Song Zhi pursed her lips. She knew that it was impossible for a person to admit her identity so easily... But,

"I know you must be. No one can have that logo except the Dark Pavilion. I don't believe it is a coincidence." Song Zhi smiled and looked forward to looking at him: "You can't not know me. I am the princess of the palace and the father's favorite daughter. In this world, if you stand with me, we will have a belonging, right?"

Su Mo freed up a hand and took the car door casually. Hearing this, he curled his lower lip slightly, and mocked him in a hurry. His eyes were very dark, like a cold winter night, "Miss Song, who gave you confidence?"

Song Zhi froze, she gritted her teeth unwillingly and whispered: "I know you don't understand me now. After all, we have never met in the Song Dynasty, but we can slowly get into it. Only we know each other best in this world. After all, we are people from the same place."

After a pause, she continued: "Xu Bai doesn't count at all. She is my personal maid in the Song Dynasty." Speaking of this, Song Zhi's tone became a little contemptuous and disdainful: "When I came here, I began to think that I was really the eldest lady of the Xu family. I didn't even recognize me. It was just a greed for the wealth of the Xu family."

"She wants to live the life of a real daughter, and she also needs to see if she is just a fake person. You'd better stay away from her..." Song Zhi mentioned the question about Ran Bai, and she couldn't hide her resentment. After all, when she thought about how Ran Bai treated her after coming to this world, Song Zhi was like a thorn in her throat.

"Song Zhi." Su Mo laughed slowly, his eyes changing like the mist in the night, his expression invaded the sun, but slowly outlined a danger, "You should be glad that there is surveillance here."

The young killer said something that had nothing to do with the topic. He put one hand in his pocket, his cold and white fingertips slowly rubbed the sharp dagger in his pocket.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment. Even though she was not very sensitive to danger, she still noticed the slowly eroding cold air, and she unconsciously fell on the boy's hand.

He was wearing a pure black shirt, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, and the cuffs were just right. The exposed cold white wrists, the black ones on them, could not see what pattern they were, like a mark like a god of death.

A contrast between snow-white and pure black.

Strong and sharp contrast.

A cool color lingers in the sun.

Those hands...

It must be especially suitable to hold a long sword or a dagger, and then easily kill countless people, staining the blood of countless people.

The real god of death that reaps human life.

Song Zhi suddenly took a step back, as if she was scared by what she thought of. Even under the sunlight, she felt a cold that was so cold that it was in her bones.

Even my back was sweating in cold sweat, and my clothes were wet by the fine and dense sweat.

As a royal princess, Song Zhi has also encountered many assassins. This kind of cold and cold aura is exactly the same as those she has experienced, and is not-

It's even more cruel and indifferent.

Horror.

Song Zhi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

What's the meaning?

He wants to kill her?!

"I'm sorry." Su Mo raised his hand and hooked the pure black mask, and slowly smiled carelessly. Through the mask, the voice was slightly low, and it was still clear and nice, and he laughed lightly: "You don't deserve it by mentioning her."
Chapter completed!