Hero, I want to accompany you all

The next morning, Xiao Zhu got up and ordered everyone to open the ancestral hall.After all, he is a member of the rivers and lakes, and there are not as many rules as ours in Beijing. There is only one spiritual seat in the ancestral hall, that is, the old pavilion master who created the foundation of Muying Pavilion.

This old pavilion master is a strange woman. When I was offering incense, I saw four of her photo stickers on the card guards. They were already a little yellow and curly, but I could still see her youthful demeanor—a good one. Mori girls are so fresh, how can they create such an entertainment business?

But it’s not fresh, and it’s okay to wear it with a camera.

When I kowtowed, I felt the four pairs of bright eyes wearing oversized gray colored contact lenses on the tablet staring straight at me, sending chills down my back.Xiao Zhu was still praying devoutly beside him: "Master, the disciples are finally married. Master, under the Nine Springs, must bless the disciples and Xiao Zhan and his wife to live in harmony, to live forever, and to be as loyal as mandarin ducks."

Silly child, scientists in the crooked country have researched out that more than 40 eggs laid by the female of the mandarin duck are not original.

But you can't say this during the wedding, I'd better coax him first.So I followed suit and said: "Master, I will treat Xiao Zhu well in the future. Even if he can't bear children for me in the future, I will not dislike him. I will live a good life with him and grow old forever."

He was so moved that he rushed over and hugged me, stroked my hair and said, "Xiao Zhan, with me here, you don't have to worry about anything. Daoist Dihuan... If you insist on killing me, I will help you deal with it. It's like dealing with Yuan Xu."

I casually said "Yeah": "I have my plan, but it would be even better if you can cooperate. However, the halo of the protagonist is really not easy to resist. If there is an emergency at that time, you must cherish it for me. Raise... we don't have children, forget it, let's talk about it."

He became nervous again, until he left the ancestral hall, his palms were still a little cold, he held me tightly, but his face was still firm, and he didn't speak to persuade me not to fight against the protagonist.

That's right, as long as he is my good wife, it's enough for him to play with my husband, and he doesn't have to worry about men's affairs.

When he returned to the bedroom, Yuan Xu was no longer there.Xiao Zhu said from behind with a serious face: "Don't look for him, he's not dead! I know you don't want him to die, but since I'm here, you don't need to see him."

He didn't know whether it was the ambient light or the anger, and his face turned red.Even if I was really angry, I couldn't get angry seeing him like this, not to mention that I never thought of humiliating him because of Yuan Xu, but it was a pity that I couldn't see the little black room anymore.

I touched his face, it was really a little hot, the tentacles were smooth and elastic, and it was really moisturised by me.After touching it once, he couldn't help touching it again. After touching it a lot, he also lost his anger and smiled a little: "Now that the Chongyuan Sect has also fallen into your hands, you can also command my Muying Pavilion as you like. Should you be satisfied? Only when you are satisfied can you be happy forever, and you don’t have to look around in Shu.”

If you are content, you will be happy forever. After the old pavilion master broke up with the old monk who officiated our marriage, he stopped looking for a bunch of faces.I didn't pick up his words, so he had a bit of a clue, knowing that he couldn't persuade me, so he just sighed and didn't say anything else.

In the room, I dug out new drawing tools invented by Xiao Zhu and his master, such as pencils and oil painting paper, and sketched by hand, designed a zebra-print prison uniform that conformed to the world trend, and drew three views of the handcuffs, and handed them over to Mr. Xiao Zhu.

"This is the prison uniform and handcuffs that were popular in the era when I traveled back. When Yuanxu killed people and committed crimes, in my heart, he was the one who should be handcuffed and imprisoned. I regret not being able to see him in prison with my own eyes. But this martial artist The world is not in line with the government, so I have no choice but to ask you to do this..."

Xiao Zhu took the picture, looked at me with some surprise, and asked tentatively: "You think he is a villain, should he go to jail?"

"It's necessary. When I was the protagonist back then, when I first appeared on the stage, I was a righteous and hearty high school student detective. He was innocent and upright, jealous of evil, and best at handling all kinds of murder and derailment cases."

"Then why do you want to be the master of this cult and insist on killing Daoist Dihuan?"

Because my three views, which were as upright as a little white poplar, were soaked by the black blisters of the cult.It's also because I'm not satisfied with just being an ordinary time traveler, I want to reach the sky in one step, and become a BOSS comparable to the protagonist, who can leave a deep impression on the readers.

"It's not too far to go astray. I feel that today is right and yesterday was wrong." I shook my head, squinted my eyes and recited a poem with concern for the country and the people, and then told Xiao Zhu: "Yuan Xu, I will leave it to you. After a while After the clothes and handcuffs are done, I'll go see him again—he's also someone I've hired, so don't treat him too harshly, or my family will know about it, and say that your wife is not generous and virtuous."

His face suddenly turned cold again, but he didn't dare to disobey my husband's wishes face to face. He snapped his fingers and called someone in, and ordered Yuanxu to redo the prison uniform and handcuffs according to the drawing.

