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Chapter 8
On the evening of the second day, an elderly woman came to Sangning's wing.

Ever since she went out for a stroll last night and met Shu Yu, the nagging God of Plague, Sang Ning stayed in the wing room all day today and didn't go anywhere.

Fortunately, Shu Yu didn't come to seek revenge on her, otherwise, with the spiritual power of her current body, she couldn't beat Shu Yu out of ten.

It's really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. Back then, she was invincible in the Six Realms, and she really didn't lose her nose when she met Shu Yu.

But looking at the Six Realms, only she can draw a little with him.

Sang Ning always believed that if Shu Yu hadn't been born thousands of years earlier than her, she wouldn't have defeated him.

Up to now, Shu Yu is more than 1 years older than her, and I'm afraid she won't be able to flatter her.

Sang Ning sighed in resignation, gritted his teeth unwillingly after thinking about it, and said, "Old man!"

"What did the girl say?"

The woman next to her could only vaguely hear Sang Ning muttering something in a low voice, and asked with a smile.

"Is the girl dissatisfied with how her hair is combed?"

The woman spoke softly, for fear of shocking the beauty who looked like a fairy.

Sang Ning cleared his throat, glanced casually at the bronze mirror, waved his hands and replied, "No, it's pretty pretty."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and brought her a dress with pearls and silver decorations for her to put on.

Sang Ning glanced lazily, but couldn't help being dazed for a moment.

The dress is made of human material, and it looks very luxurious at first glance, but this is not the point. The point is that the dress has a little ingenuity in its workmanship. It is obviously luxurious everywhere, but it has a feeling of being like a fairy. Her favorite purple in her previous life.

Something flashed in Sang Ning's mind, but when she thought about it carefully, the aura disappeared again.

She frowned, always feeling that she had overlooked something important.

"Who prepared this dress?"

Sang Ning asked the woman next to her with crooked eyebrows, and smiled harmlessly.

The woman responded softly: "This is the order of the city lord. Miss Sang is the most beautiful of all the ladies, so she naturally wants the most exquisite dress." She was afraid of shocking the people in the sky, so she explained carefully .

"All the ladies?"

"Miss Sang doesn't know something. Wuxiang Xianjun seems to have been secretly looking for a girl these years. If Nancheng finds this girl for Xianjun, then Nancheng will be under Xianjun's wings from now on."

The woman looked at the beautiful girl calmly, but didn't say anything, Wuxiang Xianjun would pay more attention to the girl in purple clothes every time.

From the moment the city lord saw this girl Sang, he felt that she had hope, so he gave her the purple dress that Xiu Niang spent several months making.

"Who is Wuxiangxianjun?"

Sang Ning blinked her big innocent eyes and looked at Mammy, who softened her heart for a while, and couldn't help explaining: "How long did Wuxiang Xianjun practice Qi, but now he is only twenty and three years old, and he has already reached the sky-high level. The land is unrivaled genius.”

Sang Ning touched it, but he didn't expect that the liar monk still had a few tricks.

Seeing Sang Ning meditating, the woman thought that the fairy king still had an appearance that was as incomparable as his spells, like a god-man, and anyone who stood in front of him would be eclipsed.

No, if the girl in front of her, she might not be overshadowed by him, on the contrary, she might complement each other.

The woman was startled by the thoughts in her heart, and quickly threw the messy thoughts out of her mind.

"Miss Sang doesn't have to worry, Wuxiang Xianjun Yun Junzi, although he has been looking for people for many years, he has never taken any girl with him, and Xiangbiao Xianjun only wants the person he is looking for."

Pretty principled.

Sang Ning narrowed her eyes and commented silently, it seems that this Wuxiang Xianjun is not what she thought much before.

The woman put out rouge and powder again, intending to lightly daub it on Sang Ning's face, but she raised her hand to Sang Ning's flawless white porcelain face for a long while, not knowing where to start.

How can such a goddess be polluted by vulgar things?

The woman looked at Sang Ning in a daze for a long time, and Sang Ning asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Sang, the old slave was distracted for a while, I hope you don't blame me."

Sang Ning waved his hands indifferently, and didn't bother to guess what the woman was thinking.

She nods and wraps her purple skirt around the lace, her low eyebrows look very cute.

The woman was startled again by her amazement, and then carefully placed a bright red flower tin on Sang Ning's eyebrows.

Sang Ning heard the deep inhalation of the servant girl behind her, and even the woman looked at her old fingers in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that this was the beauty she could transform.

She raised her eyes and casually looked into the bronze mirror in front of her. The bright tinsel was the finishing touch, adding a touch of charm to her fairy spirit. When her eyes rolled around, she was full of charm, like a bird that seduces people. A goblin who doesn't want to leave.

Sang Ning was not used to staring at the indescribably beautiful face in the mirror.

She has mixed feelings in her heart, as she is now, she is more like a vixen than that dead fox.

In this life, her face is indeed somewhat attractive, and the appearance of Ziyou Goddess in the previous life can be regarded as a first-class beauty, but at this moment, Sang Ning, the little vine spirit, is much more beautiful than her. What's more, it seems to want to show off the beauty of the flowers and the moon.

In the end, the woman rolled up high temples for Sang Ning, and put purple jade buds and flowers with dewdrops on them.

"Miss Sang is so beautiful."

The maidservant behind her muttered to herself.

The woman is much calmer now than before, "Miss Sang, please follow the old slave to the left wing."

Sang Ning got up, and the skirt dragging on the ground almost tripped her, and the maid behind her hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

She kicked the hem of the skirt and couldn't help muttering: "It looks good, but it's a little too complicated..."

"What did Miss Sang say?"

"Well, nothing, let's go."

Walking to a deep path, Sang Ning with sharp ears heard the voice of a woman crying, "Brother Li, have you found out where my lady is?"

"Que'er, your girl knows magic, so where did she go to practice? Besides, although Miss Zhang is the niece of the city lord, the city lord has always regarded her as his own daughter for so many years. Everyone in Nancheng knows about it. , no one dares to trouble Miss Zhang."

The man's voice whispered comfortingly.

"But it's the first time that Miss has been away for such a long time and hasn't left any news. I'm afraid..."

The rustling sound went away, and it was the two who left.

Sang Ning silently glanced at the woman and the maid, seeing that they were not looking sideways, she probably didn't hear them, she was not interested in these trivial matters, so she just casually listened to something irrelevant.

"Miss Sang, after Phaseless Immortal Monarch's dust-cleaning feast begins, you will go in with them, and someone will guide you when the time comes."

The woman took Sang Ning to a side room and bid farewell to her.

(End of this chapter)