Jing Hengbo looked left and right, hey, there is no one in the yard.
It doesn't matter if there are people, she is a hunter's daughter, she has been insulted and can't resist?
She is a Orion daughter who lives in Qifeng Mountain, is used to seeing tall people, and has a bad temper. Can't she have a few beautiful hands to resist?
"Go and wash!" The young man shouted coldly, he had indeed been trained, no matter how angry he was, his tone would remain calm, his expression would not appear ferocious, and he had that indifferent and noble air.
God knows that Jing Hengbo hates this smell the most at the moment!
"I'm dirty?" She took a step forward.
"Get out of the way! Do you know that you are disgusting?" Mr. Li glanced at her, and immediately took a step back as if he had seen a yellow caterpillar.
"I'm dirty?" Jing Hengbo didn't seem to feel his disgust, and took another step forward with a smile.
"I asked you to get out of the way, didn't you hear?" Young Master Li took another step back angrily. He also seemed to feel something was wrong, and turned around to leave.
Jing Hengbo grabbed his sleeve, "I'm dirty?"
"Let go!" Young Master Li was pulled almost staggered by her, turned his head suddenly, and raised his hand to pull out the sword at his waist.
Before he could touch the sword, Jing Hengbo suddenly came in front of him, and put his face close to his.
Being so close, the yellow, yellow, and white on her face looked even more terrifying. Mr. Li's eyes widened, fearing that her "Vitiligo" would be infected, he hurriedly backed away, "Get out!"
His lightness kung fu is excellent, when he retreats, his clothes are fluttering, he is really a bit masculine, presumably it is also the result of deliberate training, other martial arts are not good, light kung fu is the best at pretending to be handsome.
But he withdrew three feet in a row, and Jing Hengbo seemed to be attached to him, forcibly floating against him for three feet, until he pushed him against the wall and could not retreat.
"I'm dirty?" She smiled and spat out a melon seed shell on his face.
There was still no movement around, it seemed that those people didn't mind her giving this kid a little lesson.
"Get lost! Disgusting slut!" Mr. Li finally uttered obscenities and drew his sword.
Jing Hengbo spat on his snow-white face with a "bah", and as soon as he raised his hands, he grabbed his cheeks on both sides, and pinched his extremely handsome face until it was completely deformed.
"Do you know that you are disgusting like this!" She said coldly, "I'm very angry!"
She is very angry!
This face is really an insult, an insult!
She held the face firmly with one hand, and raised the other hand, papa papa papa!
Pros and cons, eighteen slaps in the face!
All of them are solid, crisp and loud!
After fanning, one side slapped the other side, eighteen of them, one not too many and one not not, until snow white turned red, red turned blue, blue turned purple, purple became a large patch, eyes swollen and mouth crooked.
I fan! I fan! I fan fan!
Fan out is full of rage, fan out is depressed, fan out hates and despises this shameless world, fan out curses and fights against this ruthless God.
I am an innocent ordinary person, helplessly entangled in the dust of the world, I can be wrong or wronged, and I will slap anyone who bullies me!
Clap clap clap clap!
The sound was too crisp, too continuous, too fast, so that no one had time to stop it.
Someone in the distance shouted to stop, but she pretended not to hear it.
Seeing that Juesu's face was completely blue and purple beyond recognition, and the pig's face was prettier than his, Jing Hengbo stopped his hands in satisfaction, and wiped his slightly numb hands on the hot face from the fan.
She looked left and right, examined the face with satisfaction, and nodded.
That's right, this face should belong to him, that face just now was so unpleasant to look at!
Immediately, she took Mr. Li and slowly wiped it on the wall, wiping off the brick gray and yellow mud all over his body. The snow-white clothes were so mottled that the original color could not be seen.
After wiping the wall clean, she threw him like a torn sack.
"Now you are dirtier than me." She smiled and kicked Mr. Li with her toe.
"Stop!" The voice of drinking resistance was long overdue at this time.
Jing Hengbo blinked, turned around, and looked at the leader who rushed over.
