The mountain flowers were blooming, and the green mountains were far away. The setting sun had already set, dyeing half of the clouds. Under the red sky, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated Murong Feixue's soft outline. When she turned around, her face seemed to have a halo. The fragrance was fragrant.
Her cheeks are pink, she smiles brightly and shakes her head.
"I'm trying to kill the donkey! Hahaha..." After saying this, she laughed loudly.
Comparing Prince Long Ming to a donkey? She, Murong Feixue, is considered a master of arts and bold! The first in history...
Before Long Ming could catch her, he nimbly dodged. After turning around, he raised his breath and stood up gracefully. In the blink of an eye, he jumped ten meters away, as if he was startled. Only Long Ming was left with a clever smile.
The beautiful image of beauty hovers in my mind, like a lingering fragrance, fresh and pleasant...
Lei Lizhong and the people from the mercenary group also stared blankly for a long time. They were both men, but they felt that Master Jiu Mao was more intriguing. His movements and smiles were not only impressive but also revealing.
A charming but not charming, gorgeous but not vulgar temperament. It is really puzzling...
"Your Highness, who is this Lord Nine Cats..."
Lei Lizhong opened his mouth to ask Long Ming, but when he turned around, he found that Prince Long had disappeared without knowing it. He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, which was shocking. He sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly. I just hope that he can still be there in the future.
We are destined to see His Highness the Dragon Prince and Master Jiu Mao again...
This place was not far from Murong's mansion. Murong Feixue returned to his mansion in just a moment. When he was still at the door, he saw Murong Qiuqing's maid Luzhu, who was about to go out to meet Murong Qiuqing's wife.
Look.
When she saw Murong Feixue's masculine attire, Lu Zhu didn't recognize it yet. She frowned and scolded: "Where did you come from, a wild boy! You dare to break into Murong's mansion at will?"
When Murong Feixue heard this, she immediately furrowed her eyebrows as graceful as a crescent moon and said in a voice like an oriole emerging from the valley: "You don't even recognize the fourth young lady?"
"Ah? Ah! What a ghost..." Luzhu was shocked when he heard the words. Thinking of the haunting incident last night, he immediately screamed and ran back to the house...
"Humph, they are all a bunch of courageless bandits..." Murong Feixue snorted coldly and entered the mansion with light steps.
Along the way, the maids, house slaves, nannies, and guards who all thought the Fourth Miss was dead screamed and ran away. Butler Liu was so frightened that he peed his pants, shaking his hands and holding his head.
Murong Feixue stood in front of a bunch of servants whose legs were weak and paralyzed on the ground. She bowed slightly and asked, "Have the master and the second mother returned from visiting the grave?"
Butler Liu tremblingly replied: "Go back, go back, go back to Fourth Miss! The master and the Second Madam won't be back until tomorrow. Please, please, please, please, please, Fourth Miss, raise your hands and let go of all the young and old in Murong Mansion!"
"Tsk..." Murong Feixue curled her lips and sneered, then moved away disdainfully.
The remaining Luzhu kept tugging at Butler Liu's sleeves, and reminded him in a low voice: "Butler Liu, look, look, the fourth lady has a shadow! She is not a ghost, not a ghost!"
"Wha, what? She's not dead yet?" Butler Liu was suddenly shocked, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and saw the real shadow of Murong Feixue.
"Damn it, the killers in the Dark Soul Pavilion are all vegetarians! It doesn't matter if they didn't kill anyone, but they didn't even come to report the news. The young lady and I were almost scared to death by this Murong Feixue!" Butler Liu
Gritting his teeth and speaking viciously.
And Murong Qiuqing, who he said was scared to death, was still wandering in the forest with her third sister in a miserable state. Those dandies had already dispersed.
