Elder Huafeng couldn't help laughing.

"Ri'er, after so long, you are still as careful as before."

Shi Ruier's lips curled slightly.

"Be careful to sail the ship for a thousand years."

While talking, a group of people finally arrived in front of Jiang Zhiyuan.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked at Elder Huafeng and others with excitement, her eyes were red:

"Elder, please save me!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the strange face.

Elder Huafeng pointed at her and asked:

"Jiang Zhiyuan? Your face..."

Jiang Zhiyuan remembered something and quickly explained:

"Oh, this is a mask, which I use to cover up my appearance..."

As she said that, her hand fumbled around her jaw for a while, then slowly took off a mask as thin as a cicada's wing.

The face under the mask is indeed Jiang Zhiyuan.

But at this moment, for some reason, a scratch about an inch long appeared on the left cheek.

It was like a fierce battle, being scratched by someone with some kind of sharp weapon.

The originally beautiful and charming face was destroyed by this wound and became a bit terrifying.

In addition, she looked haggard and her lips were pale and chapped, which made her look even more scary.

Noting everyone's sight, Jiang Zhiyuan remembered the scars on her face and hurriedly reached out to cover it.

But when I touched the wound that was rolling with blood, my heart was trembling and extremely uncomfortable.

Elder Huafeng frowned:
Chapter completed!