wanted to struggle, but there were so many ropes on his body, he couldn't move anything, and he could only watch Mo Qing's soft hand move around on the face of the word.

An Shuangchi followed Mo Qingrou's side closely, for fear that something would happen to her.

Cen Mohan pretended to be calm and looked at Mo Qingrou, but unfortunately, she met Mo Qingrou, a makeup artist, and what she originally thought was not flawed instantly saw in her eyes that something was wrong.

"There's something wrong in your ears." Mo said softly, his fingers touched it, there was no bulge, but the skin was indeed wrong.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo turned around softly and took out the makeup remover that he always carried with him from his homemade bag.

This is her own deployment, although the role is not as good as modern ones, but in the face of these things here, she can still deal with it.

"What are you going to do?" Cen Mohan was obviously panicked, his eyes staring at what she was holding in his hand.

"It's a make-up remover I made myself, and I'm not sure what's on your face, so feel free to try it." Mo said softly, deliberately shaking the contents of the small jar in front of her.

Cen Mohan's face turned white, but she was motionless now, even if she wanted to struggle, she didn't have any strength.

"Don't mess around." By now, Cen Mohan couldn't pretend to be able to do so, he wanted to struggle, but the effect of the medicine had not passed, and he was weak and weak, but as long as he could move, he would not be suppressed by such a powerless woman.

"Be honest." An Shuangchi seemed to be very dissatisfied with her current actions, and she didn't know where to point on Cen Mohan's body, Cen Mohan opened his mouth and found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

This is probably called lifting a stone and hitting her own feet, this time she underestimated the enemy, she admitted it, she didn't expect these two people to be so powerful, thinking of this, Cen Mohan felt a little more hatred in his heart.

If it weren't for that wrong information, I wouldn't have come here so rashly, it seems that someone is really making trouble behind her, and the purpose is to send her to such a desperate situation.

Cen Mohan wanted to use this as his last hole card, but he didn't make a sound when he opened his mouth before he remembered that he had already been ordered by An Shuangchi, and he couldn't make a sound.

I found a cotton cloth, dipped it in some makeup remover and gently wiped it on Cen Mohan's face.

She guessed correctly, there was indeed something on Cen Mohan's face, but even if she used makeup remover, it was only a small area that was wiped off.

The scratched skin was clearly visible as a burn mark.

An Shuangchi frowned, glanced at it, and then reached out to wipe it on her face, and after a while, a mask as thin as a cicada's wings appeared on his hand.

The moment the mask on his face was torn off, Cen Mohan opened his mouth wide, looking like he wanted to scream, but because he was delayed by An Shuang's acupuncture points, he didn't make a sound at all.

After a while, his neck was crooked and he fainted.

Cuicui's screams came from behind him, and Mo Qingrou was also startled, and subconsciously got into An Shuangchi's arms.

Just now, all her eyes were attracted by the mask in An Shuangchi's hand, and she didn't see Cen Mohan's true face, and now she was pulled back by Cuicui's screams before she shifted her gaze.

Even after seeing the burned skin, she could already guess what her real appearance was like, but the scene still deeply shocked her lack of language system.

There was not a word that could describe how she felt when she saw Cen Mohan's face, it was not a burned face, but a face corroded by chemicals.

I don't know what happened to her, except for the facial features, there is no intact skin on her face, and even some places have suppurated, and a not very good smell suddenly hit Mo Qing's nose.

"What's going on?" The dark night rushed over, and he was shocked when he glanced at Cen Mohan's face.

"Master." Dark Night walked to An Shuangchi's side, his face solemn.

"Dark three, you take Cuicui out first, don't be frightened." Seeing that Dark Night hesitated, Mo said softly to Dark Three.

Dark three comprehended, and half-hugged and half-hugged Cui Niang, who was frightened when she saw this scene, out.

"Master, I'm afraid this is a traitor to Meixiang Pavilion." Dark Night looked forward and looked carefully at the marks on her face, and her face was solemn.

"Mei Xiang Pavilion?" Mo asked softly and curiously, as if she had never heard of this name.

An Shuangchi nodded, without explaining too much, but his expression became serious.