"This..." The leader helped the young man up, first checked his injuries, and found that they were only flesh wounds, so many slaps were slapped hard, but the placement was ingenious, not even a single tooth was slapped.
He was slightly relieved that although he looked down on this young man, he was more or less a secret weapon carefully cultivated by the sect master, he might be the face of the sect master, if he was really injured and disfigured, the plan would die prematurely. He couldn't bear the door master's anger.
Now it's just a flesh wound. With some good medicine, it will heal quickly and it won't leave any scars.
Young Master Li was hanging limply on his arm, trembling all over, the leading man frowned, feeling even more disdainful in his heart—didn't the sect master say that Young Master Li was not weak in martial arts? How could he be beaten like this by a wild girl? Besides, this injury is nothing more than a flesh injury, as for acting like this?
The sect master must have put gold on his face. Seeing this kid's virtue, he really can't help him.
At this time, Mr. Li was suffering and couldn't tell—his martial arts are really not low. When he was slapped earlier, he had time to draw his sword, but for some reason, when the woman's hand pressed his face, he suddenly felt guilty. The internal organs are empty, all strength is gone, the body is empty and cold, and the original true energy has turned into a milky white air flow, which suddenly escapes. It's like... just like the moonlight coldly shining on the empty room, bringing a slight chill, and seeing the scattered dust in the dim light.
But slowly, the zhenqi in his body began to recover again, so that he began to wonder if it was his own illusion just now. Seeing the dissatisfied expression on the leader's face, he was ashamed to tell him about the strange situation just now. He was afraid that after talking about it, the leader would think that he was cowardly and shameless. He has no evidence, and his body has returned to normal.
"Girl, you are too reckless." The leader turned around and scolded Jing Hengbo coldly, "Master Li is our distinguished guest, how could you beat him like this."
"That beautiful sister told me that a scholar can be killed and never humiliated. If anyone bullies me, I will beat him." Jing Hengbo turned around and left, "In this case, you probably don't need me to bring you to see the beautiful sister. I will go back gone."
"Stop." The leader grabbed her sleeve, "Did your beautiful sister really tell you that?"
"Of course." Jing Hengbo blinked stupidly, "My sister is very kind to me, and the uncles on the mountain are very kind to me, and have taught me a lot." She opened her snow-white eyes to the sky. Palm, appreciating repeatedly, "Look at my slap just now, did it look good?"
The leader's eyes changed - no one in the world knows the name of Venerable Master Ziwei in Qifeng Mountain and Qisha. Most people naturally want to make friends, but they are afraid of the master and apprentice, they act indulgently and do not follow the rules, so they dare not contact them lightly. Now when I heard the little girl say that she had to be instructed by the Seven Kills, I felt that she had really made a clever move just now, and felt itchy.
If I can fool Master Ziwei's miraculous skills...
Thinking of this, he decided to let the woman go. That is to say, if Li Hanyu is beaten up, he will recover soon.
"You can't get the silver when you leave, and you don't have a single copper coin on you. How can you go back?"
Jing Hengbo stopped in his tracks, turned his back to the man, and twitched the corners of his lips slightly.
As long as people have greed, they are easy to deal with.
"Send Mr. Li back to rest, and remember to use the best wound plaster." The man ordered again.
Li Hanyu struggled angrily, pointing at Jing Hengbo probably meant to demand heavy punishment, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him, a group of Kong Wu's powerful servants quickly rushed him into the backyard.
Jing Hengbo shrugged and glanced at Li Hanyu's room.
This person is useful, let's make out with him again tonight.
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It started to rain lightly at night. A layer of blue oily light shone on the ground, reflecting the crimson lanterns of the inn in the distance, melting into a misty color, like fresh blood.
Jing Hengbo gathered his clothes tightly, thinking that he would go out and "borrow" some clothes later.
She plans to have a good heart-to-heart talk with Li Hanyu tonight, and needs a beautiful outfit.
There are no clothing stores around here, so she plans to go shopping in the city. Just to see the size of the local halls of the major powers in the rivers and lakes. Guanjiachuan is also an important town for the tortoiseshell. It is said that most of the tortoiseshell forces have important sub-helms here, so this group of people is also very careful when entering the city.
