The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yun Ci found the anti-fever medicine and swallowed it, put on long clothes and trousers, and covered the muzzle. Fortunately, there was still a veil, so that people could not see her face. He also covered the red eye circles with cosmetics. Although the whole person was muddled, but Can barely hold it.

At the dining table, Duan Honglin glanced at Yunci standing next to her, and saw her body swaying like a shaky forehead. He smiled and joked: "Butler Aci, I don't seem to have a good spirit today..."

Mu Huaiyu tilted his head and looked at the gauze on Yunci's forehead: "Are the wounds taken care of?"

Yunci nodded weakly.

"Send some more guards to guard the Lunatic Mountain." At this moment, Yan Zhuo broke the subject.

Mu Huaiyu retracted his gaze and looked at Yan Zhuo on the opposite side: "What's the matter?"

"Someone wanted to break into Lunatic Mountain last night and shot a lot of guards who were guards. Fortunately, I made preparations in advance."

Hearing this, Mu Huaiyu had a pause: "Last night?"

Duan Honglin let out a sneer, and said slowly: "I am so courageous, dare to venture into the Crazy Mountain, do you want to save that kid?"

"Has anyone been caught?" Mu Huaiyu asked.

Yan Zhuo shook his head: "The man was very keen, and she ran away, and the whole body was covered tightly, and he didn't even see his appearance.

"Keep skill..." Mu Huaiyu glanced at Yunci intentionally or unintentionally.

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The sunlight passed through the branches and leaves, casting a mottled shadow of the tree. Dongtang sat quietly in the green shade with his back leaning on the tree trunk. He wrapped the wound on his leg with rags. The breeze blew through, bringing a coolness. Behind him was a large lush forest. It was rustling.

After handling the wound, he picked up the fruit next to him, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and there was a crackling sound.

At this moment, the corners of his pants were suddenly pulled twice by a small paw, and he turned his head to look. There was a white puppy squatting beside his leg, staring at him with a pair of slick eyes, with a blushing tongue. Drool dripped from his mouth.

"Do you want to eat too?"

Dongtang slowly bit a small piece, spit it in his palm, and then handed it to the little white dog's lips. The white dog carefully grabbed it with his teeth, and then snorted and swallowed it as if he was extremely hungry.

Dongtang Chiyou ate three fruits and fed the puppy one fruit to fill up his stomach. He lay down slowly, picked up the puppy from the side, and lifted it high.

The puppy didn't struggle, was docile and well-behaved, and licked Dongtang Chiyou's hand flatly, making a wailing sound, as if he was talking to him.

Dongtang slowly scratched the puppy's chin, thinking it was cute, and it seemed good to be a companion.

"What name should I give you?" Dongtang pondered for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You look like a white glutinous rice ball, so call you a small ball, okay?"

The puppy narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth and whimpered a few times, seemingly satisfied with the name.

Dongtang slowly touched its little head, with a smile on the corners of his lips, and shouted over and over again: "Xiao Tuan'er... Xiao Tuan'er... When I get out from here, I will give you as a gift. Quit sister."

He held the puppy in his arms, the nostalgia at the bottom of his eyes was about to overflow his eyes, and his voice was narrow, like a hot spring breeze: "Do you know Sister Aci? You will love her when you see her, because she looks so good. Beautiful, Sister Aci will definitely like you, but you can't steal her from me, she can only be mine. I really want to see Sister Aci...So, I must go out alive!"