Seeing the strange look in the other person's eyes, Zhang Zitong blushed: "It's not what you think. It's mainly because many people in the town saw Fang Biao chasing me out, and capturing me and making me a slave is in line with his style. Also, you can announce to the outside world that I killed all the other subordinates in a counterattack, and all those people's attention will be on me. That way, the possibility of your identity being exposed will be greatly reduced."
Zuan couldn't help but look at her with new eyes: "I didn't expect you to be more than just a pretty face."
Zhang Zitong said coquettishly, "So this is how adults see me."
Zuan was having a bit of a headache. He always seemed to get involved with women, but this time, if he wanted to successfully infiltrate the Demonic Cult's headquarters, he probably really would need her help.
Zhang Zitong knew that the other party might still be hesitant, and she had to try her best to show her value: "The only problem now is whether you can play Fang Biao very well. If you can't, then everything is just empty talk."
“No problem.” Seeing the other person staring straight at him, Zuan said irritably, “Turn around.”
"Oh." Zhang Zitong turned around, her heart filled with curiosity. She wondered what the Eleventh Master looked like.
Anyway, after getting to know him, it was obvious that he wasn't that old; he was definitely younger than the other gold medalists.
I don't know if he's the masculine type or the pretty boy type. Oh my, I really want to turn around and take a look.
However, she ultimately suppressed the thought, knowing that for someone skilled in disguise, the most important thing was their own appearance.
Especially since the other party's identity is so sensitive, if others discover his true identity, wouldn't that force him to silence them?
Although the other party is not exactly ruthless, I cannot keep testing their limits.
After a while, a voice came from behind me saying, "It's done."
She turned her head away instantly, and then froze.
Zuan opened his arms and said to her, "How is it?"
Zhang Zitong's expression changed, and she hurriedly took two steps back: "You...who are you?"
Zu An gave a sinister smile: "Who do you think I am?"
"Fang Biao, what did you do to Lord Eleven?" Zhang Zitong asked, glancing around unconsciously. For a moment, she even suspected that Fang Biao hadn't actually died, but had ambushed and killed Lord Eleven from behind while she was out of sight and focused on disguising himself.
Seeing her trembling, Zu An said irritably, "I'm here. Didn't you say you were going to impersonate Fang Biao?"
Recognizing his voice, Zhang Zitong paused, then asked uncertainly, "Is it really Lord Eleven?"
Zuan looked at her coldly: "I don't want to have this pointless conversation."
Zhang Zitong finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, it has the temperament of the Eleventh Prince."
Curious, she moved closer to Zuan and couldn't help but reach out to touch his face: "But this is just too similar, they're practically identical."
Zuan slapped her hand away, not letting her touch him. If she knew he wasn't wearing a mask, she'd be terrified.
This made her believe that she only had ordinary disguise skills, thus avoiding the exposure of her ability to look the same as everyone else.
"It's just that the voice doesn't sound quite right." Zhang Zitong realized that she had only been frightened by the other person's appearance. Upon closer inspection, the voice did indeed sound different.
Zuan was in a bind upon hearing this. He needed to use the "cute girl voice changer" to make his voice consistent, which was something he absolutely couldn't let her know: "Wait here for me for a moment."
In a flash, he disappeared without a trace.
Seeing that he came and went without a trace, Zhang Zitong sighed that the Eleventh Lord's cultivation was truly unfathomable, even more powerful than the former Grand Commander Zhu Xie.
Wait a minute, it seems like I overheard people talking about how the Eleventh Prince has become the new Grand Commander.
However, it still sounds better to call him "Eleventh Master".
As she was lost in thought, a gust of wind swept by, and when she turned around, she saw that the Eleventh Lord had already returned.
"How are things now?" Zu An asked in Fang Biao's tone. He had just gone to the neighborhood and found an unlucky guy to trick him with a female voice. He then adjusted his voice to be the same as Fang Biao's and also changed into a set of Yin-Yang Taoist clothes.
Zhang Zitong's pupils constricted: "Eleventh Lord, what injury did I suffer when you saved me last time?"
Zuan: "..."
The woman was genuinely afraid that he was Fang Biao, and still wasn't at ease, so she could only reply, "You impulsively wanted to commit suicide by poisoning yourself."
Zhang Zitong breathed a sigh of relief: "Eleventh Master, you are amazing! How did you do that?"
“It’s a secret,” Zuan said coldly.
Zhang Zitong smiled and said, "Although the appearance and voice are exactly the same, there is still one flaw."
Zuan was taken aback: "What?"
“He had that lewd and obscene aura about him,” Zhang Zitong said, blushing.
Zu An frowned. This was indeed a bit difficult. Given his current status, position, and cultivation level, it would be somewhat incongruous for him to try to feign this kind of demeanor.
At this moment, Zhang Zitong suddenly walked to his side, took his arm and wrapped it around her waist. Feeling his body tense up, she hurriedly said, "My lord, I am now Fang Biao's female slave. If you don't even dare to touch me, others will discover the flaw immediately."
Oh dear, why is Lord Eleven so nervous? Is he still a virgin?
Zuan took a deep breath: "Okay."
"grown ups……"
Zhang Zitong was about to say something when she was interrupted: "What 'Master'? From now on, you have to call me Master."
"Yes, Master." Zhang Zitong pursed her lips, calling out the name without any hesitation.
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