Jing Hengbo also wanted to find traces of that Mr. Mu. She had heard the name several times when she was traveling all the way out of Beijing, and she was full of curiosity about this character and his organization, thinking that he must be a strange person with a famous tortoise shell. However, when she arrived at Tortoiseshell, no one had ever heard of the name after inquiring about it several times, consciously or unconsciously.
In this case, either someone lied to her at the beginning, or this Mr. Mu is really powerful, entrenched in the tortoiseshell and hidden behind the scenes, and idlers can't get close at all.
She is very interested in such a force. There is no doubt that the three sects, four alliances and seven major gangs are her enemies, but whether this Mr. Mu is an enemy or a friend is still unknown. If it's an enemy, she needs to get to know him better; if it's a friend, then pull her into her camp as soon as possible.
The group of people outside seemed to have something to do tonight, and she heard the sound of them moving out one after another earlier. Of course, there were guards left outside her house, but it didn't work for her. The next moment, she was already standing on the wet street.
There is the sound of silk and bamboo in the distance, and Yulou Square in the west of Guanjiachuan City is the legendary place for fireworks, but it is actually the location of the halls of all major forces.
Today, the sound of silk and bamboo is especially melodious and loud. It seems to have spread across half of the city. The kingship of the tortoiseshell is declining, there is no curfew, and there are still many pedestrians on the street. Ladies, we will have a joint banquet tonight at Yuloufang, you women, stay away, if you are accidentally spotted, you will be in trouble." Turning to look at her, he smiled again, "It's not bad to be spotted. There will always be a sideshow after the boys have finished drinking. At that time, the top names in the city will go, and you can also take the opportunity to show off."
Jing Hengbo chuckled and let go, thinking that freedom is freedom if no one cares about it, and the local folk customs are open enough.
It was still early, she looked at the place where the fireworks were flourishing, and suddenly thought of going to see the grand festival in Jianghu.
In the past, when I read stories about gangsters, I always felt tears boil. I don’t know what kind of grand banquet this ancient version of gangster banquets will be. There is also the word joint banquet, which always sounds a bit strange. As far as she knows, although not all of the three sects, four alliances and seven major gangs are opposed to each other, their relationship with each other is intricate, and it is difficult to get together to drink. Now Joint treat, who is invited? Who is so generous?
When she arrived at Yuloufang, she didn't need to look for it, the largest one was brightly lit. On the street downstairs, those who eat, walk, and play are all well-dressed, wearing clothes of different colors, all of them have sharp eyes, walk lightly, carry knives and swords, and are full of evil spirits. And they are all distinct, obviously belonging to different organizations.
There were two groups of people betting on the side of the road, and a bunch of people were booing. One party lost, and three fingers rolled down the street. No one screamed, everyone laughed. Passers-by on the street walked by, calmly kicking their fingers into the gutter.
This is a scene that cannot be seen in other places in the Great Wilderness. It is full of vicious violence, reserved fierceness, silent bloodthirsty, and calm hand-to-hand combat.
This is the world of rivers and lakes.
Jing Hengbo raised his chin, thinking that one day these guys would have to go back to their rat holes.
Except for the warriors on the street, the rest are women. The whole Yuloufang is a field of fireworks, and fireworks women are naturally everywhere. Almost every person dressed as a leader is surrounded by a woman with heavy makeup, and according to the status of the leader, The quality of women's looks also changed. From the end of the street to the jade building in the center of the street, it seems to have seen the stepwise transformation of ugly women into beautiful women.
In this kind of place, there is no need to bother to modify it. At night, Jing Hengbo's skin returned to normal, and she walked in calmly.
At first no one paid attention to her, there were too many women, but when a drunk guy accidentally shook the lantern in his hand in front of her, that person was taken aback.
The people around were also startled.
People who ate, played chess, drank, and gambled their lives on the street all turned their heads silently and stared at Jing Hengbo who was walking along the way.
The women straightened up from the man's arms, looking at Jing Hengbo from head to toe, with jealousy in their eyes, more envy.
