I pinched off the peach blossoms of the Emperor Vinegar

Chapter 118
"Well, just do as you said." After Gong Yunxin finished speaking, she helped Qiu Ximo into the carriage. She was really hanging just now, and she instinctively started talking to Samsara... but she forgot that Qiu Ximo was by her side .

Qiu Ximo is a very shrewd woman, and I don't know if she can be fooled.

When the two entered the city, Gong Yunxin put Qiu Ximo on the carriage, bought a lot of medicinal materials and dry food, bought a lot of silver needles and hidden weapons, and finally hired a coachman, and the two hurried towards He galloped in the direction of Akabane Palace.

Along the way, the two of them rarely spoke. Gong Yunxin was either refining medicine or cultivating. The whole carriage was filled with all kinds of smells... sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and smelly.

At first, Chou Ximo would feel nauseated by the smell, but after a while she got used to it.

Five days later, the carriage approached the sphere of influence of Akabane Palace.

The coachman stopped the car and shouted inside: "Guest officer, you can't go ahead, you can only go here."

"Yeah." Gong Yunxin responded softly, and didn't rush out. Instead, she took a small bronze mirror, held the potion on her face, and began to smear it.

Seeing her so calm and composed, Qiu Ximo was very nervous, "Xiaoyun, are you really going? Have you thought it through?"

"You have asked me dozens of times along the way. I must go to save your brother, but you must obey my arrangement, and you must not act rashly to spoil my affairs, understand?" Gong Yunxin smeared those medicines On her face, she felt her face was hot. She stretched out her hand to slap her face, but felt that the pain became more and more intense, "Hiss, could it be that this potion has not been successfully refined? Why is it so painful?"

Qiu Ximo clenched her fists tightly, still worried, she reached out and grabbed Gong Yunxin's wrist, "Xiaoyun, you really don't want to go."

"I have to go." Gong Yunxin turned her face away, the firmness in her eyes made Qiu Ximo swallow the words that came to her lips.

Gong Yunxin put down her hands and put all her things away. If she didn't save Qiu Qianmo, and Qiu Qianmo really died because of it, then she would live in endless regret for the rest of her life. After all, she was the one who killed people. yes.

That person designed to let people from Jianying Villa come and kill her, and if he could use Chou Ximo as a bait, then it was very likely that Chou Qianmo would be too, but even though it might be a trap, she had to go.

"You..." Qiu Ximo still wanted to speak, but just as she said a word, her eyes suddenly widened. She looked at Gong Yunxin's face and stuttered in fright: "You...you, your face……"

It's no wonder that Qiu Ximo panicked, anyone would have been shocked, because at this moment, Gong Yunxin's facial features are changing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

She has heard of the disguise technique, but most of them used various disguises or pasted human skin. She has never seen anyone who can change their face beyond recognition with a bottle of potion...

Looking at this uglier face than before, Samsara really dislikes Gong Yunxin's aesthetics even more...

"Don't be in a daze, do you want some too?" Gong Yunxin threw the porcelain bottle into Qiu Ximo's hands. Qiu Ximo looked down at the small porcelain bottle and pursed her lips lightly. He didn't hesitate to set fire to the temple, he just wanted to kill her together, if she showed up with her original face, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate.

After thinking about it, Qiu Ximo picked up the potion and quickly applied it on her face...

There was a lot of voices outside the carriage, Gong Yunxin jumped down first, and there were crowds of people around, judging by the posture, all the slightly famous families on the mainland should have sent people to come.

His eyes swept across the crowd, and Gong Yunxin's eyes finally locked on the prison cart not far away. The gentle and spotless young man in his memory was tortured to the point of disfigurement.

(End of this chapter)