After Shui Miaomiao warmed up, she jumped down from the table and moved her limbs.
I don't know if it will affect the engraving of spells.
"Do you still want to engrave?"
No need to rest for a while, Tuo Yanjun didn't ask.
"Aren't you going to do it?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Tuo Yanjun, "Oh, let's finish it early, so no one will bother you again, and I will be relaxed."
The main thing is that you take it easy.
Tuo Yanjun also saw the reason why Shui Miaomiao was so positive.
He wanted to say that Tong Yishu was dead, and when everyone out of Peach Blossom Spring got the news, no one would dare to approach him.
After all, this matter must be blamed on him.
Just like the death of Mandeming.
"Okay, carve."
What you think in your heart is still different from what you say.
Shui Miaomiao changed into a set of tight-fitting clothes and tied her loose hair into a simple ponytail.
"okay."
Shui Miaomiao shouted, opening the door and letting Lord Tuo Yan in.
Anyway, I have already entered the room, and there is no way I would rush outside to carve out the door unnecessarily.
"Undress."
Shui Miaomiao took out bottles and knives from Shui Yingyin, and glanced at Tuo Yanjun, "Take it off! I can't carve it for you through my clothes. Have you chosen where to carve it?"
"Just, just the vest."
Tuo Yanjun turned around and untied his belt in a panic.
"Can."
The knife was soaked in the potion. Shui Miaomiao took it and turned around, "Let me state in advance that the pain is unavoidable. After all, it is carved on it, and then there is the potion."
During practice, she accidentally got it on her hand. It hurt so much that she wanted to call her mother.
Looking up at the naked Tuo Yanjun, Shui Miaomiao unconsciously stirred the potion in her hand, "How do you want me to carve it?"
Tuo Yanjun's back was covered with scars and scars, and Shui Miaomiao felt pain just by looking at them.
Looking back, Tuo Yanjun was very calm, "This is normal. How can a person who fights and kills not leave any scars? After I said that I only left scars, what others left behind is life."
Rubbing his face, Shui Miaomiao didn't know what to say, "Then you should deal with it."
"If you apply medicine and stop the bleeding, doesn't it count as treatment?"
"I understand." Shui Miaomiao raised her hand to stop Tuo Yanjun from saying, "What is romantic about men? Scars are a symbol of a warrior, but too many are a problem."
Shui Miaomiao shook her head and did not continue.
Lord Tuo Yan somewhat understood what Shui Miaomiao meant. It would be fine without leaving a scar, but it would be too troublesome. He didn't have the time to apply the medicine slowly.
I really want to put a layer of fat and flesh cream on Lord Tuo Yan's back, but that would require re-opening all the wounds.
Too troublesome.
"Turn around." Shui Miaomiao turned the knife in his hand, "I can't carve your back."
Holding his chest, Tuo Yanjun hesitated for a long time.
"Turn around! Don't waste time."
Shui Miaomiao roared, and Tuo Yanjun turned around subconsciously.
It was much better in the front, she just said. It wasn't like she had never seen Tuo Yanjun naked before, so why didn't she notice so many wounds?
Which carving is better?
In view of Tuo Yanjun's hand that he would rather die than let go, Shui Miaomiao finally decided to carve the upper part of his hip.
First, it was flat; second, there were private parts on the back and chest that were too easily exposed; third, Shui Miaomiao didn't believe it, and there were wounds on the hips.
"Pull your pants down."
Shui Miaomiao threatened with a knife. As long as Tuo Yanjun refused again, she would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word.
Tuo Yanjun understood Shui Miaomiao's threat and finally compromised.
"Lie down on the bed."
Shui Miaomiao directed, moving the knives and bottles to the stool in front of the bed, squatting on the bed and studying how to perform the knife operation.
If it comes to actual combat, Shui Miaomiao is a bit weak after all.
"If it hurts, just bite the pillow."
Tuo Yanjun raised his eyebrows, would he do this?
"that"
Tuo Yanjun chuckled. Shui Miaomiao looked a little cute when she had nothing to say. He knew that she was scared because of hesitation.
"Don't worry, do it."
How can it hurt? Will it hurt more than the pain he learned from birth?
I think there is no pain like that in the world.
"All right."
Holding the blade with both hands, Shui Miaomiao took a deep breath.
When the knife went down, blood seeped out.
This is not the case when you practice carving pig skin yourself.
Looking at Lord Tuo Yan, he just frowned slightly.
The prototype is gradually emerging.
Holding his hand steady, Shui Miaomiao changed a knife and dipped it in the potion.
When the knife went down, you could hear Tuo Yanjun's muffled groan.
Shui Miaomiao almost started shaking.
Keep your mind steady, Shui Miaomiao is focused on nothing else.
A large amount of sweat fell from Shui Miaomiao's forehead and hung on his chin.
Shui Miaomiao had no intention of paying attention. She was entirely focused on the spell.
Tuo Yanjun stared at Shui Miaomiao's side face, her tied up hair revealing the red earrings on her ears.
Sparkling.
I don’t know whether it refers to the earrings or Shui Miaomiao.
In Tuo Yanjun's impression, Shui Miaomiao is a crazy woman who is used to talking about people and ghosts. She is also extremely weak and can't survive even a kick or two.
Little did he know that she could still have such a serious and determined expression.
Lord Tuoyan yearns for the strong, so he is extremely eager to become Wenrenxian. Lord Tuoyan hates the weak, so he really wants to defeat Wenrenxian, because he hates Wenrenxian's theory that the strong should protect the weak.
At first, he thought that it was probably because of this mentality that Wen Renxian chose to take a weak person like Shui Miaomiao as his disciple.
But now, I don’t think so.
Shui Miaomiao is not a strong person now, he can kill her with one palm, but Shui Miaomiao is not a weak person either...
"It's done."
Shui Miaomiao exhaled and relaxed. The carving knife in his hand fell to the ground. Shui Miaomiao lay paralyzed on the bed, raising his slightly trembling hands and wiping the sweat that rolled into his eyes.
It was really too much to concentrate on, and I didn’t know that I thought I had fallen into the stone pool again.
The clothes I had just changed were soaked again and slightly cold.
Shui Miaomiao stroked her hair close to her forehead and looked at Tuo Yanjun.
He happened to miss Tuo Yanjun's line of sight.
Tuo Yanjun sat up, looked at the charm on his hip bone, and asked, "Is this enough?"
"That's right. You can try it with someone from the Hehuan Sect later."
Tuo Yanjun got out of bed, took the clothes on the hanger and put them on neatly. When he turned around, Shui Miaomiao was already lying on the bed and asleep.
It is a defenseless sleeping face.
Tuo Yanjun smiled, but he was more cautious in the past.
Picking up the Zangjun sword on the side, Tuo Yanjun poked Shui Miaomiao, "Hey! Get up, go back to sleep."
Reluctantly opening his eyes, Shui Miaomiao stared at Lord Tuo Yan resentfully.
I have never seen a person like you. You will die if you give me a little rest!
Zangjun's sword penetrated Shui Miaomiao's belt and pulled him up.
"I know, I know." Shui Miaomiao patted the Zangjun Sword, feeling like a toy as the sword moved it around.
Standing up, Shui Miaomiao's steps were weak.
"Wait a moment."
Shui Miaomiao called to Tuo Yanjun who was driving away guests, "Wait while I disguise myself."
She didn't want to go out like this. As soon as she left, Lord Tuoyan Yuanyang would be gone. That was not the right time to let rumors fly.
Shui Miaomiao took out a gray cloak and wrapped herself tightly.
Tuo Yanjun looked at it funny, even so, people who want to recognize it can still recognize it.
