Adore Trick of Beauty

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The rain was still falling, Nie Wushuang stared closely at the door of the inn, his body was already hot, scorching hot, but his mind was very clear.

The heavens are so pitiful that she actually met that man. It seems that she deserves to die!

Nie Wushuang wiped her face numbly under the rain. The rain washed away the dirt on her face, revealing her white and greasy skin. A face that is all over the country and the city is gradually revealed.

She is waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

After half an hour, the door of the inn suddenly opened, and a group of people came out. A large tarpaulin umbrella covered the man tightly, preventing any water from entering.

The man got into the carriage, and several pure black horses snorted and ran forward with iron hoofs under the whip of the coachman.

This is the opportunity! Nie Wushuang rushed to the carriage with the strength he didn't know where he came from, and shouted: The little girl has something to ask to see the lord!

The horse pulling the carriage was as tall as a person, and it was very handsome. Seeing someone rushing forward, it neighed, and its iron hooves raised, and it seemed that it was about to step heavily on her body.

The coachman on the carriage suddenly whistled, the horse suddenly stood up, and the iron hoof moved away a few steps as if it had become human, before it fell down.

Bold! You don't want to live anymore! Seeing that she was almost trampled to death, the coachman rushed in front of her angrily, twisted up her collar, and a cold murderous look came out of his eyes.

My lord! My lord! Nie Wushuang gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and shouted, The little girl has something to ask to see my lord!

The coachman's expression changed: My lord, what nonsense are you talking about!

Ah Si, let her come here. The melodious and lazy voice sounded in the carriage: I'm not some kind of lord, did this girl just call out indiscriminately when she was sick?

The coachman was amazed, so he could only drag Nie Wushuang to the carriage: My lord, she was the one who startled our horses. She is talking nonsense.

As the rain fell, Nie Wushuang stared at the car curtain while blinking hard, and lowered his voice: The little girl begged to see King Ying!

Oh? The curtain of the carriage remained motionless, and the lazy and charming voice was still casual: Who is the girl?

Nie Wushuang's heart was pounding: Little girl Nie Wushuang. Father... Nie Weicheng, elder brother, Nie Minghu, second brother, Nie Mingzheng, younger brother...

Her voice gradually choked, and there was silence in the car.

Come in. A sigh-like voice crossed her ears.

Nie Wushuang felt relieved, and struggled to climb onto the carriage.

Si, let's go. This is not a place to stay for a long time. The curtain of the car opened a crack, and a pair of jade-white palms stretched out towards Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang was stunned, he had already held her icy hand, and with a little effort, the car felt warm, and in the dim light, she finally saw that eerily handsome face.

He was reclining on the soft cushion in the car, his hair was like black ink, his eyes were like glass, but he smiled when he looked at her: Could it be that the girl is Mrs. Xiangguo—Nie Wushuang?

He lightly stroked the white fox fur coat on his shoulders, with a casual expression: How do you make me believe you?

Nie Wushuang was too cold to speak, he suddenly leaned over, raised her chin, narrowed his handsome eyes slightly: Your face is not bad.