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become a servant girl

The two of them came to the front hall one after another. Rong Ling was already sitting there. There were three other people in the position. Except for Xue Lang, they were all the subordinates they saw that day.

Qian Xi found a place casually, and just as she was about to sit down, she heard Rong Ling say, "Come here."

come over?

Where to go?

Sit next to him?

Qian Xi pursed her lips, she was unwilling to do so! She slowly walked to Rong Ling's side, and just as she was about to sit down, she heard Rong Ling say, "Stand behind me, Bucai."

What?

Nani?

Qian Xi dug her ears and thought for a moment that she was hallucinating, Bunai?

"Why do I want cloth dishes?"

Qian Xi asked subconsciously.

Of course Rong Ling would not answer. At this time, the talkative Xue Lang was able to explain everything at once.

"Qian Xi, the room you slept in last night was a second-class room. I just wanted to give you a feel for it. You will move to a fourth-class room tonight. Your identity in the Prince's Mansion is that of a maid, taking care of His Highness's food, clothing, housing and transportation."

"What?"

Qian Xi had a ferocious look on her face and almost bit off her own tongue. Fortunately, she was happy and had a dreamless night last night. It turned out to be a sweet treat.

"Well, the rules of the Prince's Mansion are strict. You must be promoted based on your performance. How can you live in a second-class room without doing anything? If you perform meritorious service in the future, your status will naturally improve."

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is the Blood Eagle. The one you have seen is the Black Fox and the Black Panther."

Xue Lang pointed at the other two men and introduced them.

But Qian Xi was in a state of almost exploding. How could she be in the mood to say hello? She was gasping for air. Rong Ling... knew that this guy wouldn't be so kind.

Fourth-class room, cloth dishes, she was really reduced to a maid.

No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't make any mistakes. He walked up behind Rong Ling angrily and said, "Rong Ling, I don't want to be your maid."

"Then show your worth."

Unexpectedly, Rong Ling replied to her immediately, then raised his hand and took off the silver mask on his face.

Before Qian Xi could say anything, she saw him taking off his mask. She immediately turned around and came to the side. She wanted to see what kind of damage Rong Ling's face was. It must be very ugly.

But unexpectedly, what catches his eyes is a delicate chin, which is like a work of art, and the red lips, thin and tight, with a kind of cold stubbornness and toughness, the lips are pink, like cherry blossoms, extremely beautiful.

Rong Ling still wears a mask above her mouth, but the exposed part is so beautiful...

If this man's face hadn't been destroyed, he would definitely be the most beautiful person in the world.

"Have seen enough?"

The red lips parted slightly, and the cold air hit her.

For some reason, Qian Xi really had the urge to take off Rong Ling's mask to see what this man looked like, and whether his original stunning appearance could be vaguely discerned through his broken face.

However, Qian Xi really did this. She raised her hand and grabbed Rong Ling's mask. The speed was extremely fast and the target was extremely accurate. However, before she could get close, her arm was twisted directly. The force seemed to be

It was like breaking her wrist with such force.

Qianxi was in severe pain and her eyebrows were furrowed, but she didn't scream and she actually held it back.

"He is as bold as ever." Rong Ling said.

"I just wanted to see."

Qian Xi said.

"Oh……!"

Rong Ling's lips curled up, evil and indifferent, and he let go of Qian Xi's hand, "Don't look at it, even if it's ruined, it will definitely look better than you."

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