You Are My Rare Passion

The waiter yelled at her, one guest room, two barrels of hot water, as if she and Cang Yingzhou were going to take a bath together in the same guest room.

Sure enough, the people downstairs began to stare at her and Cang Yingzhou, whispering to each other, guessing which family this spoiled daughter-in-law had such a quirk, and liked to share a bath with a bloody male slave in the same room. .

Yin Wu rolled her eyes and rushed into the guest room quickly, followed by Cang Yingzhou.

Two buckets of hot water were quickly brought into the house. Cang Yingzhou looked at the iron shackles under his feet, "Does the girl have any weapons on her?"

"..." A dagger came and was given to Gong Zhenyu's horse. "I'm going to find the waiter to get the kitchen knife."

The waiter brought the kitchen knife in and hid outside the door holding the window open, refusing to leave, hoping to peek at the show.

Yinwu looked out the window at the stupid thief who had punched a hole in the window, leaving one eye exposed. She couldn't laugh or cry, and threw out a piece of broken silver, "Get out!"

The waiter groaned, covered his eyes, picked up the broken silver, and ran away in a mess.

"I'll do it myself." Cang Yingzhou took the kitchen knife and swung it hard at the iron shackles. There was a "clang" and sparks flew out. The kitchen knife made a cut, but not even a white mark was left on the iron shackles.

"Eh?" Yinwu blinked at Tie Shao, "You have a good background, right? That sixth prince is willing to greet you with such a good thing."

Cang Yingzhou threw the kitchen knife, "They sealed my Qi."

The implication is that if he is really angry, this is just a pile of scrap metal.

At the mention of zhenqi, Yinwu's eyes lit up, "I'll give it a try!"

She stared at Cang Yingzhou's shackles, and used the tip of her index finger to swipe it with her zhenqi. There was another "crack" sound, and the chain broke. It was just the first time she did this kind of work, and she missed her accuracy. By the way, Cang Yingzhou's ankle was cut open, and blood spattered everywhere.

She stuck out her tongue and said, "I'll be careful this time!"

The index finger waved again, and the chain on the other foot was broken again.

She picked up the black gold chain on the ground and looked at the broken stubble, feeling proud.

This internal strength is extraordinary!

It's a pity that Zuo Tianye doesn't allow his men to transfer their internal energy to her. Otherwise, each of them will lose ten years to her. Isn't it just around the corner to gather a hundred years of internal energy and blow a voiceless spell to shock the world and control all beasts?

"Young girl knows how to control sword energy?" Cang Yingzhou's black eyes were filled with surprise.

Yinwu smiled and said, "It's just superficial."

Cang Yingzhou's originally dark pupils became darker.

Who is she?

What's the origin?

After saving him, what do you want?

"You take a shower first, and I'll go out for a walk and buy some things."

Yinwu closed the door and went out, went to the drugstore and bought some trauma medicine, then walked around Yujin's mansion in Jinglan, Beicheng, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Cang Yingzhou's voice was tight and full of vigilance.

"Me." Yinwu responded.

"Girl, please come in!"

Yinwu pushed the door open and went in, then opened her mouth halfway and looked straight in the eyes.

The man in front of me... is that... male slave?

The blood stains on his face and body have been washed away by the man in front of him. At this moment, he has black hair in brocade clothes, strong lines, and deep facial features. He is as strong as a knife or an axe. He has an air of temperament, fierce and wild, and fierce and sharp. In no way does he look like the man who was killed. Being a male slave driven by cattle and horses?

The only drawback was that he was still barefoot, and blood was flowing out from under his feet, soaking the ground.

Yin Wu frowned, "Is your foot seriously injured?"

"Just a few bone-penetrating nails." He answered lightly, glancing at them.