"Whew. et” In the pool, as soon as Qingge surfaced, he took a few big breaths.
Turning his head to look around at the unfamiliar scenery around him, he frowned silently, and a moment of confusion flashed in his clear eyes.
She didn't die Dumping Song, the first agent poison doctor of the 21st century, specializes in poison and martial arts.
Dumping is her code name, and over time, it has also become her name.
Not long ago, she was ordered to go on a secret mission to the primeval forests of the southern hemisphere.
Unexpectedly, on the way, he encountered a major earthquake that has not been encountered in a century.
In order to save her companions, she accidentally fell into a crack in the ground.
I thought that I would definitely die this time, but I didn't expect to fall into this pool and pick up a life.
"Heh, it looks like luck is good this time."
Qingge looked around at the silent waterhole around her, and hooked her lips silently.
It seems that the great earthquake has passed.
Then she just needs to find a way to get together with her companions.
Dumping Song floated on the surface of the water and took a deep breath of the fresh air around him.
The cold air entered her throat, causing her to tremble subconsciously.
I was stunned.
She remembered that it was the height of summer, so how could she feel cold Qingge frowned tightly, subconsciously lowered his head, and looked at the black tights on his body.
When facing the eyes, the long dress that is broken can no longer be broken.
Qingge's always cold face couldn't help but stir up a wave.
It's not her clothes.
Wrong.
Even this body is not hers.
Qingge looked at the ten slender white fingers in front of him, and turned over and over in front of his face in disbelief.
She has been in the company of poison and silver needles for a long time, and her fingers are not so weak at all.
This kind of hand is more like the hand of the eldest lady in the boudoir.
Qingge subconsciously lowered his head and continued to look at him along his fingers.
In the wrist side, the bracelet of the original style.
Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression became solemn again.
This bracelet is something she has worn since she was a child.
She was an orphan since she was a child and never knew about her origins.
The only thing that can prove her background is this ancient bracelet.
Tilting Ge stared at the bracelet on his wrist, and his eyes, which had always been cold, involuntarily crossed a trace of gloom, and then quickly regained his calm.
I was about to get up from the waterhole and take a closer look at what the hell I had fallen into.
Not far behind him, a strange cold breath suddenly broke in.
Dumping Song turned around suddenly: "Who" As soon as the words came out, he was immediately stunned by his childish voice.
After only a moment's pause, the cold breath was already blowing in his face, grabbing Qingge's neck and pressing her straight towards the rock face behind her.
In front of the rough rock, the woman's petite body is as thin as a cicada's wings.
The white and petite body against the rough rock behind her revealed a unique seductive beauty, and even made people forget her ugly face like a ghost.
Yun Linghan stared straight at the pair of clear and crystalline eyes behind him through that ugly face.
The voice is cold and low: "Who are you?"
Hearing the sound of the cold ice still like a heavenly sound, Qingge couldn't help but be stunned.
Subconsciously raised his head and looked at the owner of the voice.
When facing the face of the man in front of him, Qingge only felt that his breath was stagnant.
Rao is eyes have always been cold, and he can't help but scratch a touch of amazement: "What a beautiful man." ”: