How can a fairy be a villain?

Inside Ziyun Pavilion.

Opening a window, Murong Jingyan pulled a futon and placed it on the wooden platform under the window.

Zhu Huan'an was sitting opposite each other, just about to say something, but inadvertently looking at Murong Jingyan, he remembered the beautiful scene just now, and immediately looked down at the cloth bag in his hand.

"I came tonight to bring you something."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan rested her chin on her hands and lazily leaned against the wooden table under the window.

That pair of long eyebrows with appropriate shades raised at Zhu Huan'an:

"Oh?"

"What could it be... Brother Huan'an?"

Zhu Huan'an frowned suddenly, and slapped the cloth bag on the wooden table vigorously: "It's easy to talk in front of me!"

Hey hey, Murong Jingyan quickly returned to normal with a smile, and waved her hand cautiously:

“Strangely comfortable”

"Of course it doesn't matter."

"Huh? What is he laughing at?"

Tomson nodded, exhaled and said:

"Our breakthrough is naturally only on the edge."

Murong Jingyan's eyes flashed.

"Junior Brother, what he said today is too shocking. Before the senior brother goes back, he will have a bad breath with Master. As for the water..."

Seeing Murong Jingyan's eyes, Zhu Huan'an seemed to know what I was thinking, and immediately said:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, please calm down, you're really dirty after taking a shower."

"Senior brother Yu is really useless, remember to take it to heart." "It's just that the danger in the edge area is also beyond ordinary people. In other words, just the silent true energy radiated from this holy ruins is enough to make people lose heart Crazy, bewitched."

"That's what he said, that's all, you demonstrate it again for him."

Even the senior brother couldn't help the fever, so I still need to ask questions about the lethality of my appearance?

...

Sure enough, this aesthetically is a different way for humans and dogs.

Hearing the words, Murong Jingyan leaned out, stretched out her index finger and thumb to gesture at Zhu Huan'an's face, and then sat back on the futon.

"There is a reason. Isn't that the time when day and night alternate?"

Zhu Huan'an's eyes sparkled:

Zhu Huan'an picked up a touch of white soil with his fingers again, and Murong Jingyan's heart tightened when he saw it:

The so-called fighting spirit is really confusing, since everyone is going that way, it must be unreasonable.

"If you want to see the Heaven's Sealed Door, you need the fighting spirit and faith of the monks, especially the appearance of the fairy and the devil. What you want is even more pure. Those are not special fighting and killing. Arrived."

Getting too close, Murong Jingyan immediately covered her nose and stepped aside.

"What he said was wrong, even in the more irritable Falling Immortal Pond, for thousands of years, Xiao Neng who retreated to the depths to seek immortality, only half of them were able to enter the whole body, Xiao Neng sat outside.

"It's okay, you have already carried it on your back, he listens."

According to that comparison, almost everything will fly out of the face.

The face is there, the country is here!

This cloth bag is nothing but a handful of black things that look sticky and exude a pungent smell.

Nodding his head, Zhu Huan'an also thought that was a wrong way.

When I was in Yazhou, I heard Zhu Huan'an mentioned it once, which seemed to be the relics of ancient immortals and demons. Yazhou was barren and barren just adjacent to a certain holy ruins, and was regarded as a place of exile.

It has grown by an inch!

It's just that when Murong Jingyan raised his head again, the seven white spots on Zhu Huan'an's face hadn't been evenly wiped off, like half a mask had been applied.

Murong Jingyan just sat down and looked carefully, she could indeed see traces of mud, but there was no fragrance of mud.

"Senior Brother's words are very true, Guo Jingyan didn't even ask."

Dodging cleverly back and forth a few times, Murong Jingyan was full of resistance, and hurriedly raised her hand and said:

"Brother!"

"That's wasteland."

"As for the chance and coincidence of traveling, it may take ten years or even a hundred years to find it."

Then he turned his attention to the bag.

"..."

Zhu Huan'an seemed to be used to it, and even stretched out a finger to scoop a spoonful, making Murong Jingyan's eyes look straight.

"So those of you who can be called extremely talented will almost always choose a path."

"Bad too."

Just paint it!

"If you want to set foot on it safely, there is only one way."

"Come here, that's what he thought of."

Staring at the waste soil at his fingertips, Zhu Huan'an said in a low tone:

Opening his nose slightly, Murong Jingyan held his breath and asked, "Senior brother, what is waste soil?"

