When I was a salted fish villain, I offended the reborn empress

The speaker was a woman, stooped, emaciated, gray-haired, her appearance was covered by loose hair, her voice sounded very young and beautiful, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, melodious and charming, but unfortunately, just looking at her appearance, she He looked like a dying old man with a cane in his hand.

What is particularly eye-catching is that this woman with a sweet voice and a dilapidated appearance is wearing a dirty shabby cloth, without shoes and sleeves, and the whole has a yellowish feeling, with a striking word embroidered on the back.

Vigorous and powerful, black pen and ink.

It is the word slave of a slave.

In addition, there is a pair of heavy and thick shackles on the woman's ankles.

The shackles were made of pure iron, and two iron balls the size of watermelons were thrown at the same time to add weight to the woman, just like a felony prisoner.

obviously.

The speaking woman is a slave.

And it's the most humble and lowly kind of lowly slave.

Because although the status of a general servant is humble, they will also have clean and tidy clothes and a pair of shoes that can keep warm, at least they will not have heavy iron ball shackles on their ankles.

rustling—

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and the white hair in front of the woman's face was blown up by the wind, revealing her appearance.

The woman has a delicate and crystal-clear chin, with sharp edges and corners, without any fat, beautiful lines, and just the right curvature.

Upward are the full and bright red lips, warm and lustrous, as attractive and beautiful as cherries.

The looming teeth are whiter than the first snow in winter, flawless and spotless, like the most perfect mutton jade in the world.

The upturned nose, slender eyelashes, and bright and beautiful eyes like autumn water all make people marvel at the miracle of the Creator.

It is hard to imagine that the owner of this picturesque face is actually a slave.

sieve--

The wind is stronger.

The white hair is completely flying.

Let all the faces of the woman fully appear.

It was a striking and ferocious scar.

Impressively engraved on the woman's beautiful face.

Extending obliquely from the left sideburn, like a meandering stream, to the lower left of the woman's cheek, if she turned her face sideways, it would not be easy to notice, but unfortunately it is very obvious at this moment, breaking the harmonious and beautiful face of the woman .

It's like cutting a mouthful with scissors on a picture scroll of a treasured masterpiece, it's so disharmonious.

"Blood sense? Since you have said that, Xue'er, it means that the two strong men just now are undoubtedly human race."

Zi Liuyun was right in front of the woman with the scar, and spoke lightly, but no sound came out, but words reached the woman's mind.

This is the secret method of sound transmission, so the practitioners around can't hear it.

"Can the human race also cultivate to the highest level?"

Zi Liuyun's eyes gradually changed, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, but he seemed to be expecting something.

The figure of the woman named Xue'er trembled slightly, and the white hair in front of her eyes scattered after the wind stopped, covering her face again.

"Owner."

Xue'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zi Liuyun.

"The two of them broke the shackles. They must have a big unknown secret, and they are not afraid of the monstrous background. If they can know the real reason. Xueer, the fate of your human race may change because of it."

According to these words, it is enough to show that this woman named Xue'er is of the human race.