The whole street suddenly changed from extremely noisy to extremely quiet. Those weird and probing eyes stared at even a bold person like Jing Hengbo, making him feel hairy.
She knew she was beautiful, and thought that in such a place where dragons and snakes were mixed up, if someone saw her face, there would inevitably be competition and teasing, but the strange thing was that no one did.
She walked all the way with quiet and strange eyes, only feeling uncomfortable.
Wherever she passed, everyone gave way to a road, which led directly to Yulou, and she couldn't hide in a corner even if she wanted to.
She was forcefully forced by those people to go to the Jade Tower where the banquet was held today.
The owner of the shop was standing at the entrance of Yulou, before the bosses arrived, the owner and all the waiters had already greeted the guests at the door, when they saw her drive straight in, they immediately came up to greet her, and said: "Miss, please rest in the back room, wait for the summons later. "
Jing Hengbo was baffled, he really didn't understand what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds, did they recognize her identity? It doesn't look like it.
If she came, she would be safe, and she entered the Jade Tower.
Just as her figure entered the building, the dead street suddenly came alive again.
The discussion was like a wave, almost sweeping the rainy street.
"Ha, tonight's top card is so pretty!"
"I don't know where the leader of the Hua gang found it. It doesn't seem to be from Guan Jiachuan's local flower house."
"Maybe it's the oiran of Shangyuan? Look at his temperament."
"Who is the kid who was invited? What a blessing!"
"Come on, what is he? Be careful, you will die, you will die!"
…
Jing Hengbo stood in front of the window on the second floor of Yulou, watching the movement below.
She was warmly received by the shopkeeper, no one asked her identity, no one questioned her, she was directly invited into a lounge, where the bed curtains, quilts, dresser, and even the bathroom were all prepared.
The shopkeeper asked her to have a good rest, provided her with the supplies in the house, and sent her a set of exquisite dresses.
Two little maids then came in to wait on her, and asked her if she wanted to take a bath, with a respectful demeanor.
Of course Jing Hengbo doesn't want to take a bath, she wants to solve the mystery.
With her eloquence, it didn't take long to find out about defrauding the two little girls for a few minutes. It turned out that everyone here regarded her as the number one guest who came to accompany the guests tonight.
It is customary for Yuloufang group banquet to invite the most beautiful girls to accompany the most important guests.
So when she appeared, everyone was shocked by her appearance, and naturally thought that she was the oiran who came to accompany the guests.
As for her simple attire, she didn't look like an oiran or something, no one was surprised. The local martial arts in the tortoise shell are strong, and the world is not fair. Women often learn some simple martial arts or learn to modify them in order to protect themselves.
Standing upstairs, Jing Hengbo saw the local oirans arriving one after another, some in small sedan chairs in green clothes, and some walking casually. Anyway, the store has thoughtful arrangements, and you can just make up and change clothes after you come.
Jing Hengbo is a little strange, she is used to seeing young and Dangerous boys, isn't she afraid of enemies getting in this kind of gangster gathering? If someone sneaks in and assassinates so and so, wouldn't it be possible to change the dynasty immediately?
The little girls laughed.
"The girl probably came to Tortoise not long ago, so she doesn't know the rules of our Tortoise. As early as ten years ago, the leaders of the Seven Clans of the Three Clans and Four Alliances set the rules. However, no one is allowed to do harm to anyone who is not in a gathering of armed forces. Others. This is to ensure that when the various forces need peace negotiations, they can sit down and talk safely. For this article, all the leaders have sworn a blood oath. We Turtles take the oath very seriously. The entire rivers and lakes are hunted down by groups, and there will never be a peaceful day, and no one dares to violate it."
Then the little girls tactfully but persistently asked Jing Hengbo to take a bath. When Jing Hengbo took a bath, he found that their eyes were burning, their movements were brisk, and they checked her clothes calmly. And outside the house, people's figures flashed by from time to time.
It's not that they don't check, but they check quietly. Indeed, it's very difficult to assassinate here. Not to mention how many people and institutions are inside and outside the house, the gangs arranged by various forces outside are like iron walls. Who can fly go out?