It seems that it should be a difficult character to deal with, Mo Qingrou has never seen Shuang Chi so serious, he should be thinking about countermeasures.

If there is still a force behind them that is against them, it is really a bit embattled, there is the emperor's pursuit in front, and there is this Meixiang Pavilion in the back.

Mo gently glanced at Cen Mohan's face, even though she had already seen it a few times just now and had a little psychological foreshadowing, this scene still had a bit of an impact on her.

She has only seen this kind of face in horror movies, and most of it is special effects makeup, and now she really sees this kind of face appearing next to her, Mo Qingrou is a little incompetent.

"Strengthen vigilance, I'm afraid, it's going to attack us. An Shuangchi turned his head and glanced at Cen Mohan, "Take her back to the Dark Pavilion, take care of her, cancel the original plan, and trap her firmly." ”

"If anyone neglects their duty to let her out, don't come to me alive." An Shuangchi said coldly.

No wonder he could see those things in her clothes, if it was Mei Xiangge, then it would be able to explain it.

Seeing that Dark Four and Dark Night had walked out, and only the two of them were left in the empty room, Mo gently pulled An Shuangchi's sleeve with some fear.

Tonight's events frightened her, and they all said that the palace was a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, even if she had been in the palace for so long, she had never seen such a thing.

"Are you afraid?" An Shuangchi leaned her head on Mo Qingrou's shoulder, distracted, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I'm not afraid, I have you by my side, what am I afraid of, what I'm afraid of is that you are not by my side." Mo said softly, holding An Shuangchi's lean waist with his hands, and tightened it.

As if pleased by her words, An Shuang smiled, stretched out a finger, and tapped her forehead.

"What is the origin of this Meixiang Pavilion, why are your expressions so serious, is it very powerful?" There seemed to be a smell of rot in the whole room.

Originally, Mo Qingrou wanted to take Cen Mohan's mask and study it carefully, but as long as he thought that the mask was torn off from Nanyang's face, he had some psychological obstacles.

"It's not awesome, it's just a little difficult." An Shuangchi glanced at the mask still hanging on his hand and smiled a little.

It's no wonder that when he disguised himself as Lan Yuan, he couldn't see any flaws at all, if it was someone from Mei Xiang Pavilion, then it would be able to explain it.

"What kind of place is Mei Xiang Pavilion?" Mo's gentle fingers wrapped around An Shuangchi's black hair, slipping from one finger to the other, playing happily.

An Shuangchi doesn't like anyone to touch him on weekdays, not to mention his body, not even his own hair, but only when it comes to gentleness, this sentence has become a complete decoration.

On weekdays, she is how happy she comes, and occasionally on a whim, she will take out her makeup case and apply it to his face.

This way of smearing is different from their usual disguise, but on the basis of his original appearance, he is more plump and handsome, which is the original words of the soft.

These innocuous things, An Shuangchi also let her go.

At this time, seeing Mo gently playing with his hair, An Shuangchi's mouth even had a somewhat doting smile.

Seeing that An Shuang didn't speak for a long time, Mo raised his head gently, and unexpectedly crashed directly into the eyes that he was looking at him, and Mo Qing's old face turned red.

The two of them have been together for so long, and it stands to reason that some things should be used to, but sometimes at such a time, they still can't help but blush.

After struggling with Mo for a while, An Shuang spoke lightly.

"Meixiang Pavilion is full of women, to be exact, all single women, only single women will be allowed to join, especially the kind of women who have experienced ups and downs are more popular."

After a pause, An Shuangchi continued, "Just like Cuicui, if she wants, she can enter Meixiang Pavilion." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Qingrou realized that there were basically some women who had experienced ups and downs in this Meixiang Pavilion, and these women may be abandoned or scolded by others.

In short, there is no happy person, it is conceivable that Mei Xiangge, who has gathered such a group of people and is still a woman, can do any good things, and it will not help them to find employment again.

"So what business do they mainly do?" Mo Qing's eyes widened, and when he found that the mask was still hanging on An Shuangchi's hand, his brows furrowed almost inexplicably.

The mask was very clean, and it didn't get any pus and blood on Cen Mohan's face, but her face was so seriously injured, and she was wearing such an airtight mask, could it heal, Mo thought softly.