Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

After teaching that question, it was just the time for the black market to start.

Lu Xingyan threw the homework that Le Zhengyan had just handed in into the mustard bag, and at the same time took out a set of black clothes and a black robe.

"You change your clothes here."

"Here?" Le Zhengjia took the clothes and looked back at her blankly, wondering if he heard wrongly.

"This is the robe. It will change according to your body shape. It is new and I have never worn it." Lu Xingyan added when he saw that he was not moving.

Le Zhengyan still made no move while holding the clothes.

He tried to listen to Lu Xingyan's thoughts and find out the purpose of her behavior.

Unfortunately, Lu Xingyan didn't think of anything at this moment.

"Senior sister, I'd better go back and change. The impact here won't be good..." Le Zhengyan held his clothes and prepared to go out.

The back collar was grabbed.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Xingyan raised his hand and pointed to the inner room: "I want you to go to the room inside and change. Just close the door. I won't peek."

[After all, he will be a demon in the future]

[Grudge, if you don’t want to go to the black market, I’ll knock him out and stick a talisman on him and leave him in the inn]

[It’s troublesome to bring someone with you anyway]

"Senior sister, I will change now." Le Zhengyan turned around and ran inside quickly.

Afraid of being a second too late, Lu Xingyan punched him directly.

Lu Xingyan was dressed in a black outfit, with her long hair standing high in a crown. She was sitting on a high stool with her legs crossed, waiting boredly.

With a "squeak" sound, a tall young man in black clothes opened the door and walked out.

Lu Xingyan propped up his cheek, tilted his head slightly, and looked up from his long legs in cloth boots to his thin waist and wide shoulders tied with a belt.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on that face with deep, superior and fair features.

From a distance, you can clearly see his long straight eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a light shadow under his eyes.

[Tsk tsk, the little villain looks good, and his figure in clothes looks great too]

[That is, after all, the setting of the villain Demon Lord] Lao Liu System spoke with pride.

[Sure enough, after a few days of spiritual nourishment and elixirs, coupled with marrow cleansing practice, my figure is a thousand times better than the bamboo pole that I just joined the sect, and my face also has flesh]

[Host, you are right not to let the little villain go out. He has not increased his blackening value in the past few days, which is great]

[The blackening value was also not reduced] Lu Xingyan poured cold water on him without mercy.

Laoliu System: […] What can you do if you make it happy for a while?

"Senior sister, I'm fine." In a few steps, Le Zhengyan walked to Lu Xingyan's side.

Lu Xingyan hummed, took out another ghost mask from the mustard bag, and waved to him: "Come here."

"Huh?" Le Zhengyan's eyes fell on the mask, his lips curled up and he smiled, pretending to be flattered and asked: "Sister, are you going to help me put on the mask?"

He has always disliked the contact and proximity of others.

But if it was Lu Xingyan, he would be willing to cooperate in acting.

After all, Lu Xingyan, no matter how much he thinks about him in his heart, does treat him well on the surface.

He was also curious about how far this person could go to gain points for him.

"Junior brother, do you mind if there is something on your face?" Lu Xingyan's clear eyes fell on his handsome and superior face.

"Senior sister is..." Le Zhengyan just had a guess when he saw Lu Xingyan take out the inscription pen.

He bent down to get closer to Lu Xingyan, and when he saw the pen, he immediately wanted to step back.

"The black market is not a safe place. You can only hide your face with a mask, but it cannot block the cultivator's consciousness. So, junior brother, you understand what I mean." Lu Xingyan smiled and grabbed his collar, closing the distance between them. .

"Senior sister, you want to draw an inscription on my face?" Le Zhengyan hesitated.