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Hmm? It feels pretty good. The figure is indeed surprisingly good. Xiang Xueer raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Qingtian, who was sitting in front. She noticed him suddenly blush, unable to say much. In ancient times, there were strict distinctions between men and women; even looking at someone's feet required turning away, let alone being so close together.
"What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" Xiang Xueer tilted her head to look at his face, blinking her eyes playfully. However, the man lowered his head and chuckled, "You little child, don't tease adults on purpose!"
Little child? Adult? Xiang Xueer thought to herself. Well, my perfect 36-inch chest has turned into an airport, and with my current disheveled appearance, it's a miracle if I can attract a man without scaring him away, especially someone as outstanding as him.
Damn it, just wait for me! I never let go of the dishes I like. Sooner or later, I'll make you fall at my feet. I, Xiang Xueer, can conquer anyone; there's no man I can't charm.
This is another world, in the year 253 AD, in the Izumo Kingdom. The country has been in constant civil war, with warlords rising everywhere amidst the smoke of battle, which has led to an increase in demonic activity. As a result, the profession of Exorcist has become increasingly sought after and admired by all the youth.
The Ouyang Residence! Xiang Xueer sat on her horse, looking at the grand entrance of the building. Several red-painted pillars were intricately carved with the family crest—luxurious and impressive, exuding an air of authority.
"You've arrived home!" Qingtian reached out to help her down from the horse. Xiang Xueer looked at the two guards standing at the entrance and slowly walked over. As soon as they turned to see her, their expressions immediately darkened.
"Ah, look! It seems like the fool is back?" One guard pointed at Xiang Xueer as she approached with Qingtian behind her and was momentarily surprised: "What's going on? How could Young Master Qingtian from Blue Dye be with her?"
"Fool?" The guard exclaimed in disbelief. Xiang Xueer's brows furrowed instantly; their disdainful gazes scratched at her heart like a cat's claws, igniting a desire to slap them.
She held back for a moment and saw one of them rush into the residence, shouting loudly: "Master! Master! The Third Miss is back!"
"The Third Miss is back? The Third Miss is back?"
As soon as Xiang Xueer stepped into the house, from the butler to the maid sweeping the floor, everyone looked at her with astonished expressions. She touched her face and wondered what was wrong. Could it be that my face is too dirty?
At the same time, sitting in the lobby enjoying tea was the head of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Zhentian. He also had another identity: he was the father of Ouyang Jiaorong, currently inhabiting the body of Xiang Xueer.
He was leisurely sipping his tea when he suddenly heard a guard shout loudly, nearly choking on his drink. He quickly set down his teacup and turned to glare at the panicked guard, saying, "What are you shouting about? What's so surprising about that fool coming back?"
"Hmph! That fool was captured by the Headless Demon, and yet he managed to return alive?" He slammed his teacup down with a loud thud, frowning in displeasure as he disdainfully looked at Xiang Xueer, who was slowly walking in from outside.
Suddenly, his gaze swept over to Lan Ran Qingtian, who was following behind her. He asked the guard in shock with a sidelong glance, "What's going on? Why is Qingtian from the Blue Dye Clan back with her?"
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