What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xiao Fangdao is really domineering.It is obvious that I am not good at aesthetics, and others are not allowed to tell the truth.

Is she telling the truth?

Anyway, it's not a lie.

At least, Xu Chuilu has never enjoyed the privilege of being beautiful, nor has she had any encounters of love at first sight.When she was a child, someone said that she could be a model, but that was simply because she was taller than girls of the same age, other than that, there was no other compliment that impressed her.Later, she also carefully examined her appearance, and it was indeed uninteresting and bland - if it was put into the painting, it would be as if it hadn't been colored at all.

The web writer who has been friends with her for many years once described her temperament in this way: decadent and inhumane.It seems that just one meter away from her will disturb her meditation and interrupt the artist's mysterious and profound Ogilvy creations. She is suitable as an observer rather than a watcher.

Xu Chuilu yelled awesome, he was able to describe the fear of death house so fresh and refined, he deserved to be a great writer.

"The current narrow public aesthetic framework can't squeeze in a Xu Chuilu, but it doesn't affect the fact that you are a big beauty."

Friends say so.

Xu Chuilu was extremely moved.

A friend sent a demand for the original painting of the new book cover.

Xu Chuilu couldn't move.

Although she wears a mask every time she signs sales and participates in activities, and never posts selfies and daily life, this does not mean that she pays great attention to others' evaluation of her appearance. On the contrary, she does not need to find confidence from these evaluations , she just hopes that people can pay more attention to her paintings—even if she sacrifices her "color" to the paintings, it doesn't matter.

What Xiao Fangdao said surprised her a little.

"Nobody said that," she replied conservatively.

"Really?" Xiao Fangdao sneered, "Then don't put on a forced smile when you are clearly wronged, it is extremely ugly."

Is it human?Is this speaking human language? !Is the face-changing technique a unique skill of the Unfeeling Sect!

Xu Chuilu suddenly felt that she was not tired anymore, and could even blow her dog's head off.

"Huh? So restless?" She brushed off a green leaf that had just fallen from her arms, "Why are you not afraid at all when you use your tricks to control the situation? If Bai Xingyun sees the clue, he will I will take your head off without hesitation."

Xu Chuilu opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Thinking about it carefully, what she did seems to be like throwing an arrow in the middle of a duel, a bit hindering the fairness of the game.

But is Bai Xingyun really so cruel?After all, Yumen is considered to be in the decent camp, how could she—oh, she forgot that she is a disciple of the Demon Sect and is not under the protection of decent, so it’s okay.

"I know that the suzerain will arrive soon, so... dare to do this."

This is not a lie.

"Did I say I'd come?"

if not?Otherwise, is the exit just to take a shower?

"...Anyway, the disciple thinks it will."

Xiao Fangdao turned pale, then unilaterally ended the rest, stood up and said to her, "Do you have the strength to continue?"

"Have."

Although his physical strength has not recovered much, if he does not return to Youxinju, it will be completely dark, and there are no street lights in this place, so the originally difficult mountain road will be even more difficult.

Xiao Fangdao didn't walk in such a hurry at the beginning, she adjusted her pace according to her speed, and occasionally gave her a hand or two to support her when her feet were weak.

It is very frightening.

After arriving at Youxin Residence, the first thing Xu Chuilu did was scoop up a bowl of well water to quench his thirst. Xiao Fangdao didn't drink it, but took the remaining water into the kitchen.

She felt a little ashamed for a moment, she never thought that Xiao Fangdao, as an ancient person, would have such advanced health awareness, and knew that drinking water should be boiled and disinfected first.

Since Xiao Fangdao didn't have any special instructions, she didn't go to the kitchen to join in the fun.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, she ran directly to the soft couch, sat relaxed, and stretched her limbs freely.It's a pity that this kind of enjoyment didn't last for half a moment before it was blocked by a strange smell.

The smell made her feel ominous, she quickly sat up on the couch, went to the small case and lit the candle lamp.

The dark room was instantly illuminated by warm yellow lights, and she inspected the pile of familiar furnishings.

The position of the bathtub has been moved, it should be that Xiao Fangdao pushed it back to its original position after using it, the ground is much cleaner than in the daytime, obviously there are traces of cleaning, and the clump of hair is gone...

So where did this bloody smell come from?

Xiao Fangdao wouldn't have killed someone in this room and then cleaned up the scene, right?

No, it's impossible.No one would come to this place at all.

So it can only be... her own?

Thinking of Xiao Fangdao's indistinguishable pale face on the first day of retreat, Xu Chuilu's mood gradually became complicated.

Retreat is a big deal for warriors.Although she has no intuitive experience, judging from the tense attitude of Shui Lian and Feng Fu, this conclusion is absolutely correct.Xiao Fangdao's retreat cannot be interrupted by disturbance, otherwise there will be extremely serious consequences.

Is this consequence a backlash against the body?

It would be fine if she couldn't see the fan chart and smell the blood. With the scorching facts in front of her eyes, how could she treat herself as blind?

