Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Wang Ding held down his temples, thinking he would slam his head against the pillar of the bed to finish it off.

This is a typical example of digging a hole and burying yourself, and even wearing it on the cannon fodder that I wrote casually. The cheap one beat himself to death.

Seeing that Wang Ding was still sitting still for a long time, Er Gou was a little anxious, his little face flushed, "Master, what's wrong with you? Usually you are most afraid of missing the master's practice time. If you don't hurry up to wash up and put on makeup, the master will be very worried." We're almost done practicing and going back to our room!"

Wang Ding waved his hand weakly, "No, I have a headache today, so I won't go to the back mountain."

Ergou hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"The leader doesn't want to see me, so don't bother him."

Isn't this nonsense, if people want to see him, will they go back to their room to avoid him except when they are practicing?

Er Gou's face changed drastically, as if he was frightened, "Master, are you sick? I'll ask Dr. Ma to show you?"

Wang Ding poked Ergou on the forehead, "You are the only one who is sick. I think Dr. Ma should be allowed to cure your madness."

"Don't, don't, don't..." Er Gou shook his head like a rattle, "Doctor Ma never gave me a good face, I don't want to see him."

Doctor Ma's name is Ma Ruhua, and he is the queen doctor of their Demon Cult.

This person has excellent medical skills and can be called rejuvenating, but he has a moody personality. Healing patients depends on his own mood. If he is in a bad mood, he will not treat him even when he is in a bad mood. Therefore, he has a lot of bad reviews in the world.

He likes to play dead, but he doesn't know martial arts, so he was chased and killed by his enemies in the end. When he was about to finish playing, he was rescued by the leader who happened to pass by.

Wang Ding snorted, "If you don't want to see him, I just want to see him? Isn't it embarrassing when I meet him?"

It was briefly described in his book that the two of them did not see eye to eye.

The same goes for Ergou Xindao, Zuo Hufa and Doctor Ma were like enemies in the previous life, they would fight with each other as soon as they met, but they almost didn't fight, and I don't know why.

"Are you really not going to see the leader?" Ergou asked carefully again, "For this month, you have been going to see him practice Kung Fu every day, rain or shine. You said that you can't even eat without seeing him every day."

Wang Ding was irritable, "No, no, no."

"Then, why don't you sleep for a while?" Since you don't want to go, don't worry.Ergou showed a lovely smile, "There are no major issues that you need to solve in the school recently."

"Don't sleep anymore, go get me a basin of clean water." He couldn't stand himself with heavy makeup for a second.

"okay."

After all, Ergou was still a child, and he didn't have any deep thoughts, so he immediately became elated, and went to fetch water.

Wang Ding got up, got out of bed, walked to the bronze mirror next to the closet, which was taller than others, and looked at——

Almost scared him into a heart attack!

Is this a human or a ghost? !

The powder on his face was as thick as a wall, not to mention, it was painted so white that he could no longer see his true face, like a zombie in a low-budget horror movie; his own eyebrows were covered by thick powder, and he just painted them The arched eyebrows of the ancient women's willow leaves are very nondescript; the cheekbones are covered with pink rouge, which has been mottled into several patches on the face because of the nap. There was also a lot of bright red lip balm on the sides of the mouth, as if he had just eaten a few children.

Not only that, but he was also wearing a red tulle jacket over his underwear, intending to create a charming image, but it's a pity that it matches his horror movie-like makeup...

Wang Ding touched his heart and took several deep breaths before recovering.

This is no longer what hot eyes can describe, it is a catastrophe at the level of the end of the world!

After his sloppy sentence "he likes to paint eyebrows and eyes like a woman" became reality, it turned out to be like this. To be honest, he felt sick all over even looking at himself, let alone others?

Now he has a little sympathy for the demon cult leader who is so cool and flamboyant. If it were him, he would rather not practice martial arts than see him.

Speaking of it this way, the leader is already very moral - he endured this admirer who was uglier than a shemale wandering in front of him every day, and he still couldn't resist beating him.

Wang Ding sighed deeply, really, really want to die.

"Master, the water is coming."

Ergou quickly brought clean water and a cloth towel, and carefully put the wooden basin on the shelf. After wetting the cloth towel, he twisted it gently, handed it to Wang Ding, and gave a serious suggestion, "You can put the Just wipe off the smudged rouge and lip gloss around the mouth, and then touch up the makeup, so as not to need to apply the complete powder again, which is too time-consuming."

Wang Ding took off the red gauze dress and threw it aside, rolled up his sleeves, "I don't want to put on makeup today, I want to wash it off."

Ergou blinked, "Master, don't you put on makeup? It's only past noon, and it's not dark yet?"

Wang Ding's face was ashes, "It's not going to melt, I'm tired."

He took the cloth towel, put it in the basin again, scooped up clear water with both hands, and began to wash his face roughly.

This situation frightened Ergou, "Didn't you say that the facial skin is very delicate and needs gentle care? Will your skin be rough like this?"

"It's rough." Wang Ding was full of depression, and he didn't care about Ergou's surprise, and continued to wash the makeup on his face hard.

Although Ergou had some doubts in his heart, what the master said was an order. Anyway, whatever the master said was right, he just needed to be obedient.

After washing it once, the water in the basin became red and white.

"..." Wang Ding raised his forehead, what the hell is that makeup!In ancient times, there was no cleansing oil, so it was inconvenient, "God, change another basin of water."

The second basin of water quickly became dirty again. After three basins of water, Wang Ding finally took off the makeup on his face.

He took a long breath and looked at himself in the mirror——

This time, he was stunned again.

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