Special Forces Empress, has arrived!

  Tang Lin looked at the two people in front of her, the man was cold and handsome, the woman was icy and beautiful, they passed muster in terms of appearance, but she couldn't "smell" the flavor of bandits on them. She raised an eyebrow, "Robbery? Are you sure you're robbers?"

  These two were secretly protecting the Holy Lord's inner guards, Yī Táng and Yī Shuāng. / They received a secret signal from the Holy Lord and intercepted Tang Lin's path.

  Tang Lin was not afraid of them, which surprised them. They appeared at night, still with a cold demeanor, making people think they were midnight killers. Those who saw them would show a fearful expression, but Tang Lin did not.

  Not only was Tang Lin not afraid in the slightest, but she also didn't believe they were robbers.

  Yi Feng and Yi Tang exchanged a meaningful glance, this glance told each other that their masters had encountered a mysterious woman.

  The two exchanged a glance and then looked at Tang Lin together.

  Yi Feng didn't believe that Tang Lin was really not afraid of him, so he decided to scare her. Immediately, she picked up the sword in her hand, and in an instant, the precious sword that had not been unsheathed was already placed on Tang Lin's left shoulder, only half a small thumb away from Tang Lin's delicate neck. With just a light slash, her neck would be bleeding.

  But when the sword was on her own shoulders, Tang Lin's eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, and her gaze still smiled at Yifeng, gradually, the curve of her mouth became more enchanting, beautiful to the point of being mesmerizing.

  Yi Feng was shocked, "You really aren't afraid of my sword?"

  Tang Lin raised a confident smile, "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? I can see that your martial arts skills are high, killing someone should be an instant matter, but on you, I neither smell the scent of banditry nor feel any murderous aura. Tell me, should I be afraid?"

  One frost one time refuted did not go back, then collected back the sword, "My martial arts are high again, but 56 book library Tang Lin's identity. That full body dressed another kind of woman, she is after all which country's person?

  Jūn Dié Xuān

  The government has lifted the lockdown on Jun Die Xuan, so today, Jun Die Xuan is open for business as usual.

  As soon as the Jun Die Xuan opens its doors, the Feng Yue Lou can forget about having any business. Yesterday, I saw the girls from Feng Yue Lou standing at their door with it closed, but today, Jun Die Xuan's business is booming again, while theirs has not seen a single customer all day. At this moment, these girls are either standing at the entrance or leaning on the railing of the second floor corridor, looking at Jun Die Xuan's doors with expressions of admiration and envy.

  Inside Jun Die Xuan, the staff were busy running around non-stop.

  Tang Lin walked out of the studio and saw Feng Wu dancing in front of her. She asked, "Feng Wu, have you seen Xue Yan?"

  Phoenix Butterfly thought for a moment and worried: "It's been two days since I saw him, what if something happened?"

  "Have I returned?" Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives.

  Tang Lin and Feng Die Wu heard the sound and looked towards the staircase entrance.

  Han Xueyan, dressed as a man, was coming up from downstairs. Before she even reached the second floor, someone had already started looking for her, so she responded with a "hello". As soon as she got upstairs, she saw Tang Lin and Feng Yiwu staring at her, waving at them with a smile that couldn't be any sweeter, "Little Sister Tang, Sister Wu, I'm back?"

  The person who had been worried for two days finally appeared, which made Tang Lin both angry and helpless. The tone of this sentence was severe and full of anger, asking: "Where have you been for the past two days?"

  "What's wrong?" Tang Lin's fiery temper and questioning tone made Han Xueyan a little afraid, at the same time, her heart also felt a warmth that was so familiar.

  "Where did he go?" Tang Lin's words were repeated, but his tone was no longer so vicious.

  Han Xue pouted and lowered her head, not wanting to tell the truth.

  Tang Lin was so angry that she turned around and went back to her workshop, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang".

  Phoenix Butterfly Dance didn't have as much anger as Tang Lin, she said to Han Xueyan: "Go wash up first, look at your face, the dark circles under your eyes are so black, take a bath and sleep well."

  "Oh." Han Xueyan responded softly and went downstairs again.

  Today, the elegant room had few guests. Fengdie danced lightly and thought of going downstairs to help everyone, but then she thought that Tanglin was still in a bad mood, so she walked to the door of the workroom and knocked on it.

  Tang Lin's cold voice came out, "Come in."

  With permission, Fengdie pushed open the door of the studio that wasn't locked, originally thinking Tanglin was still in a huff and would see a puffed up face, but there wasn't one.

  "Xiao Tang." Feng Die walked over to the work desk opposite him.

  "Feng Wu, is that you?" She had thought it was Han Xueyan, but unexpectedly it was Feng Die Wu, Tang Lin was slightly surprised.

  The phoenix butterfly danced and sat down, saying softly: "I thought you were angry with Xue Yan."

  "How could I," said Tang Lin, "take someone else's matter and use it to punish myself?"

  "Your attitude is really good."

  Tang Lin raised an eyebrow, "What's with the sour tone? Did you have a falling out with your crush or something?"

  Phoenix Butterfly's face turned red, and she laughed awkwardly: "Little Tang, what are you talking about? I didn't have a falling out with my sweetheart... no, no, no," realizing her mistake, she quickly waved her hand to clarify, "I mean, I don't have a sweetheart."

  "Really?" Tang Lin looked at Feng Die Wu and asked again.

  The butterfly dance was stared at by her, making her body feel weak, her momentum weakening, and she licked her tongue, "Xiao Tang, I, I, really don't have, don't have someone in my heart?" With a holy heart.

  From her hesitant words, Tang Lin thought she had a crush on someone even more, "Be honest, is there or isn't there?"

  "...Yes."

  "Who is it?" Tang Lin asked with great joy, as if inquiring about who had won the lottery.

  The phoenix butterfly danced and stroked its scorching cheek, facing the door, stuttering: "He... he is..."

  The Holy Lord returned from outside and went straight to the guest house upstairs to find Tang Lin. His men had already walked to the door of the workshop, coincidentally meeting Feng Die's line of sight...

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