In the morning, the sky was gray and the air was stuffy and humid. It was not as dry as late autumn and early winter. The leaves were still and there was no wisp of wind blowing through the air.
Duanmu Minya was sitting in front of the window, looking at the gloomy sky, her heroic eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her dark eyes were narrowed, and a trace of surprise quickly passed through her eyes. Her mood was as gloomy as the gray sky.
, uneasy, is this the calm before the storm?
As if she felt that an unusual storm was coming, and the feeling of rain and rain filling the building became more and more solemn, Duanmu Minya suddenly closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and relaxed her whole body. She wanted to think and concentrate.
Spiritual thinking.
It's been a long time! It's been a long time! As if hundreds of years have passed, her naturally sensitive sixth sense has returned.
It has been a long, long time since this feeling has appeared. Could it be that what she is facing now is something related to her life?
How else could this intense sixth of hers appear?
Duanmu Minya suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes as cold as knives and frost were splashing with light, and an expression that did not belong to a young lady like her who had never been out of the house appeared in her eyes.
face.
It is a kind of domineering spirit that is sharper and richer than that of the American cheetah, and of course it has a chilling killing intent.
"Xiaolin." Duanmu Minya, who had been looking at the gray sky without speaking, suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiaolin, who had the ability to make you unaware of her existence even if she was standing next to you, and called out in a low voice.
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"Yes, my servant is here. Does the princess have any instructions?"
Xiaolin took a step forward and bowed respectfully. She thought that this princess had turned into a fossil. She could just sit quietly looking at the sky and say nothing all morning. What kind of concentration was this?
If you were to say that she was a monk in front of you, you can still believe that she didn't feel much surprised after sitting there for a whole day.
But the person in front of her was Duanmu Minyao, a person known for being unruly and willful. She could sit quietly all morning without any major changes in her posture. Could this not surprise her?
Not everyone can do this, and even she may not be able to do what she is now.
"This princess is going back to her own courtyard now. You have people prepare for it. I'm going back now."
With her current body, she would not be able to walk out of this courtyard, so Duanmu Minya didn't want to show off and give orders to Xiaolin.
"Princess, please calm down. Xiaolin's service is not good enough?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaolin immediately knelt down and kowtowed, and said worriedly.