"Qi'er, don't worry, grandma will definitely make them pay for those who hurt you and your mother back then. Grandma will definitely help you get back the status and identity that belongs to you."
"Yes." Dao nodded with red eyes, held Mrs. Xiahou's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandma, don't worry, I will avenge my mother."
Seeing that Mrs. Xiahou was feeling sad again, Yun Jingchu hurriedly said: "Brother Xuanyuan, please take off the disguise on your face quickly and let the old lady take a look."
"Okay, grandma, wait a moment." Dao nodded, stood up, reached behind his ear, and gently tore off a human skin mask.
Under the mask, a sharp-edged, cold and domineering face emerged.
Smooth but cold-like brows, a long scar running across his harsh face from left to right, a cold nose like a mountain peak split by a knife, thin lips pursed coldly...
The people of the Xiahou family looked at such a face and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time... This face looked like it had been rolling among the dead for a long time, vicissitudes of life, coldness... and that scar...
Others were fine, but the old man and the old lady were so distressed that they were speechless.
What did the Xiahou family think? Yun Jingchu smiled slightly and said: "Old Master, Old Madam, this is not Brother Xuanyuan's true face. There is still a disguise that has not been removed..."
The old man Xiahou, the old lady, Xiahou Jing and Xiahou An all looked at Yun Jingchu in surprise. Only Xiahouhong looked at Yun Jingchu with a look that said "Sure enough".
"Yes, it will take a while." Dao nodded to everyone and agreed with Yun Jingchu.
Then, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured all the liquid inside into a white silk handkerchief, soaked it all, sat back in the chair, raised his face and applied the handkerchief to his face...
"I have been wearing this disguise for many years. I need to wait for a cup of tea. Please be patient..." Yun Jingchu explained.
"Okay, okay..." After hearing Yun Jingchu's voice, Mr. Xiahou and his wife put away their eager eyes, withdrew their eyes from the knife and looked at Yun Jingchu.
The old man and the old lady were chatting with Yun Jingchu, Baili Wushang, and Wu Jiu, while waiting for the knife to remove the disguise. Of course, their chats were all about the knife.
Time passes slowly with a cup of tea...
He took off the silk handkerchief on his face with a knife, then reached behind his ears and gently pulled it again. This time, he pulled off a mask as thin as silkworm wings...
Everyone in the room looked at him in unison, and then their eyes lit up...
Even Yun Jingchu, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but be stunned.
After removing the disguise, I saw that Dao's face was like jade, his eyes were like an ancient well, his nose was like a sharp knife, and his face was sharp and angular. He was a handsome man. Although the outline was very similar to the appearance just now, it was more beautiful than the appearance just now.
There is less vicissitudes and more nobility and elegance, but the cold temperament remains...
Mr. Xiahou and Mrs. Xiahou looked at the knife with tears in their eyes and couldn't help but nod...
"Father, mother, son, I think Qi'er's appearance combines all the advantages of the emperor and Lan'er. He is very handsome." Xia Houhong had a happy smile on his face.
"Yes, Qi'er's appearance is 70-80% like that of Ao Xingdi, and only two points between the eyebrows resemble Lan'er." Xia Houjing also had an excited look on his face and commented objectively.