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Chapter 139
There was a person lying on a bed, his eyes closed tightly, his expression was very cold, showing a sense of alienation, making people afraid to approach.
The woman kneeling not far away was staring at him, especially worried.
He should have woke up long ago, but an hour has passed, and he is still lying there.
The woman frowned and was about to step forward to check, when she saw that the man's eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes.
The emotion inside is actually mixed with pain.
The woman felt something was wrong, looked at him, and said, "Sir, what do you want to order?"
Did not get a response.
She didn't dare to speak any more, bowed her head and waited.
After a long time, the person lying on the bed moved his eyes and uttered a sentence from his thin lips: "Are all the memories and emotions taken away?"
No emotion can be heard in the tone.
The woman replied truthfully: "This is natural. You didn't open these memories last time. Can you see it now?"
He frowned and stroked his heart with his hand. The memory has been erased. Why is it still so uncomfortable.
The woman saw this scene, did not say more, and stepped back to assign tasks.
My husband has gone through many worlds for his cultivation, but this time don’t know what’s going on, there is a posture that he can’t get out of it.
After thinking about it, he can only fight poison with poison. If he is used to being uncomfortable, he won't react so much.
When she was on the task, she paused and added another.
Seeing the task, the system read to Cen Simiao word by word: "Let the target become the boss of the world and fall in love with you, but..."
It almost got stuck in shock.
Cen Simiao was curious: "What's wrong?"
The system continues: "This time you must abide by the original owner's personal settings, and do everything with humans as the main. Otherwise, the mission may fail."
"This time the person is set to cling to power, to have a deep mind, and to see profit and forget righteousness."
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The carriages at Xianchengkou might be able to reach half of the street together. The tall steed looked like they were walking a long way, exhaling white breath from their noses, and slammed their noses at pedestrians looking at it. , And bowed his head to eat forage.
Now it is late autumn, when the wind blows, the curtains of the good material are opened, revealing a few beautiful women, shrinking their necks, constantly rubbing their hands, breathing towards the palms of their hands.
It's really cold this day.
There were one or two pungent-tempered people who bravely rushed to the few people standing aside, holding the pipes and pots, and shouted, their voices were crisp: "When you leave, you will freeze to death."
"What's the hurry? No matter how beautiful you are, you are not immortals. If you don't let the horses get full, will you be able to fly over together?"
The woman bowed her head angrily, lowered the curtain, shrank inside, and pressed the two corners of the curtain with her hands to prevent the cold wind from passing through. He mumbled: "What's so arrogant about the minions of Xuyoujiao."
She gave a chuckle next to her, she looked over, a woman with contempt, the sneer on her lips had not gone down. Seeing her glaring over, the woman didn't panic, but openly said: "They are slaves, we are maids, or maids who are not working."
"You got mad at first."
The curtain of the car was suddenly swollen by the wind, and the mouth of the mocking woman had not closed yet, and she was filled with a cool breeze. In an instant, the internal organs cooled thoroughly, coughing unstoppable.
The original woman covered her mouth with her hands, revealing a pair of bent eyebrows: "Stupid thing."
The outside manager heard the movement and spit out a puff of white smoke, the pipe pot knocked on the stone, glanced at the carriage, and sneered.
Xuyoujiao is a well-known sect in the arena, acting harshly, showing no mercy, and showing no sympathy. This provokes other sects to disdain.
A few months ago, Xuyoujiao had just changed the leader, and it was rumored that the former leader was killed. This is not uncommon in the arena, but it is rare that the two people are in a master-disciple relationship.
Today's leader Bai Muzhi was taken into captivity to teach in vain when he was young, and his parents were killed, forcing him to recognize him as his master. And he was beaten up at every turn, and there was no good place on his body, so he was hungry and full.
It is very rare that such a situation can become a person.