"As long as you rub it on the seven acupoints of Tianling every night, and get acquainted with the seven senses, you will be able to get used to the air of silence about a month ago, and you will have to worry about madness when you retreat into the holy market."

"Too."

"Brother teasing you, keep talking, keep talking."

The soil of the Holy Ruins?It doesn't work.

Gan Rong let go of the water, raised his hand to Tang Chen and said, "Senior Brother Tang, Mo Huan, maybe something went wrong, it was because of worry."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Huan'an shook his shoulders, and opened the cloth bag even smaller:

"That white clay smells bad, but it's cold when you apply it."

"At present, he is almost breaking through the door of the sky, so don't ink it."

"This is Breaking into the Holy Ruins."

Zhu Huan'an let out a mouthful from the tip of his nose, and slowly opened the cloth bag, while Murong Jingyan also looked up curiously.

At the same time, at the foot of Ziyun River, two figures were squatting upstream of the mountain spring.

Hearing that, Murong Jingyan couldn't help opening her eyes, and joked with a smile:

Holy market?

"Don't look at the bad smell of white soil, in fact..."

"Promise him the water, I will definitely deliver it."

"Why, why is it so pungent."

"They are the Valley of the Hundred Thousand Wai Tun Kings adjacent to Yazhou, and the Falling Immortal Pond in Saili, Pennsylvania. After tens of thousands of years, those two land boundaries can be visited, and they have basically been checked."

"Brother, what he said didn't mean he looked down on you."

"Even if he intentionally made a weak enemy, he still didn't make a judgment deep in his heart, and he would really put himself to death and reincarnate."

"It's a must, brother!"

He gestured to his face again.

"It's not the soil of the Holy Ruins."

Zhu Huan'an poked his finger down Murong Jingyan's face while speaking:

The tone also becomes more subtle because of seriousness:

----

Murong Jingyan spoke suddenly, pointed to her face and smiled, "Just put it on your face, you can feel it yourself."

Even looking at Zhu Huan'an was wrong.

"Come on! You teach him how to paint yourself."

Nodding his head, Zhu Huan'an raised his chin, motioning to look at the soil beside him.

"But it's priceless."

Murong Jingyan closed her eyes at the moment, she pursed her lips tightly because she was suppressing a smile and said: "That Wucao, yes, you mean..."

"Brother."

"Alas!?"

Hearing that Zhu Huan'an withdrew his hand and put it under the case.

Murong Jingyan's eyes froze. In fact, he had guessed Zhu Huan'an's intention halfway through the truth, but he still couldn't be surprised when he heard those words.

"Later, my brother said that the Holy Ruins is a forbidden place for death, and our breakthrough is..."

Zhu Huan'an seemed to have suddenly realized something, I laughed at myself, and then peeled off my white film.

"Wasteland."

Murong Jingyan watched Zhu Huan'an viciously greet her face with two wipes of sticky white clay, and immediately swallowed.

Heh, I was almost confused by the duck.

"If you tell me first that the Holy Ruins has nothing to do with you!"

"By the way, what did senior brother want to say just now?"

"Did he forget to teach you?"

Zhu Huan'an continued: "Xiaoyan doesn't have two holy ruins."

Alas, it doesn't make sense either.

"We are the same size! How can we compare him."

"Do you use it?"

Zhu Huan'an shook his head, like adding ink to a pure painting. Compared with the roughness just now, it was so meticulous.

I dipped my fingers in some white clay, narrowed my eyes and cautiously leaned out, and finished drawing under Murong Jingyan's face.

Qian Rong held a Wang Ganquan and sent it to his mouth, his eyes also revealed his belief:

"...You want to say that the white clay actually has no beauty-beautifying effect, and the lowly women in it are hard to find."

"The waste soil was brought out by your master from the depths of the Falling Immortal Pond, and it contains a thin amount of true qi of silence, which is of great value."

The clouds bloom and the stars shake, and the bright moon shines brightly in the night sky.

"One for half an inch below the center of the eyebrows, one for each about an inch in front of the oblique cheekbones, and one for each for half an inch below the end of the eye, that's all you need!"

"You said Junior Brother, is he sure it's that foreigner?"

"The soil in your hand is the waste soil from the Falling Immortal Pond. Don't look at my appearance."

earth?

"Gluck cluck..."

Zhu Huan'an was stunned for a moment, and immediately put his hand on it to look: "Why, did he see the movements of senior brother clearly?"