In the quiet little hall, there is a faint fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of flowers is not sticky, but it has a refreshing fragrance that makes people not get tired of hearing for a long time. |

As soon as Han Shu stepped into this small hall, her face became a little ugly. Every time she took a step, she had the urge to turn around and leave the place immediately.

However, she couldn't.

"Where is the saint?" Han Shu asked when she saw the maid in the small hall.

"The saint is in the study." said the maid.

Han Shu sneered secretly.

The study room is the study room again.

He is obviously a saint of the Saint Maiden tribe and has a very high status, but that person is a bit of a man who likes to do these meaningless things. He holds those ragged books every day, who should he pretend to read?

"I understand, Elder Yun asked me to convey something to her. I'll go find her now." Han Shu said with a tense face.

The maid nodded obediently.

Walking from the small hall into the corridor, passing through the gorgeous courtyard, looking at the pavilion carved out of jade, and looking at the crystals blending with the snow on the ground, Han Shu's heart became darker little by little.

This is the small hall where saints lived in all dynasties, and it is also the most luxurious part of the saint tribe. The best things in the entire tribe were sent here for the saint to enjoy. This is also the place that the saint tribe yearns for the most.

When he was young, Han Shu dreamed countless times that she could live in such a good place, but the result was bloody cruelty and reality.

Walking all the way to the study, Han Shu no longer remembers how many good things she saw.

Since Han Zifei escaped, the small hall has become empty. Only maids come to clean every day, but others are not allowed to enter at all.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A gentle and pleasant voice sounded in the room.

Han Shu said: "Saint, it's me, Han Shu."

There was no sound in the study, and Han Shu only felt a tingling sensation on her face.

She clearly has the same mother as Han Zifei, why is it Han Zifei who got all this, not her?!

Before Han Shu could burn her heart, the door of the study was suddenly opened.

A woman with an exquisite face was wearing an extremely simple goose yellow long dress, which was hanging black behind her. She was obviously the simplest outfit, but it was even more dazzling than the bright sun in March, so beautiful that it made people unable to see.

Han Zifei...

The third saint of the Saint Maiden tribe is also the most beautiful woman in the Saint Maiden tribe.

Whenever Han Shu saw Han Zifei's face, she wanted to tear her off and put it on her face.

"Saint." Han Shu lowered her head and tried hard to hide the unwillingness in her eyes.

"Han Shu? Why are you free to come to me today?" Han Zifei's voice was gentle, but there was a sharp and heroic spirit between his eyebrows, unlike an ordinary woman.

"If you have anything to say, come in and say it." Han Zifei chuckled, turned around and walked into the study room, sat down at the desk casually, and placed the book that had not been finished.
Chapter completed!