Baihu curled his lips and said, "How can we, his subordinates, speculate on the whereabouts of our master at will?" However, it is still okay to gossip a little.
His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "But did you notice that the master has a wound on his mouth?"
When Zhuque heard this, the obvious scar on his master's lower lip suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
Baihu was very interested. He couldn't help but lower his voice and continued gossiping with interest, "In my opinion, the wound was definitely bitten. At that angle, it was definitely not bitten by the master himself. But with the master's current strength, no one could have done it if he didn't do it voluntarily... Hehe, do you understand what I mean? I always feel that the master has been so abnormal these days. He must be in love and awakened... After all, the master is already an adult!"
"Shut up! How can a slave like you make up rumors about the master's affairs?!"
Suzaku suddenly growled, startling the white tiger.
But he saw his beautiful and cold partner, with a distorted face, trembling all over, and an extremely angry light in his eyes, "Master is so beautiful, how can ordinary people match her! If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
After saying that, she turned around and left angrily.
White Tiger was left standing there in bewilderment. After a long pause, he said in confusion, "What's wrong? It was just a joke. Even the master doesn't mind. How can Suzaku act like his tail has been stepped on? It's totally unreasonable."
Suzaku returned to her room angrily and slammed the door. She was so angry that she couldn't vent it, so she grabbed a porcelain vase by the door and threw it down.
In this world, no one is worthy of such a brilliant master, especially the useless Nalan Hexi, who is not even worthy of carrying the master's shoes.
Zhuque's eyes suddenly became extremely sinister. If she really... really intended to seduce the master and blocked the master's way, then he would never allow that bitch to live.
The sound of porcelain breaking, clanging and shattering, echoed in the room, and finally calmed Suzaku down.
She sat back at her dressing table and took out the two Jade Muscle Pills she had made. She took one internally and dissolved the other in water and gently applied it on her face.
After just a quarter of an hour, her face was restored to its smooth and flawless state, and her beauty was stunning.
Zhuque sat anxiously in front of the glass mirror, looking at his own cold and beautiful face.
As time passed, her eyes were fixed on the scar on her face, and she almost saw double.
However, a quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, and an hour passed, but the wound on her face showed no signs of healing. Moreover, the light blue-gray color had turned into a dark gray.
The most terrifying thing was that the wound, which was originally only slightly itchy, was now becoming more and more painful and itchy.
In the mirror, the thin scar spread out in the blink of an eye. Although it did not rot, it seemed as if it had been kneaded by someone, and fine wrinkles appeared around the scar.
At this moment, the originally tiny scar suddenly became extremely obvious, like a small centipede lying across Zhuque's soft white face, looking extremely terrifying and disgusting.
"Ah! My face! My face!" Zhuque widened his eyes, looking at the face in the mirror that was twisted into a ball, full of fear and the gray and black scars on his face, and let out a shrill scream. (To be continued)