The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 2173: Chapter 2173: Impossible to Imitate (4)

"Let’s go." Gu Qingheng stood up and headed towards the guest courtyard where he was staying, but at the moment he turned around, his expression became exceptionally grim.

Yang Ruxin’s mouth curled slightly, and she quickly followed him.

Gu Qiao and Gu Can, who were following Gu Qingheng, exchanged a glance. Gu Can turned and left, while Gu Qiao continued to serve behind his master.

As soon as they entered the room, Yang Ruxin directly embraced Gu Qingheng, "Husband..."

"Xinxin, why have you suddenly become so passionate and proactive?" Gu Qingheng suppressed the discomfort in his heart and reached out to remove her hand from his waist.

"Do you like it?"

"I..." Gu Qingheng opened his mouth, but suddenly wavered, and then felt utterly powerless, "You are not Xinxin."

Yang Ruxin smiled as she supported him to the bedside, "Husband, I am Xinxin, now let Xinxin serve you, alright?"

"Who are you really?" Gu Qingheng’s eyes were half-open, half-closed, wanting to scold her but seemed to lack the strength, "Don’t touch me."

"Oh husband, saying that makes someone so sad." Yang Ruxin pouted, "I am your Xinxin, come, let Xinxin serve you well." She said while raising her hand to stroke his face, "Such a perfect man, must be extremely enchanting."

"No..." Gu Qingheng shook his head.

"Don’t worry, I will definitely make you feel very comfortable." Yang Ruxin’s smile became more radiant, "Husband, relax!" However, just as her lips were about to touch his, her expression suddenly changed, "You..." and then her whole body instantly became feeble.

However, Gu Qingheng immediately pushed her away to avoid collapsing onto him, then hastily stood a little further away, his face full of disgust.

This Yang Ruxin was pushed to the ground, but because she had no strength, she could only lie there, fortunately, she could still move her head, looking aggrieved, "Husband, what do you mean?"

"My Xinxin rarely calls me husband." Gu Qingheng sneered, "And my Xinxin has a special fragrance that no one can imitate."

This time the woman’s expression completely changed, but she still attempted one last struggle, "I don’t understand what you’re saying, I..."

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in, led by Yang Ruxin.

"The disguise really is realistic." Yang Ruxin clicked her tongue twice, "However, sis doesn’t have such a delicate demeanor, sis follows the tough girl route, so this is your downfall."

"How... how did you know?"

Yang Ruxin sighed, "Although your disguise technique is exceptional, haven’t you heard the old saying from our Daxuan, there’s always someone better, and there’s always a mountain beyond a mountain?" Saying this, she took out a silver needle and poked it at the point between the woman’s eyebrows.

The woman’s face turned pale for a moment, but quickly let out a miserable cry, and then her face began to change visibly, soon revealing a completely unfamiliar face, even her height seemed to shrink.

Those around couldn’t help but gasp, because although many had heard of such disguise techniques, very few had seen it firsthand. Witnessing it now was quite astonishing.

"No." The woman shook her head vigorously, looking at Yang Ruxin in horror, "Who are you really?" No wonder the previous two Saintesses died at this woman’s hands, this woman was too formidable.