Transformed into a beautiful silver-haired girl and imprisoned for hundreds of years at the beginnin

The next day, Fengqing City.

As soon as it dawned, a long queue formed outside the city gate. These people were all foreigners who wanted to enter Fengqing City.

If previous rules were followed, the city gate guards would be able to let people in without strict inspection. However, they have been extra cautious recently. Everyone must be inspected and confirmed before being allowed into the city.

Xuan Jingchen had been waiting in the queue for more than two hours, but she still hadn't entered the city yet. She lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was a little tired of waiting.

She probed for a moment and observed that the city guards seemed to pay special attention to young women, and they took the longest time to examine them.

When it was the turn of a young woman in front of Xuan Jingchen, the city guards immediately started asking her seriously.

"Name?"

"Yang Churan."

"Cultivation?"

"Late stage of spiritual aperture."

"Are you getting married?"

"this???"

The first two inquiries were normal. When the city guard asked "if you are getting married," the woman named Yang Churan was obviously panicked and her cheeks turned slightly red.

"I...I'm not married yet."

When the city guard heard this, his expression became strange, and he sighed and said, "This is a girl. This is a big deal. You can't just joke about it. Are you really not married yet?"

"Really not! Big brother, whatever you want to do, I already have a sweetheart!"

Yang Churan's voice became significantly louder when he said the last few words, and his cheeks became even redder.

Xuan Jingchen, who was behind, had a strange look on his face when he saw this scene. Why did these city guards insist on asking the woman if she was married.

Moreover, this was not a question asked twice, and judging from the expressions of these city guards, they did not look like lechers.

"Ahem... Girl, you misunderstood. We are just doing a routine thing. Fengqing City has not been peaceful recently. Women often disappear, and these women were all kidnapped not long after they got married. So for your safety , we have to check.”

A city guard explained awkwardly.

"I see."

Yang Churan, who misunderstood the meaning of the city guards, lowered his head in embarrassment, hurriedly registered the information and entered the city.

When it was Xuan Jingchen's turn, a city guard soldier came over. He glanced at Xuan Jingchen, and when his eyes locked on her purple eyes as bright as stars, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Even the surrounding city guards became nervous.

"Are these heterochromatic eyes?!"

"Don't move! Be honest!"

The city guard suddenly pulled out his scabbard, pointed at Xuan Jingchen, and shouted loudly.

Xuan Jingchen frowned slightly, looked up, and saw a dozen city guards holding sharp blades pointing at him.

What is this?

Why was he suddenly and inexplicably treated like a dangerous person? !

Before Xuan Jingchen could speak, another city guard approached the soldier who had yelled at him before and whispered: "Captain, although this man has heterochromatic eyes, they are not green. Are we too nervous?"

After hearing this, the captain's expression softened.

He withdrew his gaze and signaled the other soldiers to put down and take back their weapons.

"Little brother, I was a little rude just now, but this is the responsibility of our city guards. Please understand."

"I see."

Xuan Jingchen nodded slightly, not dissatisfied because of his change of attitude.

"Little brother, after registering the information, you can enter the city by handing over a piece of Yuan Stone."

Xuan Jingchen took out the primeval stone he had prepared from his arms and handed it over. After the city guards took the primeval stone, they immediately put her in.

Although he successfully entered Fengqing City, the reaction of the city guards just now really made Xuan Jingchen curious.

Why are they so wary of people with heterochromatic eyes?

Xuan Jingchen was thinking about it when suddenly a butterfly-patterned hydrangea rolled down to her feet, rolled around on the ground, and finally stopped.

Xuan Jingchen was curious and subconsciously bent down to pick it up.

But as soon as she picked up the hydrangea, there was a burst of noisy footsteps in front of her, and she saw dozens of men rushing towards her. Judging from the clothes, they looked like hunters, luxurious young men, sweepers, and burly Biao. There are big-looking men, and there are even grandfathers who are over sixty years old.

They stared at the hydrangea in Xuan Jingchen's hand with their eyes wide open, shouting excitedly.

"My, give me the hydrangea!"

"be mine!"

"Fart, I saw it first, little brother, get over here!"

"Just give it to me..."

"That hydrangea is mine."

......

Xuan Jingchen was stunned.

What happened to this group of people, how could they snatch this hydrangea like crazy dogs? !

It's not a valuable thing.

Xuan Jingchen was startled. At this moment, a handsome man in a green shirt squeezed in front of her and snatched the hydrangea from her hand, looking eager.

However, Xuan Jingchen reacted quickly and kicked him out.

Falling to the ground with a thud, the man in green shirt clutched his chest and groaned in pain.

Xuan Jingchen had the strength to control this kick, which prevented him from being seriously injured, but it still caused him unbearable pain.

The man in green shirt was kicked back, and a dozen men behind him rushed forward to snatch the hydrangea.

"No? What are you doing? Can you stop and explain?"

Xuan Jingchen, who dodges flexibly, is baffled by these wild wolf-like people.

Since you want this hydrangea so much, I’ll give it to you.

Just as Xuan Jingchen was about to throw the hydrangea away, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Everyone stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd.

The group of people who were originally noisy and fighting immediately calmed down and took the initiative to make way.

Xuan Jingchen glanced at the man briefly. His cultivation and appearance were ordinary, and he was not worthy of her continued attention.

Then she casually threw the hydrangea to the middle-aged man and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man suddenly said: "Uncle, please stay."

Uncle? !

Xuan Jingchen suddenly stopped and turned to look at the middle-aged man in surprise.

Although she has used the Apparition to disguise herself as a man, what does it mean to be called uncle?

Is it possible...

Xuan Jingchen lowered his head and glanced at the hydrangea, and understood immediately.

I accidentally walked into someone else's bride-grabbing team.

At this time, the middle-aged man spoke again, with a respectful tone in his voice: "Uncle, congratulations on grabbing Miss Lan's hydrangea. My surname is Liu and my name is De. I am the general manager of the Lan family in Fengqing City. My uncle is also You can call me Lao Liu."

While Liu De was talking, the other people who didn't grab the hydrangeas were sighing.

"Oh, what a pity. That young lady from the Lan family is a famous beauty in Fengqing City. I really envy this boy."

"Damn it...Miss Lan is so beautiful and comes from a prominent family. She is a perfect match for this silver-haired boy of unknown origin."

"Why wasn't I the one who grabbed the hydrangea?"

......

One of them, a burly man with thick nostrils that looked like a big bull nose, cursed and said: "Why is this boy the uncle of the Lan family? I am obviously much more handsome than him."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone around him looked at him with disdain.

The corners of Xuan Jingchen's mouth twitched. She didn't want to be the Lan family's uncle.