In this case, let's go with the flow, Jing Hengbo took a shower and sat in front of the dressing table to put on makeup.
She declined the little girl's help, opened the makeup box by herself, and was vaguely in a trance when facing the bronze mirror with eight bats and water chestnut flowers.
It seems to be Yuzhao Palace, with yellow decals on the mirror in front of the stage. The dressing table that belongs to her has reflected her makeup, recorded her smiling face, uncovered the secrets of the underground palace, and laid Sister Cui's body.
In the last moment of the image left by the bronze mirror, whether or not it reflects her pale face.
Opposite mirror, applique yellow.
She lightly painted her eyebrows, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her color was blue and blue.
The person in the mirror is now thousands of miles away, struggling for survival step by step in a dark and strange place.
She chooses pink rouge, dabs the corners of her eyes, and sprinkles a touch of gold powder.
The golden powder palace, the peach blossoms are falling, the spring of Yuzhao Palace that year, who will remain in the memory from now on?
She took out the bright red lipstick, sipped it lightly, and the spring color of that year was locked on her lips.
Life is the most beautiful in youth, after that period of glamorous age, you have to apply layers of makeup, apply vermilion and powder, touch emerald green and fall fat, cover a layer of beauty with a layer of frost, and forget the coolness of autumn.
She combed her black cloud temples, piled them up high, and wore a pair of begonias with side-by-side hairpins.
That year when the person in the mirror was behind him, the breath of his leaning over was fragrant and faint. She remembered the coldness and delicateness of the back of his hand, like touching a handful of clean snow in summer.
Snow-colored shadow gauze long skirt, purple silk draped with light golden cloud pattern border. The style of the palace skirt is vague, dignified and noble, and the long skirt that draws out hides a bit of romantic and gorgeous thoughts.
She was also the Queen of Merry, and Di Ge looked back and amazed the whole city. The wild and flowery chiffon skirt brushed against the hearts of countless people, but she failed to sway steadily on her throne.
So, start over.
…
She stood up gracefully in front of the mirror, and behind her, the two little maids were already suffocating.
At first, she only thought of beauty, and without thinking, she decided that she must be the number one oiran, but now with the face in her eyes, one suddenly felt that the word "oiran" was too blasphemous.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that the breath would be too hot and dirty, and it would spoil this beauty made of jade and snow.
Jing Hengbo sat quietly in front of the mirror, feeling in a trance that he seemed like a well-dressed bride waiting for his beloved.
Then she slightly raised the corners of her lips mockingly.
In this chaotic tortoise shell, dark rivers and lakes, reckless gatherings, where can I get my lover?
…
The sky was getting darker and darker, the girls were basically all there, and then the bosses came out in order.
She was watching upstairs, and the little girl introduced softly.
"The tall, golden-faced one is Hua Yan, the leader of the Yan Clan, and he is also the host of today's treat."
"The one as thin as a bamboo pole is the leader of the Raft Gang, in charge of the North Hawksbill Water Business."
"He is bald, and the sword on his body is taller than others is the monk Wang of Tianyi Dao. He has eight hundred swordsmen, and all of them are brave and fearless."
…
"Huang-haired and bearded, the tall and mighty one is Meng Lihuo, the leader of the Raging Fire Alliance, and next to him is his family's sixth lady, known as the sixth female son, who is said to be more talented than all the brothers and sisters, and is most loved by the leader. It is said that the Ragnarok League will be passed on to this young lady in the future, and she has publicly threatened not to marry, but only to marry men."
"This is the female head of the Raksha Sect. It is said that she is called Luo Sha. Unexpectedly, she is here today. She is the head of one of the three Sects, and she is also the number one leader of the North Tortoiseshell."
"We don't know the other few, they may have come from the South Hawksbill and Heishuize. The leaders of the other big gangs... It's a big battle..."
The little girl also exclaimed, as if they didn't expect such a big battle today.
