Sima Yan undeniably curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes deep and sharp in the flying snow.

Bending down slightly, his slender and clean hand grabbed Mu Jiuge's head and pulled Mu Jiuge's head back, making her face high.

The hideous and terrible wound appeared in his eyes, and in his narrow eyes, a touch of complicated feelings flashed, and his voice was deliberately lowered, as if with a hint of muttering: "Then start by serving the king's subordinates, okay?" ”

Mu Jiuge's body trembled so much that he couldn't speak: "Okay!" As long as I live, it's fine! ”

Sima Yan's good-looking eyebrows furrowed, and with a force in his hand, he pressed Mu Jiuge's face a sharp ice pick, and the ice pick pierced her cheek, causing her face to tear again.

The piercing pain spread, all her hopes turned into the coldest cold snow, and a face was pierced by Sima Yan back and forth on the ice pick, until the flesh and blood were blurred.

The painful struggle did not recall any sympathy from Sima Yan, and he lay on the ground on his laurel, Sima Yan wiped his hands with a handkerchief in disgust, like a devil in the middle of the night, and asked with a light smile: "Are you still willing to live like this?" ”

Mu Jiuge was very angry: "Yes, as long as I don't die, I'm willing to live!" ”

Sima Yan threw the white veil on her face, covering her eyes as black as the night, and her cold and ruthless voice seemed to come from the sky: "A woman who has no status and no appearance, what is the use of this king?" ”

The feather arrow broke through the air, and he saved her from the wolf's mouth, and she thought she had seen the immortal, and her mood was agitated and she saw hope.

She didn't hesitate to be humble, she didn't hesitate to be low, she just wanted to live to take revenge, but the immortal in her eyes was handsome and flawless, and the immortal in her wolf's mouth turned away mercilessly at this time.

A gust of wind blew, blowing away the white handkerchief, Mu Jiu Singer slowly closed it on the ground, her nails were broken, and the pain all over her body made her slowly close her eyes, with endless unwillingness, and fell into fainting.

"Squeak!"

A very sharp voice pierced her ears, Mu Jiuge's eyes suddenly opened, and a startled person sat up, his heart beat like a drum thunder, and the dim room was full of people.

No, it was full of beautiful heads, she pinched herself hard, the pain made her brain clear, she didn't die, she didn't die in a mass grave, did Sima Yan save her?

Suddenly, she saw a familiar face in the beauty's head, and ran down from the bed, she ran to the beautiful face, stretched out her trembling hand, and wanted to touch it, but she couldn't touch it.

"Touch!" Sima Yan's voice came from the shadows, urging with a sneer: "That's your face, don't you recognize it?" ”

Yes, that's her face, it's her face that has grown and you can see that the country is overwhelmed, and her face is being placed on the table, so her face now?

Mu Jiuge stroked her face casually, her heart was horrified, her face was now smooth and smooth, without any scars, she spread her hands out again in disbelief, and her palms were also smooth, without any damage.

She was like a different person, and her original scars could not be found on her current body.

"Who am I?" Mu Jiuge asked at where Sima Yan's voice came from, "Who is she?" ”

Sima Yan walked out of the darkness, as if with the momentum of thousands of troops behind him, sharp and unstoppable: "It's not a good habit to have a bad memory, this king saved you and changed your face, look, are you still satisfied with your current face?" ”

He stretched out his hand and pushed Mu Jiuge to a bronze mirror, Mu Jiuge looked at himself in the bronze mirror, his face turned white, and he grabbed the bronze mirror with both hands.