Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

After Wang Ding took off his makeup and looked in the mirror, he was shocked again.

It's just that this time, instead of being frightened, she was stunned by the beauty.

——It's really not that he is narcissistic, but that the person in the mirror who has four or five points of eyebrows and eyes similar to him is really quite beautiful.

Glossy long ink-like hair casually scattered on the chest, delicate and fair skin without a trace of wrinkles or spots, standard melon-seeded face, eyebrows that are neither thick nor light, delicate and handsome, high and small nose bridge, sexy rosy thin lips, on the There are also full lip beads on the lip peak of the lips.

What amazed him the most was the pair of peach blossom eyes with their own style and slightly raised.

Wang Ding tried to smile, the eyes in the mirror were affectionate but not frivolous, but a different kind of affection, completely different from his own dementia and myopia.

He took three steps back, and the classic line from the CEO's novel couldn't be restrained from popping out in his mind: You tormenting little fairy!

Looking closely, the facial features of this Guardian Zuo are a bit like his original appearance, but they are much more refined and charming than his facial features, just like himself who has been polished and has a tenth level of beauty.

Wang Ding thought, no wonder he wanted to put on heavy makeup, probably because he wanted to protect himself. After all, this face is a disaster, and it would be safer to act ugly.

It must be like this.

He was standing in front of the mirror, thinking wildly, but Er Gou stepped forward to support him, "Master, if you feel uncomfortable, we can put on the makeup."

Wang Ding asked: "Dog, do you think I look good with makeup?"

Er Gou didn't even think about it, "It's pretty."

"..." Wang Ding was speechless, he could really talk nonsense, and he asked again, "Does it look good now?"

Ergou nodded, "It looks good!"

"Does it look good with makeup, or does it look good without makeup?"

Er Gou looked at him, quite seriously, "You can look better with makeup, and you can look more beautiful without makeup. The master is in my heart, and everything is beautiful."

Wang Ding: "..."

There must be something wrong with the child's eyes, and Dr. Ma must show him;

"How is it possible, I am so gaudy after putting on makeup, how could I look as good as I do now." Wang Ding pretended to be angry, "Tell the truth, don't lie."

"I'm not lying!" Er Gou pouted, "I used to think Zuo Hufa's make-up was not as good-looking as plain makeup, but you said that was because I didn't appreciate it. Putting on make-up makes people feel happy, and it's an art."

The corner of Wang Ding's mouth twitched, "Did I say such a thing?"

Ganqing, the Zuo protector is not trying to cover up his beauty with heavy makeup, but just thinks that he is as good-looking as a ghost, which is in line with his aesthetics!

This is really speechless!

"Yes." Ergou continued, "Later, I reflected on myself, and gradually I finally realized the beauty of your makeup. I really think you are beautiful!"

Wang Ding: "..."

It's over, the child's aesthetics is properly biased by Zuo Hufa's weird aesthetics.

No, he has to correct everything that has deviated from the track, otherwise the plot will develop in the direction of his rush.

He was about to speak when he heard a whistle from afar.

Ergou was a little excited immediately, "Guo'er sent me a letter, the master will finish practicing in a quarter of an hour, master, you really don't want to go?"

Guo'er is the leader's personal servant, about the same age as Ergou, and the two of them usually play very well. It is because of Guo'er's various tip-offs that Guardian Zuo can successfully intercept the leader every time.

"Alas..." Wang Ding sighed deeply, and began to perform, "I fell asleep today, and a fairy told me in my dream that there are times in my life, and there is no time in my life. Don't force me to let it go, let me know how to let it go, Only then can we find our original heart and happiness.”

Er Gouzi scratched his head, "Master, it's too complicated, I don't understand."

"What I mean is, I won't put on makeup in the future, and I won't go to the teacher's practice to harass him." Wang Ding took a sip of his cool tea, "I want to concentrate on my career and serve the Devil's Cult."

Ergou: "Really?"

Wang Ding nodded, "It's more real than pearls."

Ergou cheered for a while, "Great!"

Wang Ding was a little puzzled, "Don't you really want me to go?"

"Actually, I don't really want to. It's just that you couldn't eat without seeing the leader before. I'm worried." Ergou said seriously, "I can feel that the leader doesn't like you. Every time I see you, you try so hard to please the leader. , I feel bad."

"I feel bad too." Wang Ding was about to cry, thinking of the embarrassment of the previous owner of this body, and now he has to bear all of it, he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, "Good boy, I won't go anymore, and you Don't bother Guo'er."

Er Gou flashed his big eyes and showed a big smile, "Yeah! Zuo Hufa is so good-looking, we must be able to find a handsome young master with unrivaled martial arts."

Wang Ding patted Ergou's head, "Fool."

This little kid actually understands everything, and the words he occasionally speaks are quite warm.

But he doesn't want any handsome son, he just wants to survive and return to reality.

……

In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, a tall black figure was tossing and turning in the air, with a heroic and agile figure, a golden sword was in his hand, and the bamboo leaves fluttered and fluttered in the wind, which looked like a different kind of vicissitudes beauty.

After practicing a set of saber techniques three times, Nie Haoyang withdrew his inner strength and threw the shining golden saber to Guo'er who was waiting beside him.

"The leader's Yangsui knife technique is getting sharper." Guo'er has bushy eyebrows and big eyes, and is quite clever.He took the knife with an expression of admiration.

Nie Haoyang said indifferently: "Poor mouth."

He was wearing a robe with a dark gold pattern on a black background. The black belt of the same style outlined his slender figure. With a cold breath, the whole person exudes a powerful aura that pulls a cool dick.

This is Nie Haoyang, the famous leader of the Demon Cult.He was the student of a reclusive expert who single-handedly established the Demon Cult eight years ago. He is deeply domineering and famous in the world for his Yangsui sword technique.He is only 25 and [-] this year, so he already has few opponents in the arena. Because of his iconic black clothes, he is known as the golden knife ghost.

Guo'er smiled, not afraid of him, "Hee hee, what you said is the truth, the leader is mighty and domineering, no one in the world can match it."

"I just know how to flatter."

Nie Haoyang looked around, but the frightening red figure did not appear. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his heart. That person came every day, as punctually as a clock, but he didn't come today?

"Master, what's the matter?" Seeing that the leader seemed to be in a daze without taking any action, Guo'er asked cautiously.

"Nothing, let's go back."

No matter what, it's a good thing if you don't come, Nie Haoyang suppressed the doubts, and left the back mountain with Guo'er in a good mood.