Chapter 48: Tear you down
Zhou Zhao's heart rose from the ground, then fell heavily, shattering into pieces.
The moment Qian Mian took off her mask, she thought she was going to see Su Changying, who had been missing for four years.
The inexplicable sense of familiarity that she has had since Chang'an, the tacit understanding that if she wants a roster, he will prepare one, and the bowl of clean mutton soup in front of her...
But underneath the mask was Zhu Li's cold white face.
As if Qian Mian was not enough, he blinked his eyes, and the cold and impenetrable look in his eyes suddenly became hollow.
"This is Zhu Li..."
With the word "Li" still in his mouth, he saw the little girl across from him jump up and stretch out her hand towards him.
Qian Mian stepped back and hit the screen behind him. The screen hit the wall with a thud, and he had no way to retreat.
Zhou Zhao swooped over, and his long, white fingers were like a crab's pincers, grabbing his face!
Thousand Faces: "..."
His eyes were full of astonishment!
Zhou Zhao felt the touch under his hand and pulled hard, then pulled again while Qian Mian was shocked!
I couldn't lift any human skin mask!
Zhou Zhao thought about it and rubbed it again, but no mud came out!
Zhou Zhao frowned and let go. Qian Mian's fair face was already red from her pinch. He was dumbfounded at the moment, as if his ability to think had been taken away by Zhou Zhao.
After a long time, Qian Mianfang came back to his senses. He covered his mouth and coughed violently.
"Zhou Zhao, do you act so freely?" After a long time, Qian Mianfang squeezed out these words dryly.
Zhou Zhao looked at him deeply, as if he wanted to see through his soul under his thousand-layer mask.
"I'm no better than my predecessors. If I lose one face, I can change it to another. It's just such a face. No matter how careful you are, it will be lost anyway. Just do whatever you want."
Qian Mian coughed again. This was because he planned to do whatever he wanted without shame from the beginning!
Zhou Zhao raised his eyebrows. If Qian Mian was Su Changying, what reason would he have for not recognizing her? There were only two of them in the room, and the hostess downstairs was clearly his confidant. If someone was watching, it would be impossible not to detect it with her martial arts skills.
If Qianmian was not Su Changying, her face was not disguised, and it would turn the world upside down and attract attention.
If Su Changying was in Tianying City, why didn't he come out to look for her together?
Or is it that Su Changying is not in Tianying City now, but will come on July 15th, for example, he is the master of mechanism skills in Qianmianzui?
Zhou Zhao's mind turned over and over again, and he looked at Qian Mian with a somewhat eager look.
In any case, Zhu Li's face is definitely not the real face of Qian Mian, so his disguise skills are really superb!
"Are you going to follow me with this face? In what capacity?"
Zhou Zhao calmed down and changed his face to Zhu Li's face. It must not be without purpose.
Qianmian nodded.
"What is your mission? Monitor the movements of Tianying City and obtain the "Six Paths Heavenly Book"? What exactly is the "Six Paths Heavenly Book"?"
Zhou Zhao's heart moved, and he thought of the bamboo slips that could appear out of thin air. Could it be that the square bamboo slips were the "Six Paths of Heaven"?
But after thinking about it carefully, she denied the idea.
The bamboo slips had been in the library of Shanming Courtyard built by Princess Changyang, stacked on the bookshelf in the basement without much interest. Later, because brother Zhou Yan's hand happened to be on it, it was used as evidence by the court. Wei Si kept it.
If that was the "Book of Six Paths", why would Zhang Ran bother to build Tianying City?
A detailed work was also sent out.
"Now there is one more person to protect Liu Huang," Qian Mian said and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.
Zhou Zhao’s hands are so strong!
He had discovered before in Chang'an that this girl was not only ruthless to him, but also ruthless to others. If she hadn't been a member of the Zhou family and wanted to be a Tingwei, this Tianying City would be the battlefield where she would be at home. Don't you see, she has already adapted to the way of "promotion" here. His face was still burning and hurting, and he was afraid it would be black and blue tomorrow.
The wound on his neck that was stabbed by Zhou Zhao has still not completely faded.
Really...
Qian Mian thought and pursed his lips, "It's a tortoise shell, which can predict good and bad luck, and can lead to immortality. I don't believe it, but many people do."
"There is no way to live forever in this world, and people are interesting just because they can die at any time. Are you right, Miss Zhou?"
Zhou Zhao shook his head and looked at the collarbone in front. He didn't know if the skin was extra long... What if it could be opened from the collarbone...
Her eyes were so direct and hot that Qian Mian felt as if he had been burned. He quietly tightened his clothes and could no longer assume any wanton and unrestrained posture. He knelt down opposite him seriously, like A straight-laced gentleman sitting upright.
Seeing that the collarbone was no longer visible, Zhou Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked back with some regret.
"Turtle shell?"
Zhou Zhao repeated that this was not unusual. People used bamboo slips, tortoise shells, animal bones, silk, sheepskin, bronze, etc. to record past events. Most of the texts related to worshiping gods are engraved on bronze or tortoise shells.
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"Everything I do, whether life or death, I find it interesting because it is what I want to do."
Zhou Zhao said, picked up the meatloaf and ate it seriously. After all the tossing, the meatloaf was a little cold, and it tasted a little too greasy.
After eating and drinking, she took out her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth, then stood up.
"Thank you for the meal. Tomorrow at 3:00 noon, in the pine forest outside Xuanwu Gate, I invite you to watch a lively show in return. Then you can use this face to enter the city and follow me into Tiandou Village. As for Identity..."
Zhou Zhao looked at Qian Mian's face and clicked his tongue twice. She waved her hand and said, "I'm too lazy to think about it. With this face, no matter what identity you seek, you will eventually become Mr. Xie."
Qian Mian didn't understand it all at once. When he saw Zhou Zhao was about to leave, he couldn't help but remind him, "The real master of Xuanwu Hall is not the three village leaders. There is a guy with a tattoo on his face next to the old hall master. Qin Tianying’s eyeliner next to the leader of Xuanwu Hall.”
"Although you are highly skilled in martial arts, this person's martial arts may not be inferior to yours. If you meet him, be very alert."
Zhou Zhao stood up, she thought, this was probably the reason why Qian Mian turned into Zhu Li and followed her.
She nodded, opened the door, and walked out boldly.
Now there are sporadic customers in Zhiyang's shop, all coming to eat cooking cakes, and there is a bit of fireworks in the chatter.
The hostess walked upstairs with her skirt in hand, holding a wooden tray in her hand. When she came in, she saw Qian Mian sitting there wearing a mask, staring blankly at the empty bowl of mutton soup opposite. .
She knelt down silently and began to clear the dishes on the table. The moment she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw Qian Mian's red and swollen profile, and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Did Miss Zhou do it?" The host's wife exclaimed, "You didn't kill her."
Qian Mian looked at her sharply, but his wife was not afraid, "Don't you think you treat her differently?"
It's not like there weren't "colleagues" from Qianmian in this city before, but they all died in the end.
Qian Mian stood up and did not answer the question, "Next time I don't want coriander in my mutton soup. The meatloaf will be unpalatable when it gets cold. Let's warm it over a charcoal fire."
As he spoke, he dodged, flew out of the window, and then disappeared.
The host's wife looked at the screen that had fallen on the wall, suddenly thought of some pictures, clicked her tongue twice, shook her head and laughed.