Anlan Xintong had always felt that the Yue manzhu of this era was different from the Yang manqin of the modern era. Although their looks were very similar, their temperaments were different.
This Yue manzhu's entire body seemed to have a demonic aura, as if she was a demon that could attract the soul.
Especially the Zhusha mole between her eyebrows, it was like it was weeping blood.
What Anlan Xintong was thinking was, if Yue manzhu no longer had the status of a slave in the future, would women fight for her?
However, Anlan Xintong also knew that those noble ladies always had a very high opinion of themselves. Even if Yue manzhu was no longer a slave in the future, she would still be laughed at for being a slave in the past.
However, in her eyes, Yue manzhu was nobler than those people.
At this time, when Yue manzhu was looking at her attentively, the light in her eyes seemed to be able to swallow her.
