At that time, mirror worship was not called this name. She almost forgot her own name. When she thought about it again, it was like another life.
I only remember that she was in despair at that time. I just wanted to touch her father and die in front of him, so that he would regret so much for her and free himself.
Those dada horseshoes splashed with countless dust, fascinated everyone's eyes, also made a group of ignorant villagers silly eyes, only knew to look straight at those people gradually moving towards.
Many people dressed in black and short, with swords on their waists, looked menacing. Over them, it seemed that they were full of cold air. She stared at the scene, still reverberating in her mind.
Firmly guarded in the middle is a sedan chair pulled by eight horses. The color of the sedan chair is crow green. The faces of those people were cold. They didn't even look at her. They walked across the country road indifferently. The dust fascinated her eyes. She suddenly came back to her senses and made a noise.
"Please, help me --"
she is also in a state of emergency. She doesn't even know who the people in the sedan chair are, are they good people or bad people. If the situation after being rescued is worse than at this time, what can we do? Or, what if the people in the sedan chair, as cold as those on the horse, turned a blind eye to her appeal for help?
Fortunately, she won the bet.
Just when a couple of little guys reacted and dragged her hard to the direction of the owner's home, a loose and lazy voice sounded slowly.
It was the voice of a woman.
She was shocked. What is the identity of the woman that she could be escorted by so many subordinates?
"Stop."
As soon as the voice fell, a sound came from the horse's neighing, and it really stopped with the woman's order.
The villagers are staring at this scene. They have never seen such a battle. It's not to say that it's a guard on horseback with a knife. Some people, even for life, haven't stepped out of the village. They are less knowledgeable and more timid.
Some people are afraid that what happens next will pose a threat to them. They have been running for a long time. Only the remaining villagers quickly retreated to tens of meters away. In case of an accident, I have to run away.
Crow Green's carriage stopped, and the first thing that came to everyone's eyes was the jade like hand, with long fingertips and even bones and flesh covering the phalanx, which was the best work like a craftsman's hand. The men who have never seen this picture look straight at them.
Only one hand is enough to attract people's attention. What if the woman comes out completely? What kind of picture will it be?
"Tut, be gentle with girls. It's not good to be rude like this."
women's voice seems to be coquettish, speaking slowly and lazily.
A red dress, such as silk like green silk long and ankle, with the field side of the wind, slightly floating. She didn't pull up her hair like a normal woman, but she just spread it at will, but it didn't seem messy at all, only endless customs and charming.
Her skin is very white, bright and dazzling in the warm sunlight. The lips are bloodstained, like smiling, with beautiful features, as if they were strange. To see her eyes, the onlookers were shocked.
She and she have red eyes like monsters! Who is she?