[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

When Zhongyuan Yidianhong came in with Tuozi and Mazi, Wan Feng was cutting paper.

There was no red tissue paper in the desert, so Wan Feng grabbed a piece of white paper, carefully cut it into a white peony with small scissors, put it on with a wire, took out an ink pen and painted on the petals. What time is it.Turning the paper peony around a few times, the white peony looked more attractive because of the ink pen on it. The little girl nodded in satisfaction, and then raised her hand to tie this carefully cut white peony on the bun of the big man with a mournful face.

On the head of this big man, besides the paper peony that was just put on the hairpin, there are also white buds folded into small stars and strung together, a hairpin made of black begonia flowers, and a bunch of red flower spikes—no matter what it is, it is all made of white. Made of folded or cut paper.

After retouching with ink brushes, it is no longer the same color of mourning white, but it looks like a distant and moving ink painting.

——Of course, the premise is that these beautiful ornaments are placed on the head of a young girl in her twenties and eight years, not on the head of a seven-foot-tall man with the strength to lift a tripod and full of muscles....

Zhongyuan, who came in, didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see the big man who was used as a flower arrangement mat at the other end, nor did he see the trembling guys on the other side.

His eyes seemed to only see the shopkeeper sitting behind the counter.

He tied the two people in his hands with a rope, one was so ugly that people didn't want to take a second look, the other was bent over and hunched, and when he came in, he fell to the ground, and his high back gasped. non-stop.

This man with a face that wants to cry, a muscular body squirting, and as strong as a cow has his nose, eyes, and eyebrows squeezed together. He wants to cry but dare not cry: "I, my eldest lady... please forgive me!" , How does this make Lao Yan go out to meet people..."

"You play Pai Gow in the inn all day long, so why do you need to see anyone?" Wan Feng focused on the work at hand without raising her head.

"But...look, this...isn't there a guest here?" Lao Yan looked at the three people who came in begging for help, giving Zhongyuan Dianhong the illusion that he was the Buddha who came to save him.

Wan Feng finally looked away from the unformed paper-cut, and looked at the three people who came in from the other side.

Before she could speak, the guys at the other end who had been hiding away as if she didn't exist rushed up and wiped the tables and chairs next to the door courteously: "Is the customer going to shoot or stay in the hotel?"

Hey, my brother for more than ten years, don't take my job!

Lao Yan begged for help from his own group of buddies and the former shopkeeper. Wherever his eyes fell for help, the people there would automatically disperse.

Just kidding, it was hard for the little devil to not pay attention to them, it was because he was full to help attract attention!

"I already said, if you win, I'll do whatever you want, but if you lose, I'd like to bet!" Seeing that someone was going to say hello, Wan Feng turned her attention back.With such kung fu skills, the little girl who can definitely be called ingenious and dexterous cut out another black peony. Judging from the style, it seems that she is still the very precious "King of Flowers", Yao Huang.

Lao Yan only felt those warm hands brushing her hair, and felt that her head seemed to be heavy again...

Wan Feng adjusted Yao Huang's position, straightened up, looked at it seriously, and then praised: "Although peony is beautiful, it is too flattering; a string of red is very bright, just for decoration; begonia is very beautiful, Xiaojiabiyu... also Only Peony can be the rightful owner."

If it weren't for the fact that I really shouldn't be laughing right now, the hunchback thought that he would have laughed until he fell to the ground. This little girl doesn't know where the idea came from, but she actually dressed up a seven-foot man as a beautiful daughter. Regardless of the fleshy face and strong figure, this headgear... looks pretty good.

The hunchback is already thinking, if this dress is placed on several female dolls in his family, how beautiful it will be.

Zhongyuan Dianhong was a little silent, originally he wanted to find trouble here: Wu Juxuan asked him to meet here, but he didn't see anyone at this time, so according to the moody Zhongyuan Dianhong's personality, he would make a mess in this windy place Not surprising either.

But after entering this inn, he found that something seemed wrong.

The last time he came to the inn where the wind was blowing for a long time was only a few days ago. At that time, the inn looked like a desert inn, but it was only a few days...

How could that Xinglin Shenzhen who was missing according to Chu Liuxiang appear here, and judging by the situation... It seems that no one dares to fight her in the windy inn for a long time?

What kind of magic did this little girl use to make those big men who were licking their lives on knife-edges obediently turn into dolls of the girl doll's house?

"Little... little lady, although this peony is beautiful, but it needs someone to complement it... the small one is really not that material!" Yan had to rely on his own efforts.

"I also don't think you are this material." Wan Feng sighed, and said seriously, "Your appearance hurts people's eyes. I think my aesthetics have been insulted."

Lao Yan: "..." You know it too!

The little girl was still thinking seriously: "Could it be that I'm not skilled enough? Obviously, senior sister said that as long as she dresses up carefully, any ugly woman can become a beauty..." After that, she was talking to herself. .

Lao Yan: "..." Uncle, I am a man, not a woman!

But given him a thousand and ten thousand guts, he didn't dare to yell out, so he begged for mercy in a low voice: "Miss, please forgive me! What do you want to ask, I will never hide my old face. Tell you the truth!"

"But I don't want to know anything now." Wan Feng counted the remaining white papers in her hand, and said casually, "I should know, I will know sooner or later, and if I shouldn't know, I won't find it boring to ask Make it clear... If you think these are not beautiful enough, I will do some tricks for you."

