Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

(I haven’t written it for so long that I even forgot about the scar on Fang Qingqing’s face)

"What shall I do?" Fang Qingqing said in surprise, focusing on this sentence and not paying much attention to the second half of Lang Zimiu's sentence.

"Yes, you do it." Lang Zimiu took the handkerchief from her hand and gently wiped away some turbidity on her hair.

"I will now promote you to be my confidant in the Assassination Pavilion. From now on, I will leave it to you to take care of all the big and small things here."

Fang Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, and she couldn't believe her ears.

She had no father or mother since she was a child. She was brought up by the old people in the village. She happened to have some talent, so she came into contact with the Assassination Pavilion.

After receiving strict training and cultivation since childhood, he has become an iron-level killer as expected. He can earn some savings by relying on this industry. He often goes back to the village to visit the old people in the village and buy them some things.

Because she has been accustomed to hardship since she was a child, she is very diligent and frugal. Even though she has some savings now, she still has not spent money lavishly. The most luxurious thing she bought in the past few years was a dagger.

The sudden benefits and rights made her feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable, and she didn't know how to face them.

"The veil is dirty and you are still wearing it? Take it off."

Lang Zimiu noticed the change in her expression and laughed secretly in his heart.

This little secretary can be handled easily.

"Don't!"

Seeing him reaching out, Fang Qingqing immediately covered her face with both hands, refusing to let others see the scars on her face.

It seems that this scar is an injury that cannot be erased for her.

"Um?"

Lang Zimiu lowered his sword eyebrows and looked at her evasive eyes with some displeasure.

The pressure immediately fell on Fang Qingqing.

Her red lips opened but stopped, and finally she reluctantly put down her hands in front of her face.

Seeing this, Lang Zimiu's lowered eyebrows were relieved, and he immediately reached out and took off her veil.

The moment she took it off, Fang Qingqing turned her face away in panic, revealing only the right half of her face to Lang Zimiu and hiding the scarred left half of her face.

Her beautiful profile and her panicked look were particularly charming, like a fairy who had been coerced by a bad guy.

Lang Zimiu couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment. Her nose was very tall, her facial features were relatively three-dimensional, her bones were excellent, and her skin was perfect. Her ice-cold muscles and jade bones were all natural, and she had a unique sense of heroism and charm. .

Compared with other women in Lang Zimiu, she obviously has her own flavor and style.

"Turn your face around."

Lang Zimiu casually threw the dirty veil aside, hooked her smooth and delicate chin with his index finger, and said softly.

Fang Qingqing's face was full of panic, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were trembling slightly. It was obvious that she didn't want to show her ugly side in front of others.

But at this moment, in her eyes, Lang Zimiu's request seemed irresistible.

Somehow she had this mentality in her heart.

Lang Zimiu saved her? Are the pancakes painted by Lang Zimiu too tempting? Or is she afraid of Lang Zimiu?

She bit her lower lip lightly and slowly twisted the other side of her hidden face. In the process, she even closed her beautiful eyes tremblingly.

It seemed that he didn't want to see any expression on Lang Zimiu's face that he didn't want to see.