Extremely ugly appearance

  The forest is quiet, as if only this pure white jade face can make the world lose its color.

  Three thousand crows' ink, slowly dispersing in the wind, like a unfolding ink painting, the scenery is so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

  White and black, so strangely blended in a man, not at all incongruous, like Tai Chi, soft on the surface, with sharp edges inside, centered around a dark and profound bottomless pit.

  This perfect man seemed so sacred that one didn't dare desecrate him, but Hua Yexing only saw a sheet of icy coldness behind him.

  So cold facial paralysis man.

  It seemed that Mother was staring at the man in front of her. Huamu grabbed Mother's hem anxiously: Mom, he doesn't look as good as Mumu, does he?

  Hua Yu Nian lowered her head and looked at her son, suddenly hesitating as she thought of pinching his small face again.

  When my fingers touched my son's face, I looked at his eyes, peach blossoms with vermilion phoenix eyes, silly pupils on the surface, blinking like a cave that sucked people's souls, and they were similar to these two men in front of me who had their own spring and autumn.

  Like being electrocuted, Hua Xiyan suddenly withdrew her fingers and shook off the thoughts in her mind.

  Thank God, her son is absolutely not the son of some big shot or rich guy.

  She tapped her son's head again: "Foolish child, even if your mother was blind, how could she have chosen this kind of man?"

  A man who is too handsome is like a poisonous weed by your side, good-looking but useless, and will only harm yourself.

  A figure in green appeared before her and shouted: "Remove your veil, bow your head and admit guilt, and I can spare your lives."

  Huā yè yán xīn dǐ āi tàn. Huà shuō, tā shì nǎ lǐ dé zuì tāmen le? Méi jié cái, méi jié sè, méi gòu chéng fànzuì ba.

  Translation:

  Flower evening Yan sighed in her heart. The story says, where did she offend them? She didn't rob their wealth, she didn't rob their beauty, and she didn't commit a crime.

  The son in her arms was more anxious than she was.

  What's going to happen now? Mother and son will be taken away together and thrown into prison, but they are absolutely innocent.

  Huā Yùyán didn't have time to cover her son's mouth.

  The little girl's eyebrows were furrowed in anger and she shouted: "You can't arrest me and my mother, we are not bandits."

  "Isn't your mother going to kidnap someone?"

  Xiao Muqiu was furious, this stubborn guy wouldn't listen to reason. His mother had clearly said: "My mother said she looks down on you two, don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat!"

  Toad?

  Swan?

  Everyone's gaze, without exception, rested on the white garment that was pointed out as a toad.

  With an arrogant gaze, the delicate eyebrows that once disregarded the world's attention now furrowed in a subtle yet extreme tension.

  Plop.

  Falling from the tree to the ground, Yun Chen Jing held onto the trunk and panted heavily, laughing so hard that her intestines were about to cramp up.

  The color on Wan's face was shrouded under the shade of the trees, and it wasn't very clear.

  Huā Yù Rǎn is quite pitiful at this moment: her son's innocent and mischievous mouth is truly a poisonous tongue.

  It's just that his own son, every sentence is at odds with this high-and-mighty god-like man.

  "Two young masters, this is a misunderstanding. We really didn't intend to rob your carriage. You see, we haven't touched your money or valuables, nor did we think of killing you and silencing you. Are you not being a bit unjust in condemning us mother and son?"

  They say that there was a cart driver who wasn't affected by her evil spell?

  Holding a jade fan, she opened it with a flourish, swaying as if she were a goddess. The young man called out loudly: "Green Tiger, come over here."

  A purple shadow emerged, responding to the sound, and suddenly fell from somewhere, sweeping across the forest like a ghostly lightning bolt. In an instant, he knelt in front of Yun Chen Jing. His chin was slightly raised, his knee bent humbly, revealing his youthful and handsome profile, with a jade ornament on his forehead. He seemed to be another extraordinary man, yet he only knelt for Yun Chen Jing: "Master Yun, it's not poisoning or internal injury, but rather like being sealed by acupoints. After removing the needle, you can break free."

  So it seems that I'm really not here to assassinate them?

  "Grandfather Wan." Yundian Jing leaned in close to Grandfather Wan's ear, "I think it doesn't seem like...it's not as if..."

  Wan Ye's gaze fell onto the small wooden object in Huayexi's arms, and this child's pair of eyes made him furrow his brow: "Want to release, want to release clearly. Not hijacking our car, who do you want to hijack? If it's a legitimate matter, why wear a mask?"

  After all, I just want to see her face under the black cloth.

  Just watch it then.

  As long as they don't regret it.

  "If I lift the veil and you see my face, can you let me go?"

  A black veil covers her face, but she insists on leaving only her almond-shaped eyes exposed, as if opening a fan window to reveal an infinitely beautiful landscape that beckons people in. Her willow-leaf-like eyes are bright and shining, sparkling with a radiant glow that moves people's hearts, like a crescent moon in the sky, dazzlingly brilliant, shining so brightly it hurts one's eyes.

  But in Yundian Jing's view, this pair of eyes was more than just beautiful.

  Her beautiful pupils were clear and distinct, the black part resembling the precious black pearls in a mussel shell, pretty and valuable, yet extremely dangerous.

  Anyone who dares to touch it will be counter-attacked.

  Suddenly cold! Yundian Jing unknowingly touched his own wrist, as if he had been bitten by something.

  When the time is ripe, the slender and beautiful fingertips grasp the black silk knot tied at the back of the head, gently pulling it open. The black veil greets the wind, like a falling sail blowing away, revealing inch by inch the skin and features underneath.

  All around, at first there was a slow and eerie hissing sound, until the moment when the black silk fell halfway down, suddenly there was a huge reverse suction. Everyone's face was shocked, strange, and the faint sound of inhaling cold air, it seemed that they all involuntarily shivered with fear.

  What a face.

  A beauty with a goose egg face, delicate eyebrows, and unparalleled apricot eyes. Her skin is like jade peaches, her nose small and elegant, her thin lips smiling sweetly, full of charm, uniquely captivating.

  Is it just that peach blossom?

  The one on the right is Taohua, no mistake.

  How about the left side?

  Fiery red, with twisted blood vessels and flesh turned outward, like a worm's intestines crawling on a beautiful face.

  If the entire face is ugly, it's fine. But half of it is stunningly beautiful, while the other half is a ghostly face from hell. The extremely striking contrast hangs on the same face, making people's blood vessels burst, their stomach churn with waves, and they almost vomit with disgust.

  He retched and vomited onto the sandy ground.

  A cloud of dust, a scene of elegance and refinement, a face that flashes by with a hint of surprise, holding a jade fan, suddenly loses its central axis and falls thousands of feet.

  Against the flower dusk color left cheek scar's jade eyes, also being shocked broke a layer of misty light, revealing the flower waves, but just for an instant, again covered by the thick and heavy ice fog, unable to distinguish colors.

  A group of people who were shocked by an extremely ugly appearance stumbled and staggered, supporting each other in twos and threes.

  Until recently a sudden collapse, Yun Chen's complexion changed slightly, raised the fan to cover in front of Wan Ye, frowned: "Poisonous!"

  Everyone immediately changed color and retreated in all directions.

  The woman holding the child in her arms gradually became a blurry figure under the strong sunlight filtering through the trees.

  Yun Chenjing swiftly waved the white fan, and several green shadows simultaneously stretched out their hands to probe forward. Their fingers entered the light circle where Hua Xiyan was standing, but all they grasped was a handful of empty air.

  The person is gone.