The clothes prepared by Master Jun feel smooth to the touch, are pure black with no decorations, and come with a cloak and hood. They are very dense when worn on the body. They definitely do not reveal any flesh but are not stuffy. I won’t go into details about how they fit.
This set of clothes seems to be able to withstand the special blood evil spirit of the Demon Realm, and the lingering sound in the ears is much less.
Shui Miaomiao looked at herself in the mirror and neatly braided her black hair into a thick braid, which was not easy to fall apart and was convenient when she wanted to put her hood up.
Then she pinned the Ling Yan hairpin on her head as a brooch to her chest, and Feng Ruo wore the waist buckle inside her clothes to prevent it from being lost.
Shui Yingyin was kept in Shui Miaomiao's arms. Master Jun said that this was very similar to what he had made, and she didn't want Master Jun to be sad when he saw it.
Instead, Shui Yingyin found the Xiu Lingling bracelet that Xuaner had used to exchange for Kong Yinyan with her. After thinking about it for a moment, Shui Miaomiao put the Xiu Lingling on her left wrist. Anyway, the theme of this bracelet was also Black is not obtrusive.
Without the water to hide it, it would still be wrapped around the waist on the day of pregnancy. In the past, I didn't think that now it is just a pearl waist chain. The pearls are round and full, shining with a delicate and clear luster, instantly giving this gloomy black body. The clothes add a lot of softness.
Shui Miaomiao tried her best to pull up the outer cloak to cover most of the waist chain. Finally, there was a lazy strand ball used to modify her cultivation that had to be tied around her waist.
After entering the Demonic Realm, Shui Miaomiao didn't use the fragrant pills that used to show the transformation stage. She raised her cultivation level. The smoke burning in the lazy ball surrounded Shui Miaomiao, and was in the black clothes. It's a bit looming against the background, and it seems even more unfathomable.
After packing it up, she looked through the glasses and saw that the jewelry was not missing anywhere. Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips. She had tried her best. She should go to see the Jun Weapon Master first.
Master Jun was not in the room, so Shui Miaomiao walked to the deck.
The dim skylight, faintly glowing with crimson blood, shrouded the entire Demon Realm, making it impossible to tell the time.
As soon as Shui Miaomiao walked out of the cabin, she saw Master Jun standing on the deck with his back to the cabin and looking into the distance.
He also put on black clothes and a long shiny black vest. He showed no trace of scholarly elegance. He obviously had no intention of continuing to pretend to be Lord Fu Ling in the Demon Realm.
Instead of tying up his hair and wearing a crown, he let it hang loosely. He braided a few individual strands and embellished them with small bell-like decorations. Hearing the movement behind him, Jun Weapon Master turned around, and his hair made a 'ding-dong' sound, revealing the hidden part of his hair. From the hair chain below, two jade swords the size of index fingers collided with each other, looking elegant and carefree.
What turned around was a full-face mask with no patterns, no eyes and no mouth, which startled Shui Miaomiao, "Fu, Jun, uh" Shui Miaomiao was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to call it.
I heard Master Jun make a sound of joy, raised his hand and pushed the mask to the upper right side. The mask was easily fixed on his hair like a magnetic attraction, "Call me three o'clock water, the alias of the Demon Realm."
Shui Miaomiao opened her mouth in the air, unable to utter a single sound, her eyes were dull and she was struggling.
Let’s not talk about the extremely perfunctory stage name. Under the mask is not the face of a master, but an ordinary face with no features to describe, "Are you disguised?"
Master Jun tapped the mask on his head and said with a smile, "Be prepared."
"It should be, it should be." Shui Miaomiao nodded and slowly moved towards the cabin. Looking at Master Jun's eager smile, it seemed that he had some evil intentions.
"By the way, I also gave you a pseudonym." Shui Miaomiao's eyes suddenly lost their luster after being called out, and Jun Weapon Master said to himself, "Seven o'clock water, it sounds like we are in the same group. , can save a lot of trouble.”
"Uh." Shui Miaomiao had never been so speechless before, but what Jun Weapon Master said seemed reasonable. She rubbed her face with her hands and said a little hopelessly, "It's not surprising that you are so good at naming. Your master said you need some snacks, can you change it to another one? My name is Sanshui, and it should be me after all."
"No." Master Jun simply refused, "This is the ranking in my family, and I have always called him like this when I came to the Demon Realm, so there is no need to discuss it. I am three and you are seven. You can call me Third Brother in the Demon Realm. I I’ll just call you Qimei for now.”
"Hehe, hehe, hehe." Shui Miaomiao smiled perfunctorily, and was forced to recognize the name Qidianshui. Shui Miaomiao Qidianshui, Xianyan Xianzun predicted it.
Shui Miaomiao told herself not to worry about what to call her, since we didn't have much time to travel together anyway.
She glanced around and saw that the boat was parked near the water. However, the navy blue and ink-like river seemed to be frozen, and there was no movement visible to the naked eye, let alone the sound of water.
This desolate demonic land is sometimes very quiet and terrifying, and sometimes violently noisy. Until now, Shui Miaomiao has not heard the sound of living creatures, only the sound of wind and endless ethereal sounds.
This time it had nothing to do with the spirit language. Shui Miaomiao tried to listen to the spirit language and the result was no change. It only meant that these sounds had no meaning. Maybe they once had meaning, but they had been lost after hundreds of years of destruction.
Both sides of the river are covered with strange, yellow vegetation that grows wantonly. It can be seen with the naked eye that it becomes lush and then withers into smoke in a few breaths.
Shui Miaomiao blinked and looked at the blood-red sprouts that sprouted again. She didn't know whether to evaluate whether the Demon Realm was lifeless or tenacious.
"Should we set off?" Shui Miaomiao asked as she retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes. She didn't like this demonic realm.
"Don't worry." Master Jun's voice suddenly came closer. Shui Miaomiao took a step back and looked up. Master Jun was sizing her up while stroking his chin, frowning as if slightly dissatisfied.
Shui Miaomiao knew what he meant, but she was still full of anxiety before leaving the cabin, but now she was confident, waving her hands and saying, "Look, I'm much better than you."
In terms of bells and whistles, he is not even half as good as Jun Weapon Master.
Needless to say, hair accessories.
As for the arm guards on Master Jun's left and right hands, they come in two colors, one dark gray and one pink brown, and the styles are very different, one has tassels on the pendant and the other has a mechanism pattern on the inside.
There are three or four pieces of palace jade, a short knife, a dagger, a whip, and a writing brush on the side of the waist?
Shui Miaomiao withdrew her gaze and stopped counting, not thinking about how many other things were hidden in the place covered by the vest. Anyway, there were more things than her own.
"Are you competing with me?" Master Jun said with a snort of disdain. He raised his hand lightly and a shadow flew into the sky. What the hell!
Shui Miaomiao didn't see, didn't hear, and didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power. She looked up belatedly and saw that the dark sky was cut with a seemingly endless crack, revealing the blue sky light, showing the current day. It's still too early to start.
Shui Miaomiao's eyes widened, and she had to praise it reluctantly. No matter what kind of thing or method it was, it could be silent throughout the whole process, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation. It was completely impossible to intercept and predict, and it was impossible to pick out anything. 's fault.
Unless you follow the mainstream and don't want to criticize Master Jun, criticizing him for being too fancy is not a good job.