He is so virtuous and obedient, so I naturally want to reciprocate. I stayed in his room for three consecutive days and put aside all business during the day to discuss with him a special report on our wedding.

The most important thing is of course the wedding picture.He also wanted me to appear in a bridal attire, and even sent me the clothes. I tried it once, but I didn't agree. Wearing women's attire now doesn't have the stunning effect of Zhengtai, and it looks like a ladyboy.

It's even more important after putting on makeup.

I looked in the mirror for a long time, and had to sigh: "Time is not forgiving!"

At the age of 14, I was still a handsome boy, and it took only five years to grow into a model figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist.Of course it doesn’t mean that it’s not good-looking, but the growth of three-dimensional human beings is far from Two-dimensional—no matter how old a Two-dimensional man is or what his image is, as long as the author draws a wig, he will immediately become a stunning Yujie. Three-dimensional this...

Later, this idea was aborted, and we both changed into a Chinese-style dress and a Western-style dress, drew a few pictures each, and even did an interview with the newlyweds, except for the press conference.When the magazine came out, I almost shed tears holding the ink-scented and exquisite special issue.

I can finally be in magazines again.You can do whatever you want in the future.It feels so good to be married to a bigwig in the entertainment industry.

I moved back to the room a half-meter-high stack of magazines, and then pushed Xiao Zhu down on top of it, so that he could see me when he turned his head, all kinds of pictures of the two of us together.And when he looked up, he could see how I caressed him, possessed him, let him melt into me...

Why didn't they ask them to draw two H pictures?

Even if I don't publish it, I can keep it for myself.So I personally took a pair of brush and ink, spread the soft rice paper on him, dipped in thick ink and drew delicate lines with one stroke.

Xiao Zhu kept moving gently under me, making the lines tremble a little. I tried my best to fix it here, but he kept causing me troubles. After a good line draft was drawn, it kept up with the lace It's like that.

He took off the paper, held my hand and touched the ink paper stained on his body, and said with a smile: "If you like this kind of painting, I will draw it for you later. But you want to draw in the picture What pose is it, show it to me now, okay?"

This can be.I pushed this charming little Veela down, demonstrated a few of my usual favorite poses, rubbed his face with the inside of my leg, and asked dotingly: "Now, do you know how to please your husband-in-law?"

So he continued to try to please me.After the painting was finished, I looked at it several times. It was really thin and full, and the strokes were fine.

He approached me tiredly and asked, "I want to show this to Yuan Xu, are you willing?"

What is there to be reluctant about, hasn't he seen it all on the spot?If it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Zhu's magazine was not graded correctly, I simply wanted him to publish this picture for the whole world to see.

I don’t know when I will be able to go from the protagonist of a young man to a young man... The adult direction is actually quite good.

I affirmed Xiao Zhu's achievements, and by the way, put forward higher requirements for him: "Just draw a set of full-figure pictures of Daoist Di Huan in this style. You can draw the face, and I can do the body. I respect his The body is already too familiar, I have never seen his posture..."

As a result, Xiao Zhu became jealous again, and I coaxed him back after a long time. I also drew many body art images for him, piled up all over the bedside.He looked up and down and saw him, even if he wanted to draw the real person Di Huan, his memory was confused by those pictures.

Coaxing a man is a tough job.

Forget it, the boss didn't have so many twists and turns when trying to kill the protagonist. Doesn't matter if his reputation is good or not, can he still be better than Chong Yuan?So I decided to go the normal route, and called the left envoy Lin Xiu and the right envoy Hua Li over for a meeting, and stated my plan to kill Daoist Di Huan.

Lin Xiu frowned quite seriously: "He is a Taoist priest, what good does the leader kill him for?"

I broke it apart and explained to the two the necessity of killing him: "Reverend Di Huan is not just a Taoist priest, he is the protagonist of this article. If you kill him, I will be the protagonist; if you can't kill him, I will also be the villain." Boss. Regardless of success or failure, it is imperative to kill him. If you are afraid of death, I will replace him as a handyman!"

Lin Xiu immediately responded sensibly: "If the leader wants to kill him, just kill him. He's the only one. It's meaningless to kill him."

Hua Li also raised her head slowly: "Master, I don't dare to have any objections, but our workload has increased a lot this month because of your wedding, can you raise your salary and overtime pay?"

I need to be paid before I have a job, and I will definitely not get used to this kind of problem!

"Sent a red-headed document, saying that Daoist Dihuan stole my Chongyuan sect's most important missionary treasure, the IPAD, and also killed the young master of our sect's Feiying hall and many outstanding disciples in the main altar, and destroyed my Qingcheng and Longnan branch altars. He is at odds.

I'll allocate you 5000 taels of silver for the company's publicity fee first, and the pre-war mobilization will be done for me.Daoist Dihuan has now left Beijing. According to the report from the shadow guard, he is heading towards Zhashui, and he must pass through Hanzhong.I'm afraid that Muying Pavilion won't be effective if we kill people, we still have to rely on ourselves, as long as he steps into Hanzhong within a radius of [-] miles, we can't let him get out alive! "

"Yes!" The silver ticket fell down, and two faces with fighting spirit raised up on the opposite side.