Mo Han smiled slightly, if he dared to quarrel with him, he could rest assured that she would go back, and with a wave of his hand, as when he first met, Yu Nier's figure disappeared and appeared at the gate of Wushuang City, and Mo Han also disappeared in place.

Younier was holding the box, wearing a red coat with a pure white cloak on the outside, and the whole person shrunk in the clothes slightly, looking at it like this, it seemed that I felt pity.

The snowflakes were still drifting, and she walked unhurriedly on the not lively street with her head down, limping and having no sense of beauty, but the clothes on her body looked very precious, attracting many people to stop and watch.

"I don't know which lady this is, it seems that there are some noble postures in the imperial city, but it's a pity that that foot, I don't know if it's because of an injury, or it's really lame." Someone sighed.

"If it's really a nobleman, how can he go out if he has an injury on his foot, it's good to use the best elixir for healing injuries, look at this situation, it's just a lame person, what's the pity." There are also people who ridicule it.

You Nier has not entered the ears, this shirt, given to her by the master, gave her enough face, but also made her feel stable, although she has never treated her face and feet, but the master does it no matter what, he has his own reason.

In the sound of discussion along the way, Younier arrived at the mansion of Youchen's family.

The façade of the mansion has more than doubled, and it has been renovated to make it even more magnificent, and people standing in front of the gate of the mansion have a feeling of insignificance, which seems to be much worse than that of the imperial city.

Younier stood at the door, and the guard guarding the door looked at the little woman condescendingly, seeing that it was not a threat, so she didn't bother to pay attention, anyway, there are too many people who admire this place every day, and it is normal for someone to stop and watch.

But then, Yunier lowered her head and wanted to break in, but the guards were not very happy, and the two spears instantly blocked Younier's whereabouts.

"What's the matter, the Youchen family is really so favored now, do you even dare to block the path of the saint?" Yunier didn't look up, but her deep and hoarse voice revealed solemnity.

"Holy Maiden? Hahaha, joke, what kind of saint are you? When the guard heard this, he felt unusually sarcastic and laughed.

Yuniel took out the unused Saintess token and held it above her head to show it to the two condescending guards.

"Just take a random sign, you want to fool us, little girl, persuade you to leave quickly, we have never heard of the holy woman." The other guard glanced at the token and felt a little familiar, but Nanzhao had long forbidden to mention the matter of the Holy Maiden, so he could only pretend not to know.

There was a smile on her lips, matched with the terrifying half of her face, slightly weird, she raised her head suddenly, and one of her scarlet eyes seemed to have a little bloodthirsty brilliance, which made the guards subconsciously take a step back.

"You go and ask the head of the Youchen family, have you forgotten the holy daughter of the king?" Younier's hoarse voice seemed to be a demon returning from hell, and her body suddenly released a powerful coercion, her clothes rose without wind, and the snowflakes that lingered around her suddenly became raging.

Seeing this, the other guards who were a little far away stumbled in to ventilate the news, and the two guards who blocked Younier's way only felt as if their throats were clenched by an invisible hand, struggling to breathe, as if they were about to die.

In the distant sky, there seemed to be a soft voice hitting Younier's spiritual platform: "Karma, less killing." Yuniel suddenly became clear, her scarlet eyes swept away her killing intent and regained her softness.