"Thank you for all these years."
After listening, Deng couldn't help but grasp Wu's hand. Thinking of her life as a military prostitute in recent years, she could fully understand the bitterness of being unable to control one's own life.
"Pfft..."
Unexpectedly, Aunt Wu burst out laughing and winked at Madam Deng, saying, "You've forgotten that I come from a matriarchal society. Sleeping with men is a cushy job!"
Deng: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"cough…"
The twelve guards suppressed their laughter and calmed themselves down before saying, "If you want to go first, that's fine. Let Eleven and Twelve escort you. You're seriously injured right now, and it's inconvenient for you to walk alone."
"That's fine then, thank you very much, Chief."
Originally, all of them were subjects of the Wuya Dynasty, working together for the Empress. Therefore, Aunt Wu accepted this kindness without any pressure.
"I'll eat this."
At this moment, Jun Feijue thought for a moment, then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it to Aunt Wu.
"This is?"
Aunt Wu opened it with a puzzled look, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out, making people feel relaxed and happy.
"Seven-Exhaustion Pill can quickly heal internal injuries."
Jun Feijue said calmly, "With your high cultivation level, eating a few more should be enough."
"Thank you, Lord Jun."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Wu was taken aback at first, then thanked her gratefully.
I never expected that this little girl in front of me, who looks cold, is actually warm-hearted.
"My lord, our master prefers to be called Lord."
At this moment, Fan Qiyue smiled slightly and said calmly.
"Ah...oh...the little beauty is right!"
Aunt Wu, who had initially shown gratitude, instantly became amazed upon seeing Fan Qiyue and nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, Your Excellency, that's a very nice way to address you."
The Twelve Dark Guards: "..."
After swallowing several Qijie Pills in succession, Aunt Wu, who originally needed two or three days to recover from her injuries, was completely healed in no time.
"Hiss... This... This stuff is even more effective than Soul Nourishing Pills and Chicken Blood Pills!"
Aunt Wu was stunned when she saw the porcelain bottle in her hand. "With this pill, what use is there for elixirs!"
"Is it really that good?"
Upon hearing this, all twelve guards spoke with eager expressions.
"Yeah, it's really super useful."
Aunt Wu smiled slightly, then ignored the hints from the others and put the item directly into her storage container.
Just kidding, of course I'd keep this kind of treasure to myself; I would never give it away to someone else so easily!
However, thinking about how she had eaten so many in one go, she felt a pang of regret. She decided to keep the rest safe for a rainy day.
It's amazing, I don't know where the lord got such a good thing from, he just casually gave her a whole bottle, how incredibly generous!
The Twelve Dark Guards: "..."
We're both from the Wuya Dynasty, why are you being so stingy!
"Then, Third Princess, I shall take my leave now."
After confirming that her injuries had almost healed, Aunt Wu first bowed to Zhan Wushuang, then clasped her hands in a fist salute to everyone and said, "See you again in our Wuya Dynasty."
"Okay, be careful on your way."
Zhan Wushuang held this person who had made great sacrifices for the country in high esteem, and only then did he suddenly ask, "By the way, what is your real name?"
"Me..."
Aunt Wu smiled mischievously, then flew away on her sword, her voice carrying far away, "You Ciren."
Everyone: "..."
Watching that dashing figure disappear into the distance, everyone had only one thought in their minds: the written language, passed down for tens of thousands of years, is indeed profound and extensive.
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