Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 74
The eyes of the two servants began to drift away, and the whole person stayed in place motionless, like two sculptures.

The Thirteenth Concubine also swallowed quietly, a pair of fangs protruding from her lips.

The pock-marked servant Ding's strong figure seemed to be filled with inexhaustible blood, while the Thirteenth Concubine's eyes were fixed on the throbbing artery in his neck, and the blood flowing inside could almost be seen through the skin and blood vessels.

The blood flowing in the veins seemed to make a sound, as if calling her, drink up, delicious blood, drink up!
"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

There was a feeble low cry from inside the room. I didn't know what it was, but it seemed very angry.

The fangs exposed by Mrs. Thirteen disappeared in her mouth in an instant. After being shouted like this, the two dazed servants suddenly came back to their senses.

The thirteenth concubine sniffed her nose and walked towards the chaimen. She hadn't smelled the third stranger since just now. No, it wasn't that there was nothing, but it was different.

The firewood room smelled of human blood, which was different from ordinary people. The breath was as refreshing as spring dew in the morning, and it didn't have a more or less raw smell like ordinary people.

The thirteenth concubine's footsteps stopped outside the door, and the door was locked: "Open the door."

The pockmarked Ding, who came back to his senses, rubbed his forehead and said in embarrassment: "Return to Mrs. Thirteenth... Butler Wang ordered that no one can go in."

The thirteenth concubine stared at her eyes and said angrily, "What? Could it be that my words are not as useful as those of Steward Wang?"

The two servants looked at each other and fell silent. The thirteenth concubine was deeply loved by the master, and offending her was the same as offending Butler Wang, and it would have no good end.

But...they were even more afraid of Steward Wang. Mrs. Thirteenth Concubine was just a girl, as long as she said good things, it shouldn't be too difficult for them.

The pock-marked servant Ding bent over, and replied respectfully: "Mrs. Thirteen, it's not that slaves won't open. Butler Wang said that whoever lets people in will have their legs broken and thrown out. It's not easy for us to be slaves. There are seniors and juniors in the family, and I finally found an errand to earn some money to support the family. I really dare not disobey, Mrs. Thirteenth Concubine has a lot, please be considerate of us slaves."

Seeing that the two servants ignored her majesty, the thirteenth concubine got angry and swung her sleeves violently. A gust of wind suddenly rushed towards the two unsuspecting servants, and they were thrown away before they could snort. A few meters away, he threw himself into the flowers and passed out.

Casting a disgusted glance at the two of them, the Thirteenth Concubine gave a piss and reached out to grab the lock on the door bolt. With just a slight tug, the lock opened with a "snap".

A mildewy smell rushed towards the face, Mrs. Thirteen quickly covered her mouth and nose, and looked at the woodshed.

The room is very dark, there are no doors and windows on all sides except this door, and there are miscellaneous things piled up, and there is no light source, so it is almost impossible to see what the inside of the room looks like.

Fortunately, as the sun was setting, the sun slanted in from outside the door. The Thirteenth Concubine saw a heavily tied woman lying on the ground through the light outside the door.

This woman was very thin, with a yellow and thin complexion, but she gave off a sense of clarity that was beyond human.

Lying on the ground, the haze in front of his eyes was suddenly pierced by a ray of sunlight, Qian Shangxian was surprised to see a woman standing in front of him, and those people before him were gone.

(End of this chapter)