It seemed that they didn't know who they were inviting today, Jing Hengbo's heart moved, and he felt that the power of the tortoiseshell in the world should not be underestimated. A restaurant under the name of the weakest Yan Gang, and a pair of young girls trained by them, are very familiar with these Jianghu affairs and the Jianghu bosses, so you can imagine the power and ability of the rest.
However, the guest who caused such a big battle has not yet come.
It can be seen that the faces of those big bosses below are not very good-looking.
The faces of the attendants all over the street were even worse.
For such a battle, to invite such a sensational guest, anyone should be flattered, waiting at the door early, but this guest is so arrogant, making all these big bosses wait!
Time passed minute by minute, and even Jing Hengbo upstairs was curious—this time was too long, who among these bigwigs waited like this? This one didn't do it on purpose, did he? Deliberately angering all the forces in this tortoiseshell? Courting death, this is it?
Downstairs in a quiet room, the bosses who were drinking tea and waiting were already full of water and anger. Most of them were already hungry, and they lit a fire because of hunger, and all of them had fierce eyes.
"Why haven't you come yet? Has the post been delivered?" An old man with a voice like a bell asked angrily.
"Back to Sect Master Xiong, the post has been delivered, and it was sent directly to the other side's mountain gate. They also said that they will be there on time." Someone immediately answered with a trembling voice.
"If you want me to say, you shouldn't use such a big battle to hire someone. Is he worthy? You just say that it is no small thing for this person to take root in my complicated tortoiseshell and quietly develop such a force. It must be big enough After a battle, I will subdue him in one fell swoop. Now I have not been subdued, but I was slapped in the face first, hehe..." A man with a white face, a waist like a water snake, and an abnormal red corner of his eyes couldn't help sneering.
"Or, it's just that the battle is too big. This person is too scared to come. I don't know." A middle-aged man with a thin face smiled and turned to look at the young man beside him, but the man smiled, Just looking at the road outside the window.
"The Tai Bao is right." The Raksha Sect Master suddenly smiled, "If this person really dares not come, it will not be easy for us to get together once, or ask the Tai Bao to teach us some experience on how to contact and please the Queen. ?”
"What did you say?" The leader of the Thirteenth Taibao, the Great Taibao was taken aback.
The man beside him who had been looking at the road outside the window suddenly turned his head.
…
On the same rainy night, in a desolate alley in Hexing City, Yeluqi was walking under a tung oil umbrella.
Xian Yuqing followed him a step behind, held an umbrella for him, and dared not say a word.
Mr. rushing to Hexing City, of course nothing will happen, the "internal traitor" was arranged by him, and he has already heard the news and avoided it. Mr. took advantage of the situation to deal with the affairs of Hexingcheng hall, and prepared to rush to Shangyuan tomorrow .
Things went well, and my husband should be in a good mood, but at this moment, he felt that my husband had a heavy heart, which was darker and deeper than the sky on this rainy night in early winter.
"Xianyu." Yeluqi said suddenly.
"The subordinates are here."
"Our Shadow Pavilion has quietly developed in Tortoiseshell for five years, and it is impossible to hide it if we want to grow stronger. The Three Clans and Four Alliances should already know the existence of the Shadow Pavilion by now, right?"
"I think... yes."
"Since we've discovered it, there's no need to hide. How do you think Yinge and I should appear in front of the tortoiseshell forces?"
Xian Yuqing felt bitterness at the corner of his mouth, and bowed his body under the umbrella.
"Everything is up to the owner to decide."
"Or I don't need to play the way I want," Yeluqi said softly, "Those lords and gang lords, knowing the existence of the Shadow Pavilion, will they let it go?"
Xian Yuqing didn't dare to speak, the sweat on his back soaked out layer by layer. Fortunately, it was cold and rainy in this winter day, and my robe was already slightly damp, but I couldn't tell.
"For example..." Yeluqi's voice became softer, "Three sects, four alliances and seven major gangs join hands to have a big feast."
Xian Yuqing was startled, gritted his teeth and raised his head, but Yeluqi turned his head away at this moment.
