Beiting Huang quickly glanced at the portrait in the warrior's hand. She didn't know who it was, but it actually made her handsome and beautiful face look so unsightly. Her originally lively eyes turned into a pair of dull and lifeless fish eyes, and she couldn't help but feel especially angry.
Mu Qingling was already trembling in fear. She whispered to Beiting Huang, "Little Ninth, could it be that they caught you?"
"Girl, what are you talking about? I'm as beautiful as a flower, beautiful, and handsome. Look at the portrait in that person's hand. Can it compare to me?" After Beiting Huang finished speaking, she pulled Mu Qingling forward and asked the warriors politely, "May I ask who you're looking for?"
