Anger of the Marquis

Huang Ying was shocked by the question, but soon she frowned and said uncertainly.

Bai Zheng looked at the door, her brows raised slightly. "She looks a little like the Old Woman who was beaten up last night at the entrance of the Mo You Inn."

Huang Ying opened her eyes wide.

"How is that possible, Uncle Mad is a man, that Old Woman person …" But it's a woman! "

Last night, Bai Zheng had been hiding in the dark. In order to conveniently observe the situation at the tavern's entrance, she had not lit a candle inside her room the entire time.

Although the Old Woman looked at her from afar, it was so dark that she could not see Bai Zheng's face clearly.

Even if he was able to recognize Bai Zheng's eyes, his spirit was greatly different from before when he woke up with the poison. Just by looking at her eyes, it was impossible for him to recognize anything.