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The rouge-stained hair brushed lightly on the tip of Sijin's tongue, the soft and slight touch almost aroused all of Sijin's sensitive nerves, and Sijin's eye sockets turned red along with her lips and tongue.

This is a unique scene that Wuma really didn't expect.He couldn't help but half-closed his eyes.

The soft red melted on the tip of the little monk's tongue and lips, adding a touch of brilliance to the little monk's plain facial features out of thin air.

Kind of nice.

Wumazhen took the fine hair from Sijin's hand.Fingers lifted his chin slightly.

He had never looked at the little monk so carefully.It goes without saying that the skin is thin and tender, and the pair of almond eyes are brighter than ordinary people, reminding him of the rabbit that ran rampant in his sedan chair today.And this mouth was small and delicate, and the lip color was a little lighter than that of ordinary people. When he saw it, he couldn't help but want to color it.

As for the matter of coloring, the little monk would definitely refuse to say it clearly.

The little monk refused, so he had to find another way.

So Wuma really said: "I will do the rest."

Freed.

Sijin put one hand on the chair, her back pressed against the cold back of the seat, and looked up at Wumazhen gratefully.

But he suddenly realized that when he was sitting and Wumazhen was standing, when the other party bent over, this posture seemed to be painting his face.

How can you paint on his face?

If he painted a peacock on his face, he would have no face to go back to see his brother later.

Wuma really hasn't lost the slightest bit, but Sijin has lowered her eyes and turned her face away, only revealing a section of white and rosy ears for him to see.

A hint of puzzlement flashed under Wuma's really calm expression.

Why, it was discovered so soon?

Seeing that the other party did not move for a long time, Sijin began to hesitate again, so she could only turn her head, and said bravely, "I can't paint the face of a monk."

Wuma really smiled softly.

In this laughter, Sijin's face became dry, what's so funny?

"How about doing something else instead of painting?" Wuma asked patiently.

Do something else?Sijin didn't understand, what else could his face be used for?Make a fuss?

"Close your eyes." Wuma really said.

He had already started to look forward to seeing the young monk's lips painted with Zhu Suhou.

It must be peerless and moving.

"Forget it." Without waiting for the little monk to respond, Wuma really leaned over, and gently tied a piece of cold silky satin on Sijin's eyes.

Sijin only had time to see that on the moon-white silk satin, there was a pink-white flower that was just about to bloom.

"The city lord..." The little monk couldn't help but tightened his clothes around his chest.A blooming lotus flower on the clothes instantly clustered together, and was tightly held in the hands of the young monk.

"Say." Wumazhen spoke in a steady tone, writing slowly without even raising his eyes.

"Later... I have to go back to Taihe Temple." Sijin was startled by the cold touch.

If the time is delayed, the senior brother will be anxious.

"No problem. After it's over, I'll ask Chu Ji to take you back in a palanquin from the house." Wuma really said.

How can this be.Sijin thought to herself, how could their practitioners go back in a sedan chair.

"Not willing?" Wuma really asked.

He wrote softly, and the soft red that he made was bright and full of tenderness, all of which bloomed on the lips of the little monk, looking even more charming than the pink lotus on the silk satin that covered his eyes.

If only the little monk could maintain this soft red all the time.

He thought too much.

Monks cannot lie.Sijin could only shake her head slightly, expressing her reluctance.

He felt a little hot after the coldness between his lips dissipated, but Wumazhen pressed his chin with his fingers, keeping his lips slightly closed but unable to touch.

He didn't know that he was just a painting in Wumazhen's eyes, and he didn't even know what happened.

After Wumazhen finished coloring, he put down the fine hair, and gently wiped off the excess rouge from the corners of his mouth with his white sleeve.

"Then I'll take you home myself."

"City Lord?!" Sijin couldn't sit still.

"Don't talk." Wumazhen gave a "hush", and then praised in a low voice, "It's beautiful."

What looks good?

With her eyes covered, Si Jin could only turn her face slightly to express her doubts.

Wuma really felt that it wasn't enough, so he took another fine tip, and lightly touched a red lotus on his forehead.

This time, the painting of the little monk came to life completely.

Very good.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes, thinking in his heart if he should just find an excuse to paint on the little monk next time.

"General, someone is asking to see you outside."

Qi Diao Gong opened his eyes tiredly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"

As soon as the commander died, his position in the Huojun suddenly dropped by a few points. A few days ago, even the low-ranking Yaozi army began to speak sarcastic remarks about him openly.

The Yaozi Army is the scornful name of Qidiaogong to a group of pagans who have been wandering in the streets and alleys of Xijue all the year round, but it is this team that helped the King of Xijue wipe out the Great Jin Dynasty of the Central Plains with overwhelming momentum more than ten years ago, and laid the foundation for the war. the current situation.Afterwards, the king of Xijue conferred the title. Because there were many monks and monks in this large team, they were unified as the "Monk Army", and it was an extra treatment to be included in the Xijue establishment.

So far, this team is still a very special existence in the entire Xijue.