Xian Yuqing looked at the master's back in astonishment, his figure was hazy outlined by the drizzle, and his hair was shrouded in crystal mist.
"A feast with malicious intentions..." Yeluqi stared at the north, the corners of his lips gradually curled up, with a slightly mocking arc.
"Since someone is stupid and willing to rush up to take the knife for me, why should I not do it?"
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Inside Guan Jiachuan's Jade Tower, Luo Sha was still staring at the great **** Qu Shaohong and sneered.
She has already received news that the queen has already gone down the mountain and has hooked up with the Thirteenth Taibao. Now the people under her sect are looking for the daughter of a hunter in Qifeng Mountain to help track down the queen. Because of this, she thought of her subordinate's report from the secret hall, and the fact that the Thirteenth Taibao often went to Qifeng Town recently, comparing the two, she naturally felt suspicious.
The chief Taibao was confused, and looked at the second Taibao, Jian Zhizhuo, in astonishment.
The Taibao was a little restless. Things were not going well recently. The underground hall in Qifeng Town was destroyed, the Twelve Taibao was disabled, and many important materials were lost. The beasts bred after the transfer also died one after another. So many bad things happened, but they didn't even know who the murderer was. Although there were clues left by the Fire League and the Jade Belt Gang at the scene, the second child stopped the angry people who wanted to seek revenge, saying that there was something strange about this matter, Think long term. Now when I heard Luo Sha suddenly say such an incoherent sentence, I suddenly felt bad—what the **** happened?
Jian Zhizhuo's attention was still on the street outside. There is a slight solemnity between the eyebrows.
Someone muttered irritably, "What the **** did he do!"
…
What is he doing?
He is doing his makeup.
It seems a bit wrong for the man to use this word, but his posture in front of the mirror at the moment is actually calm and graceful.
The brass mirror is very bright, reflecting the unparalleled complexion of the person in the mirror.
In a small box next to the mirror, there was a thin skin-like adhesive patch. He unbuttoned his shirt, and the bronze mirror reflected a deep red line on his chest, which was the scar of a knife wound.
On a rainy day, the mirror is covered with mist, and the wound is reflected like cherry blossoms, which is miserable and beautiful.
He used the fake skin to cover the scars. Ever since he discovered that she had the habit of tearing off her clothes to look at her chest, every time he went out he would stick them on.
Next to the mirror are two thin human skin masks and a very delicate silver mask.
He put on a mask, and in the bronze mirror was a handsome and gentle young man with a slight smile on his face, which was slightly shy.
There is one face in a person's life, but there are thousands of faces in his heart. For him, thousands of faces, full of only one name.
The mask was very long, from the neck to the chest, so he took off his shirt and smoothed the mask.
This is a special mask, which is extremely delicate and real, and can reflect all expressions on the face. More importantly, the opening of this mask is on the chest, so if you want to habitually lift it from the neck or behind the ears, you will not be able to find it.
After pasting the first mask, pick up the second mask and put it on, it still looks like a handsome man. He always felt that a good skin could dispel her more doubts. After all, good-looking people generally don't like to wear masks.
Of course, you can't grow too well, at least you can't surpass him.
The seam between the mask and the neck was almost seamless, but he looked left and right, and felt that his skin was too fair, so he took some powder and slowly smoothed the seam.
One heart, thousands of makeup, all the ups and downs are only for her mirror image.
Finally, pick up the silver mask.
The mask is very fine, with soft lines and a silvery light that is almost brilliant without being aggressive.
He knew his original face, beautiful but cold, always worried that it was not soft enough, and the edges and corners would abrade her fragility.
So make a mask and look happy.
After finishing everything, he looked at it, and felt that the chin seemed too thin. He thought for a while, but couldn't think of any way to cover it up, and suddenly smiled again—what to cover up? If you lose weight, you don't look like it anymore, and you don't have to bother to cover it up layer by layer.
He stood up, and the guard handed over the cloak. The guards around him were all re-selected. They were trained early, but they had never seen the light of the secret guards. They were all new faces.
When he got up, through the window, he saw a middle-aged man with a pale face standing in the corridor.
