Bai Hu curled his lips: "Our subordinates can speculate on the master's whereabouts at will." However, it is still possible to gossip.
His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but said again: "However, did you notice that there is a wound on the master's mouth, there is a wound."
When Suzaku heard this, the obvious scar on the lower lip of the master suddenly appeared before his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palm.
However, Baihu was full of interest. He couldn't help but secretly lowered his voice and continued to gossip with great interest, "In my opinion, the wound was definitely bitten out. That angle must not be bitten by the master himself, but with the master's current strength , if it wasn't for him voluntarily, no one would be able to... Hehe, do you understand what I mean? I always feel that the master has been so abnormal these days, it must be because of his spring heart and enlightenment... After all, the master is already weak!"
"Shut up, you, a slave, can wantonly spread rumors about the master!!"
Suzaku let out a low growl suddenly, startling the white tiger.
But he saw that his beautiful and cold partner was distorting his face at this moment, trembling all over, his eyes bursting with incomparably angry light, "Master is so heavenly, how can ordinary people be able to match it?" If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
After finishing speaking, she turned around angrily and left.
Bai Hu was left alone with a dazed expression on the spot, and after a long while he said inexplicably: "What's the matter, isn't it just a joke? Even the master doesn't mind, why does this Suzaku look like its tail has been stepped on? reasoning."
Suzaku went back to her room angrily, and slammed the door shut. The anger in her heart could not be vented, so she grabbed a porcelain bottle by the door and slammed it down.
In this world, there is no one who is worthy of such an amazing and talented master, especially Nalan Hexi, who is like a waste, who is not even worthy of carrying the master's shoes.
Suzaku's eyes suddenly became extremely vicious, if she really...really intended to seduce the master, and even blocked the master's way, then she would never allow that bitch to live.
The sound of porcelain pinging, banging, and shattering echoed in the room, and Suzaku finally calmed down.
She sat back in front of her dressing table and took out two jade muscle pills that she refined, one of which was taken internally, the other was dissolved in water, and gently applied on her face.
After only a quarter of an hour, her face will be restored to be clean and flawless, with a flourishing beauty.
Suzaku sat anxiously in front of the glazed mirror, looking at her cold face.
Time passed by, and her eyes were fixed on the scar on her face, and there was almost a double image in front of her eyes.
However, a quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, and an hour passed, but the wound on her face did not show any signs of healing. What's more, it was only a light blue gray at first, but now it has turned into a thick gray black.
And the most frightening thing was that the wound that was only slightly itchy at first became more and more painful and itchy.
In the mirror, the thin scar spread out in the blink of an eye. Although it didn't rot, it seemed that after being kneaded by someone, thin uneven wrinkles appeared around the scar.
At this moment, the originally thin and small scar suddenly became extremely obvious, like a small centipede lying across Suzaku's soft and white face, it looked extremely terrifying and disgusting.
"Ah! My face! My face!" Suzaku stared wide-eyed, looking at the twisted ball in the mirror, full of frightened face and gray and black scars on his face, and screamed terribly.