Looking at the mess of lines on the paper, 707 was very helpless: I really don't know where his host got his confidence.
Han Yuan looked at the messy lines on the paper, and his expression was also very tangled: Will this thing really look good? Just find two soldering irons and slap it on your face. That's probably the effect.
Maybe it can look better...
Seeing Han Yuan's tangled look, Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at him sideways: "Is something wrong?" Wei Mao looked at her with a confused expression.
Noticing that Jin Qing's expression was unkind, Han Yuan quickly shook his head: "No, it's pretty good."
Jin Qing was not in the mood to continue talking to Han Yuan. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Jin Qing reached out and scratched the back of his head: It should be able to remedy the situation!
Although she has no obsession with appearance, she really can't stand this image now.
It was as if a centipede was lying on each side and was about to get into his mouth.
Therefore, repair is inevitable.
At night, Jin Qing took out some messy things and smeared them on his face. Isn't it just makeup? Who can't!
She is now giving herself makeup that is comparable to the art of disguise.
Seeing Jin Qing's busy Zheng Huan, Han Yuan took out his quilt from the cabinet and placed it on the fire bed: "Sister, are you afraid?"
Jin Qing was concentrating on decorating her face. After hearing Han Yuan's words, she said with disdain: "I'm scared of nothing."
Apart from poverty, she has never been afraid of anything in this world.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Jin Qing's words, Han Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then can I sleep with you? I'm so scared."
Since his sister is not afraid, he can be afraid as much as he wants.
Forget it if I didn’t know before, but now I suddenly found out that the whole village is a pig demon queen, Han Yuan’s heart was filled with tears.
Why would my parents choose such a place to live? Aren't they afraid that the pig demon would riot and suddenly swallow them up?
After listening to Han Yuan's words, Jin Qing said: "..." Damn it, I can't guard against it!
Han Yuan seemed to be very tired and fell asleep soon after lying on the bed.
Hearing Han Yuan's even breathing, Jin Qing stretched out her legs and was about to send Han Yuan farther away. Unexpectedly, when Han Yuan moved, she actually pulled her clothes.
At some point, Han Yuan's little hands had tightly grasped the corner of Jin Qing's clothes.
Seemingly disturbed by Jin Qing's actions, Han Yuan murmured in his sleep: "Sister, don't run away, I'm afraid, brother will buy you candy..."
As he spoke, two lines of tears slowly fell from the corners of Han Yuan's eyes.
Even in her dream, Han Yuan burst into tears.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at Han Yuan with squinting eyes. She was a little curious whether this boy would cry himself to death while dreaming.
After looking at Han Yuan sideways for a while, Jin Qing reached out and took out a lollipop from the storage bag and put it in Han Yuan's mouth.
After taking a deep breath, Han Yuan suddenly choked on the sweet taste in her throat and began to cough violently.
Jin Qing rolled his eyes helplessly, why is this naughty kid so troublesome.
707: "..." Can you stop using your own standards to measure a doll?
Seeing that Han Yuan was about to faint from coughing, Jin Qing helplessly patted Han Yuan on the back.
After Jin Qing's blow, Han Yuan finally fell silent. He had been successfully knocked unconscious by Jin Qing.
Looking at Han Yuan who was lying limply on the bed, Jin Qing said: "..." I really didn't mean it, really!
707: "Haha." I believed it.
He sent a hint of spiritual energy to Han Yuan and then pulled the quilt over Han Yuan.
Jin Qing reached out to pull the lollipop out of Han Yuan's hand, but unexpectedly, Han Yuan, who had passed out, was holding on to the small wooden stick of the lollipop.
Jin Qing grinned: Whatever, don't blame me when your body is covered with ants tomorrow morning.
707: "..." Is this a curse?
It started to rain at night, and a white figure quietly came to the entrance of the village.
This man was surrounded by a pale white barrier, and none of the raindrops falling from the sky could touch him.
The bright white lightning that struck from the sky just reflected the face of the person who came, but it was unintentional.
Wuxin was wearing a monk's robe, but his image at this time was a bit downcast.
I saw that a thin layer of stubble had grown on his head, making his originally shiny head look dirty.
It wasn't that he didn't want to deal with his hair unintentionally, it was just that Jin Qing had become his inner demon.
Whenever he wanted to shave his hair, Jin Qing's voice would come to his ears.
That voice kept asking him why he had to pay so much attention to his image and why he couldn't devote himself to practicing Buddhism.
In the past, Wu Xin always thought that he was a very determined person.
But this confidence was ended after meeting Jin Qing.
Before, he thought that Jin Qing attacked the Peach Blossom Demon because Jin Qing hated monsters.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
The entire village was filled with the unpleasant stench of the pig demon, and the smell was so strong that Wuxin subconsciously held his breath.
Compared to the peaceful vegetation monsters, the living habits of the pig monster race are obviously more unacceptable.
And Jin Qing, who killed the peach blossom demon, was actually living with a group of pig demons at this time.
I have to say that Wu Xin is a little confused by Jin Qing's current routine.
Knowing that Jin Qing stayed in the village and did not leave, Wu Xin found a tree and sat down, sitting up and sitting down calmly.
But Jin Qing's questioning voice still kept coming to his ears: "Why do you meditate? Is it because your mind is not calm? Since your mind is not calm, you are still a monk. If your mind is calm, then why do you meditate? Is it because you pay attention to it?" Format, what kind of monk are you then..."
As the voice fell, countless black shadows appeared around Wu Xin, still tearing at Wu Xin's clothes: "What kind of monk are you, what kind of monk are you, what are you..."
Wuxin covered his heart and took a deep breath, and the protective shield on his body disappeared instantly.
There was a crash, and countless raindrops hit Wu Xin. Wu Xin lay on the ground dejectedly: He couldn't even meditate, so was he still a monk now?
Jin Qing was awakened by pitiful screams. He stretched out his hand to push Han Yuan and found that Han Yuan still didn't move.
Jin Qing simply brewed a little spiritual power on his fingertips and injected it directly into Han Yuan's body.
Han Yuan screamed and jumped up as if he was electrocuted. He gasped and looked at Jin Qing: "What's going on!"
He seemed to have been pierced by ten thousand swords just now, and even now he feels numb all over.
707 was also surprised and shouted at Jin Qing: "Host, I'm still a child!"
Jin Qing replied to 707 very calmly: "I am helping him keep fit." Spiritual power is good for Han Yuan's body.
707: "..." Just be happy.
Then, 707 saw Jin Qing looking at Han Yuan calmly: "It's okay, what's wrong with you!"
707: "..." You really have the face of a movie queen.
Han Yuan gasped, as if he hadn't gotten over the previous fear.
Seeing that Jin Qing ignored him, Han Yuan looked around alertly.
Then, his eyes fell on the lollipop in his hand: What is this!
