It just so happened that the people were also changed. Bing seemed to understand what Yun Luoxue was thinking, and shot cold eyes at the fake Yun Luoxue, and said without politeness: "You can tear off the disguise and go back to hiding immediately.
It’s a stranger’s palace.”
The fake Yun Luoxue shook her head, opened her eyes wide, looked at Bing reluctantly, and then looked at Yun Luoxue beggingly: "I don't want it, I don't want to go back, I want to stay here, I want to be with Qingcheng
Together, I don’t want to go back to that cold palace, I don’t want to be a killer anymore, I like the life here, I don’t want to go back..."
As he spoke, tears rushed out of his eyes and poured out crazily.
For ten days, she pretended to be Yun Luoxue. She was used to the life here, and she liked it very much, especially the time she spent with Qianmo Qingcheng for less than one day. Although it was only one day, she treated her with genuine kindness.
I fell in love with Qian Mo Qing Cheng.
To her, the charm of the city is irresistible to any woman in the world.
Even if she is a substitute, as long as she can stay by Qianmo Qingcheng's side, she is willing to be a substitute.
Even she didn't know that in this disguise, she would actually fall in love with her master, the cruel and ruthless Lord of Yinmo Palace.
Shen Yu walked out of the inner room gracefully and stood in front of the door. He sneered: "You won't fall in love with that guy from Qianmo Qingcheng, will you?"
The fake Yun Luoxue lowered her head slightly, looking as if she was shy even if she wanted to speak, and she looked as if she blushed when the person she loved was mentioned.
Yun Luoxue kept watching without saying a word. There was a faint smile on her face, as warm as letting people bathe in the spring breeze.
Bing immediately scolded: "Shui Yan, don't forget your identity and your mission. You are just an impostor. You have no right to say that you will stay with the Holy Lord. Do you understand?"
The real name of this girl pretending to be Yun Luoxue is Shui Yan, and she was trained by Yinmo Gong Bing.
Shui Yan bit her lower lip, shook her head desperately, and said extremely: "No, I am not Shui Yan, I am Yun Luoxue, the third young lady of the Yun family, the quasi-princess of Qianmo Prince's Palace, whom Qingcheng loves in the palm of her hand.
Baby, I am not Shuiyan from Yinmo Palace, I am not..."
With a smile on her lips, Yun Luoxue turned around and entered the house. Bing frowned and shouted, "You don't know how to live or die, Holy Lord, you can't even think about it."
He tightened his grip on the long sword at his waist, and there was murderous intent in Bing's eyes.
Shuiyan stumbled back step by step, holding her head, as if she didn't want to admit the truth: "The Holy Lord likes me, he likes me, he was very gentle to me just now, he said he was jealous, then
It proves that he likes me——"
Bing shook his head helplessly and sighed. He made one wrong move and every wrong move. He really convinced his master. Why is he so evil?
Fortunately, the real little princess is back. If there is a war between the two countries in the future, Shuiyan will be involved.
He walked towards Shuiyan slowly, holding the sword tightly in his hand, as if he was going to kill someone.
Shuiyan's eyes widened instantly, and she saw Bing approaching her like a devil. She felt scared because she didn't want to leave Qianmo Qingcheng, "You can't kill me, Qingcheng won't let you go if you kill me," he said
You will protect me later..."
Bing pursed her lips tightly, and her deep eyes were very unhappy: "I don't know whether to live or die."
Shui Yan staggered and fell to the ground, looking at Bing with fear, her mouth wide open, she only shouted out the word "Qing——" before she was knocked unconscious by Bing's chopping hand.
Shen Yu shook his head as if nothing had happened and looked at Shui Yan who was lying unconscious on the ground with regret. Who said that beauty is the only thing that harms water?
Blue color can also bring disaster!
Yun Luoxue came out of the room and had already changed into clothes. She was dressed as white as snow and wrapped in plain clothes. She had taken off her bloody clothes. Now Luo Xue looked like a white lotus blooming in the water, holy and noble, but full of aura.