Soon, Han Feng followed the maid to a small courtyard of puppets, which was very exquisitely built, extremely gorgeous and exquisitely decorated, and was brightly lit everywhere.

The small courtyard is full of smoke, people come and go, bustling, the maids are young and beautiful, although it is already night, under the dim light, this busy scene, with the surrounding environment, has a unique flavor.

Han Feng thought in his heart, this should be the place where the maids of the Fenglei family live, and everyone can have such a luxurious room, it is conceivable that this Fenglei family is indeed much more beautiful than my Han family.

Han Feng carefully explored this small courtyard and found that there were no other guards in this small courtyard except for the maids.

Han Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed, and once again performed his ethereal footwork, like a wisp of green smoke, relying on the lush willow trees in the small courtyard as a cover, and quickly rushed towards the courtyard from the gate of the small courtyard.

The maids in this small courtyard were all ordinary women with weak bodies, and they couldn't find Han Feng with a ghost-like body at all.

After Han Feng entered the small courtyard, the road was unimpeded, and the maids could be heard everywhere whispering about Feng Leihua's death.

There are even a few senior maids talking about the secret history of Mrs. XX in the Hundred Flowers Palace, which are all trivial things after tea and dinner, and they have no value at all.

Han Feng didn't stay too long, and hurried to catch up again in the direction where the maid named Xiaomei was walking.

After a while, Han Feng followed the maid to the front of a relatively remote and dark room in the small courtyard, and saw that the maid walked into the room Soon after, the lights in the room were lit, and then Han Feng walked lightly to a small papier-mâché window in the room, and observed the situation in the room through the dim and flickering lights in the room.

The room was furnished in a very simple way, with nothing but a wooden bed, a square tea table, a large wooden wardrobe and a large dressing table.

However, the room is extremely clean and clean.

And since the maid entered the room, she had been sitting in front of the big dressing table, looking at the yellow bronze mirror placed in front of the dressing table with an expressionless face, motionless, muttering to herself, because the distance was too far, Han Feng could not know what the maid was talking about.

After a while, the maid slowly stood up, slightly tired, sighed lightly, under Han Feng's gaze, the white plain skirt on her body began to slowly fall off on the smooth shoulders, and the smooth and flawless beautiful back was slowly revealed, and the skin was as white as snow, looking smooth as clotted fat, and it could be broken by blowing.

Just when Han Feng felt a little dry mouth, his heart was ape, and his heartbeat was also a little accelerated, the maid suddenly turned around unintentionally, and under the pair of proudly towering twin peaks, several points into the flesh, but the scars with the thickness of his fingers were shocking.

Han Feng looked at this scene dumbfounded, his heart was shocked, and the charming thought suddenly faded in an instant.

"Wind Thunder Birch, you brute, you died well!"

The maid gently stroked the scars on her body, showed hatred, gritted her teeth and whispered.

"Alas......!"

Han Feng, who was standing outside the window, heard the maid's words, and involuntarily let out a light sigh in his mouth, it was the sin of the wind and thunder.

"Who are you, why did you break into the Hundred Flowers Hall at night!"

The maid heard Han Feng sighing softly outside the window, and hurriedly put the plain skirt off on her body and shouted out of the window.

Han Feng knew that his body had been exposed, and he couldn't help but feel very annoyed by his carelessness and completely relaxed his vigilance, fortunately there were no guards in this small courtyard, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Han Feng was afraid that things would change at this time, so he hurriedly took out the Wind Thunder Sword from his waist, and quickly rushed into the room like a ghost.

And when the maid saw Han Feng rushing in, her face turned pale, her eyes revealed a frightened look, and she lost her voice and said, "Who are you!"

Han Feng saw the panicked and terrified maid. His heart couldn't help but soften, and he received the Wind Thunder Sword in his hand into the Qiankun bag on his waist.

"Don't be afraid, girl, don't alarm the others, I won't hurt you!" Han Feng didn't report his name, just said lightly, and then took out two muscle-growing pills from his waist and handed them to the maid.

"Girl, if you take these two pills, the scars on your body will heal!"

The maid looked at the two pills in Han Feng's hand, revealing a trace of astonishment, her face was dull, and she didn't seem to be able to react for a while, but the fear on her face had receded.

"Could it be that you are the assassin who killed Wind Thunder Hua!" the maid asked hesitantly after taking the elixir in Han Feng's hand.

"Girl, shouldn't he be killed?" Han Feng smiled slightly, and did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Kill! On the body of this little beast, I don't know how much blood debt he has carried, and I don't know how many children of good families have been killed by him and beaten to death, so it is really cheap for him to die!" The maid's moving eyes were filled with clear tears, she looked at Han Feng, her clear voice was exhausted, and she shouted extremely angrily, venting the unhappiness in her heart.

Perhaps it was Han Feng's question that touched a long-suppressed heartstring in the maid's heart, and the maid hurriedly ran to the dressing table after shouting, whimpering and crying.

After a while, the maid slowly stood up, turned around and bowed deeply towards Han Feng, two tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, giving people a feeling of pity. The voice whimpered and said: "Xiaomei says thank you to the son for the innocent girls who were mutilated by the wind and thunder birch!"

"Fenglei's family is heavily guarded, if the son needs Xiaomei's help, please command! Even if Xiaomei is compensated for this cheap life, Xiaomei is willing. The maid said generously and softly.

"Miss Xiaomei, you are serious! I followed you everywhere just to ask the girl for a small favor. Han Feng met the gaze of the maid Xiaomei, smiled slightly, and said lightly.

"Wait a minute, please help Xiaomei prepare two cups of hot tea and a set of clothes for me, and then you can rest well in the room, and I will help Miss Xiaomei deliver the hot tea." ”

"Childe, can this help you escape from the Wind Thunder Family?" the maid Xiaomei asked with a hesitant face, but she was horrified in her heart, and secretly thought in her heart, this young man is not very old, but he is so bold that he dares to eavesdrop under the nose of the Wind Thunder City Lord.

"Hmm! All it takes is two cups of hot tea. Han Feng replied lightly.

The maid Xiaomei looked at Han Feng's resolute and immature face again, and then said softly: "Okay!

The maid Xiaomei took out a set of pale yellow dresses from the big wardrobe and placed them on the large makeup table, and hurriedly left the room.

After Han Feng saw the maid Xiaomei leave, he immediately put the dress on the dressing table on his body, and the dress happened to completely block the Zhantian Sword that Han Feng was carrying behind his back.

After Han Feng pondered for a moment, he used the Concealment and Disguise Technique, releasing all the aura in the dantian into the skin, flesh, muscles and bones.

The bones and muscles on Han Feng's body suddenly squirmed violently, and after a few breaths, the appearance of the whole person began to gradually change.

After a while, Han Feng's whole person completely turned into a bald version of the maid Xiaomei, Han Feng's breath became exactly the same as the maid Xiaomei, and even the protruding figure of the maid Xiaomei was completely replicated.

Han Feng tried to pinch his bulging chest, it was indeed extremely soft, this was no different from the real one, and sighed secretly, this mimicry is too rebellious!

Han Feng looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table at this time, and when he saw the person in the mirror, Han Feng was completely stunned, his expression was extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, touching the back of his head, crying and laughing.