Devil's Concubine: Fighting Evil Monarchs

Chapter 241 Don't Sad, Don't Cry

A night passes, there is peace and silence, the loneliness will always pass, and people will always change back.

Early in the morning, Mu Jiuluo took care of her embarrassment, concealing the still unspeakable pain in her heart, with a still indifferent look on her face.

She said that last night was just an accident, and it was the only accident. She traveled to this other world, her parents died, and what she wanted to do now was to avenge them.

Those sons and daughters who love each other will only become a stumbling block on her road to revenge.

Naturally he was reluctant to kick it away, but Mu Jiuluo would keep it in his heart forever and savor it carefully.

Last night, she was like a lost and crying deer, lonely and helpless, but she already understood.

She was just a dream last night, a dream that has passed away. She will not let herself fall into that sad atmosphere again, and will not reveal any love and hatred anymore.

That was her fatal wound, and since it was a fatal wound, she would not be exposed.

She has never wanted to be vulnerable, starting today, she will step up to the peak of Yunpan step by step, and never show her weakness again.

"An Zhi, Ting Lan." She shouted in a deep voice, since it is a new beginning, there must be a new starting point.

And this new starting point, let's start with the events in a while.

"Miss, do you have any orders?" Hearing Mu Jiuluo's shout, An Zhi and Ting Lan walked in and asked Mu Jiuluo respectfully.

"Dress up for me, dress up more delicately, remember, there will be a good show waiting for us to participate in later."

The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, and Mu Jiuluo's eyes gleamed calmly. It seemed that she, who was heartbroken like a weak woman last night, had long been annihilated in the passage of time.

"Yes."

An Zhi and Ting Lan glanced at each other, and immediately stepped forward to dress Mu Jiu at the same time.

From their point of view, Mu Jiuluo this morning is the most normal Mu Jiuluo. The master doesn't mind the past anymore, so why should they remember it?

It's better to forget what happened last night together, and accompany the master to deal with the next bloody storm.

The wooden comb exuding a faint fragrance lingers in Mu Jiuluo's soft black silk, just like the delicate cloud satin, which makes people love it.

With nimble fingers running through the black hair, Anzhi combed Mu Jiuluo's hair expressionlessly, but the hidden light in her eyes was reflected into Mu Jiuluo's eyes through the bronze mirror.

Although the bronze mirror was not very clear, Mu Jiuluo could still feel the joy in An Zhi's heart.

It seems that the appearance last night was still seen by the two girls.

For their quick recovery, the happiest people are An Zhi and Ting Lan, because as long as Mu Jiu falls, their backbone will not fall.

Mu Jiuluo naturally understood this point, so when she noticed An Zhi and Ting Lan's mood, a complicated feeling rose in her heart.

Of course, she didn't reveal this, and let An Zhi get busy with her own affairs.

As for Ting Lan, she is carefully choosing clothes for Mu Jiuluo. Since there will be a good show later, the lady should dress more noblely, so as not to make strange thoughts appear in the hearts of outsiders.

"Miss, what do you think of this bun?" An Zhi stopped her movements, picked up a white jade hairpin from the dressing table, inserted it into the bun, and asked Mu Jiuluo with her head turned.

(End of this chapter)