"This is Lei Shengyu, the Second Protector." The guard introduced him, "Xianyu the Great Protector has gone out. The Second Protector Lei has invited you to **** Mr. to the banquet."
He glanced at the man, nodded, "Very good."
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There was almost a quarrel in Yulou's quiet room.
Waiting makes people irritated, Luo Sha keeps a close eye on the Tai Bao, implying that he will hand over the Queen, but the Tai Bao naturally denies it, the two sides gradually develop into a war of words, and the anger grows secretly, thinking that when Mr. Mu arrives, we must Teach him a lesson.
Jian Zhizhuo, the Ertai Bao who had been looking at the street thoughtfully without participating in the quarrel, suddenly said, "Here we come!"
... "Here we come!" The little girl standing beside Jing Hengbo on the third floor suddenly spoke.
Jing Hengbo looked down from a distance, and saw that the heads of people on the street were separated like running water, and a group of people appeared. There were not many pedestrians, no more than three or five people, walking leisurely and slowly on the crowded street. There was a handsome man in the front, pushing a wheelchair.
She was startled, she didn't expect that the person invited this time was a cripple?
In front of the gate of Yulou and on the pavements on both sides of the street, huge wind lanterns were lit, casting a moist red shadow, which was reflected in the moon-white light robe, showing a sense of warmth. From Jing Hengbo's angle, he couldn't see his face clearly, only his flowing black hair. The wheelchair was a little bumpy on the uneven bluestone road, and some silvery light shone from the bottom of his hair. I don't know if it was the reflection of the rainy day or it was naturally generated. And his posture is slightly lazy, leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair, half of his sleeves hang down, revealing a section of wrist bone, as warm as jade and as delicate as sculpture. From a distance, the posture of the wrist and fingers is like a white flower that blooms silently.
She suddenly felt that this must be an unspeakably handsome man.
Just like her arrival before, the street is now quiet again, even quieter than before. This man seems to have a strange aura, which firmly captures people's thinking and breathing.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the wheels of the wheelchair rolling over the ground.
The bosses in the silent room were also a little shocked. Some even subconsciously raised their buttocks, wanting to get up to greet them, but they suddenly stopped under the surprised eyes of others, secretly shocked at why they suddenly lost their composure.
The Raksha Sect Master sighed softly, his eyes lit up, "I never thought that the legendary Mr. Mu would be such a talented person!"
Everyone listened to the greed in her tone, and laughed secretly in their hearts—the female sect master's lustful problem has flared up again.
People who have been in the world for a long time have eyesight, and they can see that even if he is wearing a mask and sitting in a wheelchair, this man is still full of elegance and is by no means an ordinary person.
Even the haughty young lady of the Raging Fire League stared at Mr. Mu with great interest, but when her eyes fell on the wheelchair, she turned her head coldly.
The attention of Jing Hengbo upstairs was far away from the entrance of the street.
There came a small sedan chair, very delicate and luxurious, with golden bells hanging from the crimson curtains, and the beauties dressed in costumes could be seen vaguely inside.
The women who came to serve have already arrived, and the one who arrived late at this time should be the most important one, or the one who thinks the most important.
If this oiran is allowed to come in, she will be ruined.
Jing Hengbo waved from above the tall building.
A flying stone bounced into the sedan chair and passed by the face of the woman who was about to get out of the sedan chair. The woman let out a low cry and fell down in the sedan chair in shock.
She fainted, so the bearer had to hastily carry the sedan chair back.
This scene happened outside the street, behind everyone's back, and extremely fast. All the attention on the street was on Mr. Namu, but no one paid attention.
In the wheelchair, Mr. Mu suddenly turned sideways, glanced in that direction, then looked up again, and glanced at the third floor.
Jing Hengbo has already retracted his body.
After solving the possible trouble of going through the gang, she sat quietly in the dark, thinking of Mr. Mu in the wheelchair, who had heard the name for a long time, and finally saw him today.
Somehow, a little confused.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the shopkeeper said from outside: "Please go to the private room on the second floor, we are going to choose the beauty who will serve the dishes."
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