"Alright." When Nighthawk finally stood up to pack her tools, she let out a soft sigh of relief. In the blink of an eye, he had turned around and handed over a small bronze mirror. She took it and looked at herself, and couldn't help but open her lips slightly in amazement.

What a beautiful little crown, right in the center of the eyebrows. A small crown resembling three small petals, which looks like a plum blossom from a distance, and a small crown up close.

Oh God, isn't this a sign that the concubine's wish will come true one day? Su Meier was excited. She didn't really want to be an empress, but if being an empress could make her people no longer rank as ninth-class pigs, she would hope for her success no matter what.

Nighthawk cleaned up and sat down beside her, staring at her with burning eyes. In his heart, he couldn't help but admire his masterpiece. It's like a stroke of God, a masterpiece that can't be copied.

He stared at her deeply and infatuatedly, his eagle eyes as deep as an ancient well locking her stunning color. His heart was pounding. Su Meier, who is already as beautiful as a fairy and has a lot of charm, looks even more charming because of this small crown in the center of her eyebrows. If you have a slight eye on the contacts, you can hook a man's heart.

She put down the small bronze mirror and smiled: "It's so beautiful, you tattoo so well!" ”

"Well, it's beautiful......" he murmured as she coarse, his voice slightly hoarse, and the things they admired were distinctly different.

"Why the Little Crown? And not something else? Su Meier asked in confusion.

"It just so happens that the shape of your wound is best treated like this!" Nighthawk was pleased with his brilliant brushwork, and stared straight at her, not for a moment.

Su Mei'er's cheeks were a little hot because of the burning light in his eyes, so she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at him directly.

"The master of this village has flipped through your booklet on the cultivation of soul dementorship, and it was not until the last page that I finally realized something that you may not have noticed. I know you've been practicing this evil art diligently......"

"It's not some sorcery?" Su Mei'er couldn't help but refute this skill that only the Beiyi royal family could have.

"Okay, that's not the point." Nighthawk didn't seem to have the patience to argue with her, "The point is that you've been cultivating hard, why is your progress slow?" You must know that a martial art has its most subtle and unparalleled place, have you found the essence of soul dementorship? ”

Su Mei'er was stunned: "The essence of soul dementorship ......"

She lowered her eyes, thought about it for a while, and finally had a flash of inspiration: "Ah, I remembered, it's ......"

She was suddenly silenced, glared at him very vigilantly, and muttered: "Martial arts mastery, how can you tell people easily?" Why should I tell you? ”

Nighthawk looked arrogant and untamed, despised her, and said, "Do you still need to tell me?" The owner of this village took a look at it. Isn't it 'telekinesis'? The more concentrated the mind, the more confusing people can bewitch and make rapid progress. You know that. But what you don't know is why it's so hard for you to get to the sixth level, and every time you have to go up to the next level, right? ”

"You know that?" Her eyes were full of questions.

She didn't believe that she had practiced for so long and could easily find the cultivation trick and ascend to the sky in one step just by being read by him!

Nighthawk raised his arrogant and resolute chin, and his lowered eyes swept an elite cold light, and said, "This is nature! ”