Sure enough, his subordinates reported back to Qi Diao Gong: "It's Long Ruishi, the second commander of the monk army."

Which pot does not open which pot.

Qi Diao Gong already had a headache and was very irritable. When he heard that it was the Yaozi Army, he had a splitting headache:

"You tell him to go out directly in front of my Huojun Gate and turn left, and then walk three miles to cool off there."

The subordinates were particularly embarrassed: "This... I'm afraid it's not good?"

As we all know, when Huo Jun went out, he turned left for three miles, which was a famous brothel street!How can there be any reason to invite people to brothels?

Qi Diaogong didn't want to talk nonsense: "Then I'm not feeling well, so I can't see him."

Is this more polite?

Although the ranks of monk soldiers and ghosts are not very high, they have a lot of privileges. Huo Jun doesn't want to be with them, let alone provoke them for no reason.

To provoke this group of people is probably to provoke a show.The lacquer carving bow just lost the white snake, and it is absolutely unwilling to act rashly again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the subordinates became even more embarrassed: "General, don't say that, the second commander has excellent medical skills, if you shirk because of illness, he will have more reasons to come to see you."

Why is it so annoying? !

Qi Diaogong sat up from the bamboo couch all at once, and his forehead was thrown away: "Seeing that I have lost the white snake, how dare these kiln soldiers come to provoke Lao Tzu openly? Even if they gathered eighteen commanders and lined up in two teams If you stand in front of me, I won't even see you!"

After saying that, he casually threw out a pair of glazed pottery pots that had collapsed: "Get out of here!"

The men left quickly.

The clay pot happened to be smashed at my feet, and it was broken into many pieces of dregs.The visitor paused slightly, but as if he didn't feel the general's anger at all, he took another two steps forward.

After Qi Diao Gong finished roaring, he felt that his headache was getting worse.This time the head wind came violently but without warning, which caught him off guard, so he could only rub his temples desperately, trying to keep his vision clear.

"How about I press the button for the general?" the visitor spoke.

The lacquer carving didn't even raise its bow, and a self-defense dagger on its waist flew straight towards the comer.The visitor raised his eyes slightly, and didn't even move to dodge. In an instant, the sword wind passed by his ears, and a few locks of hair slipped down, and the dagger was embedded in the wall behind him.

The visitor was not afraid, and couldn't help applauding: "The general is very skilled."

"Get lost." Qi Diao said with a bow.He is like a trapped animal at this moment, already on the verge of rage.

This person's purpose is obvious, to take advantage of others' danger to provoke him.

Sure enough, the Yaozi Army didn't have any good things.

"General." Long Ruizhi turned a blind eye, but calmly stepped forward and sat on the chair beside the bamboo couch, "I'm getting lost, you will regret it."

Lacquer carving bow couldn't help raising his head.

This Long Ruishi is full of ruffian, but for some reason, Qi Diaogong is very familiar with him.

So that he had a headache and had to think about where this sense of familiarity came from.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, what he faced was not Long Ruishi, but a face he missed day and night.

white snake? !

In an instant, the sharp head wind suddenly disappeared, and Qi Diaogong sat down with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Three days ago, he personally presided over the funeral for White Snake.

Three days later, the white snake was able to stand in front of him unscathed?

Arabian Nights?

He was surprised and pleasantly surprised, holding a lot of words in his mind to say to the white snake.But when the words came to an end, he couldn't say a word, he could only help the white snake's arm in a daze, and said without beginning and end: "Where is Long Ruizhi?"

The white snake bent down to pick up the forehead wipe for him, and handed it to him: "It's only been three days since I saw you, and the general has already found a new commander. It seems that I came at the wrong time."

"Nonsense," Qi Diaogong put the forehead back on and straightened it obediently, and defended himself, "Even if there are thousands of Long Ruishi, they can't compare to my White Snake Commander."

"That's good." Ling Qu smiled with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"These days..." Qi Diaogong hesitated to speak, staring at Ling Qu closely, for fear that he would run away in the blink of an eye.

"No problem." Ling Qu said.A ray of light penetrated into the room, and Ling Qu subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Seeing this, Qi Diao Gong turned around and pulled out a brand new cloak from the cabinet to cover him.

If Ling Qu remembered correctly, the cloak was awarded by King Xijue himself during the hunt last year.The lacquer carving bow was always carried with him, but he never touched his body once.

But just now, he didn't even think about putting it on himself.

Ling Qu turned his eyes and said, "Tell the general one thing."

"Tell me." Qi Diaogong said without thinking.

"Wait," he hesitated suddenly, his fierce face showed a bit of fear of the rest of his life, "tell me first, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Ling Qu was silent, glanced at the other party, and then said: "For the general, it is probably a good thing."

"Then what are you waiting for? Say it quickly!" Qi Diao Bow was impatient.

Ling Qu's thin lips parted slightly, and a trace of long-lost indifference and gloom appeared in his eyes:

"I, killed Wumazhen."

The author has something to say:

General Lacquer Carving: On the nth day when the commander is away, I miss him and miss him~

Ling Qu: ...baaaah.