Chapter 9
"Qingyuan, apologize to this girl." An Muli said coldly again.

Qingyuan bit her lower lip: "Yes, my lord."

She will obey the Lord's words.

But let this woman treat the Lord like that just now...

Qingyuan took a few steps forward, hesitated for a moment, and said loudly and authentically: "Sorry, girl, I shouldn't be impulsive."

Qingyuan's apology may not necessarily mean that she really knew she was wrong, but her voice was indeed loud enough.

Hua Mian smiled, "I can understand Miss Qingyuan's feelings."

understand……

Of course I don't understand.

She and Qingyuan were strangers, but Qingyuan seemed to have a lot of hostility towards her.

And judging from the attitudes of Qingyuan and An Muli, it was obvious that they didn't seem to know her before.

But she is a weak chicken now, and it is better for the weak chicken not to speak.

"Miss, would you like to stay at the Demon Gate for a few days?" An Muli spoke only after Qing Yuan apologized.

Hua Mian: "...???"

There was a little begging in the woman's beautiful eyes.

strangeness.

Hua Mian leaned against the stone lion, a little dazed.

When Qingyuan stabbed her with the sword just now, she had no choice but to use her strength.

She really didn't look like she was in trouble, but her head was really dizzy.

If it wasn't for the effect of shielding pain, Hua Mian would definitely be in pain all over by now.

In any case - she is a "poor little" who has not recovered from a serious injury.

Hua Mian didn't respond for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

The discussion of the crowd rang out again.

"This... this... isn't it? Why do I hear a hint of pleading from this person's tone?"

"God, oh my god, it's impossible for this little girl to have no cultivation, right? It's so bizarre that someone can make this girl lower her profile!"

"What little girl! I guess the boss must have used Zhuyan Pill!"

"I bet the boss will be a thousand years old this year!"

"..."

The crowd chattered non-stop, and Hua Mian was so noisy that one head became two big.

She glanced at the dumpling from the corner of her eye, and suddenly realized that the dumpling was crawling on her shoulder and fell asleep.

very quiet.

He just quietly crawled on her shoulder, claws grabbing the piece of clothing on her shoulder.

Hua Mian sighed leisurely.

"Of course I don't mind." Hua Mian raised her eyelids and looked at An Muli.

An Muli smiled softly.

Hua Mian lowered her head, her eyes darkened severely.

……

On the bumpy carriage, Hua Mian closed her eyes and took a rest.

Although she didn't know what An Muli was going to do, she could be sure that this man would not kill her.

It is not difficult to see that An Muli directly used a silver needle to kill the aunt just now—

An Muli is not a slow-witted person.

If it was her life, An Muli should have done it directly just now.

"I have an unkind request."

A woman's soft voice suddenly sounded in the small space, Hua Mian opened her eyelids, and An Muli's beautiful eyes were slightly raised.

It should be a smile.

How polite.

Hua Mian sighed, waiting for An Muli's next words.

When An Muli saw her eyes open, the stone in her heart fell to the ground: "I want to ask you to treat me."

The girl's black eyes stared at her without blinking, and her slender hands stroked the hair hanging on her chest one after another.

Look faint.

An Muli couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while.

"Okay." Hua Mian nodded slightly.

The word "you" in An Muli's mouth is the key point.

The word "cure" is also the key point.

It was obvious that An Muli was asking her.

Is it the wrong person?

Hua Mian pondered for a moment, then said again: "Can I feel the pulse?"

Coincidentally, she also had some doubts and asked for clarification.

An Muli's request is really...

In time.

(End of this chapter)

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