The former leader had a weird temperament, and tortured people into this way. He was not afraid at all and even taught martial arts. It wasn't until Bai Muzhi grew from skin and bones to a sturdy body, and pierced his heart with a sword in his hand.
The breath weakened and scolded him for being ungrateful and not thinking about the kindness of master and apprentice.
Xuyoujiao changed the sky.
Everyone knew that the former leader was dead, but the body was turned upside down. Until the maid cleaned the house and fed some yellow dogs in the backyard, something was wrong.
The belly was still deflated the day before yesterday, but how swollen today is so severe. When he took a closer look, his eyes turned black with fright, and he knelt on the ground.
The dog was still chewing on a boot.
The maids of Xuyoujiao were scared to death, not to mention doing errands, even going out was difficult. The teacher in charge simply sent them out, and ordered them to pick some back.
The people outside got the news. Whoever cares about these grievances and disputes, only knows that when you enter the sect, you will be fragrant and spicy, and the clothes are better than ordinary people.
Anyone who has a girl in the family will move forward. Quite a few thought that if they could serve the leader, after a long time, they might become a wife.
After smoking a bag of cigarettes, the steward coughed a few times, and then heard a cold cry from the carriage. He frowned impatiently, but all those who were selected were given two sets of clothes, one set of quilted cotton and one set of tulle.
The tulle they all wear, can it be cold?
He got up and walked to the horse, ready to roll over, and shouted at the back: "Ready to go."
As soon as the voice fell, the voice of the person next to him was anxious: "There is still a maid who has not returned."
The man in charge was particularly surprised, turning his head along with the words, but his eyes fell on a girl in tulle. The white and tender skin was looming, a strand of jet-black hair fell on his chest, his brows were sentimental, his lips were pressed tightly, and his forehead was sweaty.
Came here with a trot.
Panting, she gave the meat buns wrapped in yellow paper forward: "Eat quickly, it's hot."
One sentence made people happy, and people who didn't know thought how familiar with her. The manager sternly said: "Whoever allows you to get off, if you don't want to do it, return your silver clothes and go back to your own home."
Cen Simiao's eyes reddened, and she burst into tears.
He whimpered and said: "You have been busy for a long time for our people, and you can't take a rest when you are blown by the wind. Even eating a few dry bread, I feel uncomfortable in my heart."
He lowered his head and glanced at the steamed bun: "I was afraid of the cold, so I ran back specially. I didn't expect it or I missed the hour."
She cried with tears, and she was especially aggrieved when she looked at it. The person next to her who allowed her to get off the wagon, heard that she hadn't confessed to herself, and couldn't help but feel better about her.
A beauty stood weakly in front of her, and what she said was particularly heart-warming, and she said a few words indifferently, and let her get into the carriage.
Cen Simiao changed her face when she got into the car. Pulling away a woman sitting in the middle, she sat down on the cushion, thumping her leg through her dress, and shouted: "Oh, but I'm exhausted. If you want to replace it with someone else, I'm afraid that I will be tired. On the way."
The woman who was pushed aside was not a fuel-efficient lamp, she immediately slapped Cen Simiao on her body, and the red print could be seen through the tulle.
"You went out and ran wild, causing us to be frozen here, and when we came back, we were shamelessly crying tired. I really opened my eyes today."
Cen Simiao did not fight back, rubbed her palm prints, glanced at her, and chuckled softly: "Then you have to thank me, otherwise your eyes still haven't opened."
Just before she got out of the car, she sat with the woman. After getting out of the car and walking for a while, she saw a hole in the skirt, which was obviously torn up secretly.
Cen Simiao simply tore the hem of that section, revealing the pink peony satin upper. Looks quite tall.
The woman still didn't know how to constrain, and she became more angry after hearing these words, and she rolled up her sleeves and rushed to fight. Cen Simiao tilted to the side and grabbed her slipped sleeve.
"Shit--" The woman watched her sleeves become half.
She ignored the fight, holding the torn gauze in distress, her eyes were red, and her lips trembled: "You, you!"