Lao Yan froze halfway as he wanted to take off the paper-cut on his head.

He didn't want to know where the girl's eyes slipped past him just now.

As soon as the hunchback heard this, he knew that the girl was in trouble.

It's strange to say that although he has only been with this girl for a few days, for some reason, he feels that this girl's thoughts are as clear as written on her face - of course this is only for him , to others, there seems to be only two differences between the usual smiling face and the expressionless face on this girl's face.

How did the people in Fengtian Inn offend Miss Wan... Normally, this girl is easy to talk to!She didn't even worry about framing her and causing her to be wanted all over the world. It can be seen how open-minded this girl is. How can she be so angry at this moment?

Before he could figure out what was going on, another person came in.

This time it was a young girl in her twenties and eight years who came in, with bright eyes, two big greasy braids on her hair, and a striking red dress.

There was so much wind and sand outside, but the girl was spotless.

Wan Feng, who was thinking about what else to do with the paper in hand, couldn't help raising her head: "What are you looking at me for?"

The woman's gaze was too compelling, Wan Feng didn't want to pay attention to it, but the feeling of being like a light on her back made her extremely uncomfortable.

The girl covered her mouth and giggled: "Why, it's either a big ugly monster or a big cold piece of wood, so I'm not allowed to stare at the pleasing one?"

The little girl frowned uncomfortably, and took out a delicate crystal mirror from her side, and placed it in front of her, on which was clearly printed the appearance of the girl in red: "Okay, just look at yourself."

Chang Sun Hong choked.

She was just curious about what a girl doll who can change hands of Ban Tianfeng's territory within half a day looks like, but she didn't expect that this little doll is so young, but has a weird temper.

After stomping her feet, Changsun Hong remembered that she still had business to do, and glared at the little girl who started to study paper-cutting again, and turned to Zhongyuan Dianhong with a smile on her face: "But I never thought that Zhongyuan Dianhong actually looks like this!" Look, I thought it would be superhuman!"

Zhongyuan Yidianhong frowned: "Do you recognize me?"

Changsun Hong nodded: "Aren't you waiting for someone here? I'm here to pick you up. They can't come because they have something urgent to do, so I'm here to pick you up!"

Zhongyuan Dianhong pondered for a moment, then held the rope in his hand and said, "Let's go."

Changsun Hong smiled sweetly, but when she saw the ugly pockmarked face and hunchback, she frowned again: "In order to not choose two more beautiful ones as dogs, you chose two ugly monsters? They are really ugly."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a small silver knife was drawn out of her sleeve, and slashed straight towards the throat of Pockmarked Face.

But hearing a ding, Changsun Hong yelled, and hurriedly withdrew her hand. Between her fair fingers, red blood kept flowing out, as if the color on her clothes had reached her hands.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong put down his sword. He originally wanted to use the scabbard to cover the silver knife, but he didn't want a faster silver light to flash before his scabbard arrived.

Not only did Chang Sun Hong's silver knife fly, but also left a long wound on Chang Sun Hong's hand.

Chang Sunhong clasped her hands and turned her head abruptly, the unstoppable hostility welling up in her eyes.

The little scissors that were originally in the hands of the paper-cutting girl had disappeared.

At this moment, the little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old was folding the paper carefully, as if the scissors that just flew past had nothing to do with her.

"Little girl, do you know what you are doing!"

Wan Feng flipped her white and slender fingers deftly, causing the white paper to dance between her fingers, and everyone could only hear the voice casually: "Why, what is the master doing in his house, do you want the guests to tell me?" What's more, it's an uninvited guest." It's enough to save face by not calling someone to sweep them out with a broom.

Chang Sunhong snorted coldly, and suddenly smiled sweetly: "Do you think this is still your territory? The archers lying in ambush outside have already gone to the Paradise of Elysium!"

Everyone was startled, the girl in red came in with a smile on her face, but no one could have imagined that she was so murderous without blinking an eye, as if she had done something trivial.

The little girl sighed: "Female beauty, the ancients never deceived me."

While speaking, the white paper in Wan Feng's hand took shape, and it turned out to be a big scorpion with teeth and claws.

She waved lightly, and the paper scorpion landed on Changsun Hong's shoulder.

White paper and red clothes are pretty.

"In two or thirty years, you will be about half of Shangshi Guanyin. As for why only half..." Wan Feng rested her cheek with one hand, turned her eyes to Changsun Hong's face, and said with a chuckle, "Female beauty, It must be a beauty. These 30-year-olds, although they can be said to have a charm, but..."

She didn't go on, because Chang Sun Hong was already trembling with anger.

"You..." Changsun Hong was about to explode, but a slow and elegant voice came from outside: "It's getting late, haven't you invited brother Hong?"

The tone was gentle and sweet, but Chang Sun Hong, who was about to lose her mind with anger, trembled all over, and suddenly came to her senses.This time, she didn't look at the girl over there anymore, she just raised her hand to lead the way, and led Zhongyuan Yidianhong out of the inn, even ignoring the two he was holding.

In the inn, Wan Feng stared at the half-finished paper-cut in her hands, and slowly frowned.

She studied under Su Yuluan, the qin sage, and those who study music theory are naturally extremely sensitive to sound.No matter how good a ventriloquist is, she can distinguish the ever-changing voices one by one.

The voice of that person just now...