But Xiao Fangdao obviously didn't want others to know, otherwise he wouldn't have cleaned up the place so cleanly.She stayed in Youxin Residence for so long in the afternoon, but when she appeared there was still moisture on her body, which showed that she came in a hurry, and definitely did not just take a bath and change clothes and come here at a leisurely pace.

She struck Bai Xingyun so quickly that everyone was caught off guard. Speed ​​is certainly a good thing for a warrior, but if she really didn't regard it as a threat, why wouldn't she even give him time to draw his sword?She seemed to be in too much of a hurry—as if something was urging her to get this all over with.

This person is strong in every way, and it is absolutely impossible to expose his weaknesses in front of others.

Very troublesome.

It's troublesome to perform a one-handed weightlifting even though it's broken.

Xu Chuilu lost the mood to continue resting.Even if she couldn't help with the retreat, at least she could go to the kitchen to help her add a firewood and hot water.

As soon as he got up, the door suddenly opened, and the moonlight flowed smoothly on Xiao Fangdao's shoulders, and then ambiguously melted into the warm light in the room.

The man was holding a bowl in his hand, and was fumigation to emit fragrant ointment heat.

Xu Chuilu was stunned.

It turned out that she was not thirsty, but hungry.

A delicate hand put the bowl of noodles on the table, and a man sat beside her, handing a pair of chopsticks.

"?"

Isn't that what she thought it meant?

"It's too late, Xuan Jian must not slack off in his practice, and he should have no time to deliver meals tonight." Xiao Fangdao explained.

It was really for her.

Xu Chuilu couldn't believe it, but he still held the bowl and chopsticks honestly with both hands, and took a big breath of the aroma with the tip of his nose.

"Thank you Sect Master."

Xiao Fangdao smiled lightly: "This sentence of thank you sounds like it is true."

Um?Does this mean that her previous thanks were not sincere enough?

Under the watchful eyes of the people beside her, Xu Chuilu hesitated to put down her chopsticks. It was not because she was not used to being stared at, but she felt that the other party needed food more than she did. For myself, feeling helpless is not easy to bear.

But if you don't eat it, you will waste your heart and... food.

Seeing Xu Chuilu eating a bowl of noodles with trepidation, Xiao Fangdao closed his eyes and didn't look at her again.

"Have you ever thought about practicing martial arts?"

The topic changes.

Talking about studying at the dinner table is very fatal.

"The suzerain thinks... with the talent and age of the disciple... can he still learn?"

"That depends on what kind of martial arts it is. What do you want to learn?"

"My disciple has always been dull, and I don't know what schools of martial arts exist. I just think...of course, the simpler the better."

"Easy?" Xiao Fangdao said admonishingly in his tone, "I'm so afraid of difficulties and hardships before I start."

if not?Even if she has worked hard for ten years and finally becomes a teacher, can the three good citizens who have been bathed in the sunshine of the rule of law for more than 20 years still use martial arts to bully others?Practicing martial arts is just to cater to the martial arts atmosphere here and strengthen the body by the way.

"Actually, it's okay not to study."

Xu Chuilu gave up in time.

Xiao Fangdao was silent for a while, and said: "Pick this piece of meat with chopsticks, let me see how talented you are."

Xu Chuilu lowered his head, there was still a small half bowl of noodle soup floating on a thin piece of lean meat, the size was moderate, the goal was clear, it shouldn't be difficult.

So she raised her chopsticks and dropped them, but only touched the cold solid wood tabletop.

Xiao Fangdao's hand pinched the mouth of the bowl, the soup in the bowl did not move at all, but the body of the bowl accurately and quickly avoided Xu Chuilu's pinch.

Moreover, Xiao Fangdao never opened his eyes.

"The bowl won't leave this table, come again."

Xu Chuilu held his breath, stared at the piece of meat, moved very lightly to the mouth of the bowl, and then poked hard—but it was in vain again.

The sharp sound of chopsticks and tables mercilessly mocking her clumsiness.

The two failures aroused Xu Chuilu's fighting spirit, she stood up suddenly, rolled up her cuffs, and started the third battle.

This table is really not big, and the range of movement of the bowl is obviously limited, but Xiao Fangdao can control its position so delicately, once or twice Xu Chuilu almost brushed against the porcelain wall, only a centimeter - but a centimetre The difference is enough to brew a failure.

Xu Chuilu was sweating, and finally realized that there was still a huge distance between him and Xiao Fangdao, so he said dejectedly: "My disciple is defeated, I am not a talent for martial arts."

Xiao Fangdao opened his eyes and said in surprise: "I never said that you have to get that piece of meat before you are willing to teach martial arts."

She slapped the table, and after a tremor, the piece of meat rose into the air and landed tremblingly between Xu Chuilu's chopsticks.

Then, Xu Chuilu saw with her own eyes that the other party leaned over slightly, bit her chopsticks, and took away her slices of meat.

"Both meat and martial arts, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"

? !

Xu Chuilu's pupils trembled.

Keep it simple, the way you eat meat is simple.

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