When a few words come out, you must lift the curtain to find a complaint.
Cen Simiao pulled her over, and the two faced each other. The woman's eyes were wide, and she wanted to tear her up and eat it.
Cen Simiao sneered: "What you do on your own, why can't it be your turn? If you want to file a complaint, I advise you not to bother about it."
The woman is not convinced, and she has to be noisy.
Cen Simiao: "Do you think I bought those meat buns for nothing? Talking with the accompanying people along the way, it is useless to have too much saliva? Even if I am unlucky, you are not much better. They will bother to worry about it. Waiting for nostalgia? It's a big deal that both of them smashed off the carriage, and there was less overhead."
Seeing that the other women on the carriage didn't make a fuss, they couldn't help feeling sorry. Cen Simiao's appearance is the most brilliant in this, when someone is willing to come out and embarrass her, they naturally watched the play with melon seeds.
But didn't expect that Cen Simiao would not only flatter people, but also quarrel fiercely.
After tossing all the way for a long time, Xuyou Sect finally arrived. Bringing tea and water, washing and cooking, and cleaning the house are all they are used to doing at home, so they are naturally handy.
But Cen Simiao was in trouble, she was sent to the kitchen to fight. If she can handle the dishes and chopsticks alone, the key is to burn the fire, and the system doesn't care at all, she said let her think for herself.
The maids who were assigned to Bai Muzhi's house were gentle and charming, but he didn't even look at them, which made these people very happy.
Cen Simiao originally wanted them to find a way. She sighed and lowered her head to burn the firewood, but almost burned her hair. She was furious and asked the system when Bai Muzhi would leave the house.
The day after tomorrow, at noon, the rockery garden.
Cen Simiao burst into tears, grabbing the corner of the steward's clothes, not letting go, and whimpered: "Before leaving, my mother gave me the only valuable item. But within a month, the hairpin broke.
What she said was miserable. The other woman turned pale with anger, and was the same person who was arguing with Cen Simiao on the carriage. It was clear that Cen Simiao called her over and told her to let her see and take out the jade hairpin. However, his hand slipped and fell to the ground, becoming half-length.
But the person in charge doesn't believe it, who would use his own things to frame others, and can't do anything.
Cen Simiao rubbed her eyes, reddened, and she cried again: "I used to live in the same house, so I apologized and lost money. But she said that I was framed. You said I was offending someone. "
The manager was so disturbed, and immediately counted the women who fell. Cen Simiao glanced to the left, the figure was still there, she estimated that the fire was almost the same.
She softened her throat: "You don't scold her anymore. Ask her to go back and clean up. It won't be good if you miss the errand. Wait a while and let her lose some money."
The womanishly opened her mouth to scold her, but she was afraid of being in charge, so she could only swallow this breath. When she turned and walked away, Cen Simiao smiled very brightly: "Don't cause trouble again in the future."
The voice was raised, and the tone was full of threats. That figure must be audible.
Cen Simiao repeatedly thanked the steward, and said a lot of flattering things, and the people who listened to it were tired. She saw a figure walking towards here, her eyelashes lowered.
The person in charge noticed something, turned around and saw Bai Muzhi, and hurriedly said. Cen Simiao knelt down with a flustered expression.
Bai Muzhi was wearing a light-colored shirt, his skin was sickly white, and his lips were slightly bloody. His gaze stayed on Cen Simiao.
The voice was dizzy like cold snow: "You raise your head."
Cen Simiao's expression on her face is regular, but her eyes are full of desire to climb up|looking.
Bai Muzhi's eyes were gentle, and there were unidentified emotions, which made people unable to guess. After staring for a long time, he felt his hair creepy. The corners of his lips bend.
"How can you be such a stupid person."
Cen Simiao felt a bit in his heart, it was over, the route was wrong.
"Ding-target favorability score 5, the current favorability score is 5."