"The way of heaven brings about reincarnation."
Ye Wumian glanced at Lai Cong's body with disgust and dropped this cold remark.
Yesterday, Lai Cong used the Jue Pulse Divine Needle, causing him to be unable to move his internal energy; today, he used the Jue Pulse Divine Needle to break this scoundrel's Qing Gong.
Ye Wumian used the hidden weapon for the first time, although the accuracy was slightly off, and it did not hit any vital parts; fortunately, he had reversed the meridians now, and had deep internal strength. He could throw the Meridian-breaking Needle deeply, and the damage caused was not trivial. The severe pain that occurred instantly made Lai Cong unable to maintain the state of Qinggong, which is the so-called "breaking gong".
Concerned about Luo Xiangzhu's condition, Ye Wumian did not rush to get the dragon-scaled iron sheath sword on Lai Cong's waist.
Just when I turned around, I saw Luo Xiangzhu holding a hairpin tightly in his hand and walking quietly over. Seeing him turn around, he seemed to have made up his mind. On his pretty face, there was infinite sadness and indignation. He gave a sweet shout and gave up. Xing General said: "Thief, give me Amian's life!" He raised the hairpin and stabbed me.
Ye Wumian suddenly realized: I am still pretending to be a big ball now, no wonder the young lady is so naughty and fierce, and wants to fight with hairpins! It's funny, touching, and even more distressing. She blamed herself for not being able to protect her master, which made the young lady look so haggard and scattered.
He didn't dare to reach out to block Luo Xiangzhu. He had just entered a new realm and did not yet have a clear understanding of his own strength. He was afraid that he would use too much force and hurt his young lady, so he just turned around slightly to avoid it, looked at the vastness of the mountain, and estimated that there was no one around, so he quickly said: "Miss, it's me, Amian. Amian is not dead! Don't hurt the friendly forces!"
He quickly put his hand into the back of his head, lifted the knot in his hair, and tore off half of the fake face, revealing half of his own face. His eyes were filled with emotion, conveying words with watery eyes.
When Luo Xiangzhu heard this, he turned around and was shocked and confused when he saw Ye Wumian tearing off his fake face.
For many years, she has been accompanying her all night and night as a woman, with her hair styled in the style of a maid who has not left the palace; the half of her face now exposed, with a big ball headband on top of her head, looks particularly strange and strange at first glance.
After a few cursory glances, she only thought that Zhang Daqiu was playing tricks on her and deliberately teasing her. She was ashamed and angry, and spat, cursing: "Damn thief! Amian left last night and will never come back." If he comes back, he will definitely kill you! How dare you pretend to be him!"
She still remembered last night, Ye Wumian said that he would come to save her early the next morning. Now, without waiting for the sleepless night, but waiting for Lai Cong and "Zhang Daqiu" to arrive one after another, the Amian she was thinking about was probably in danger. She was filled with sorrow and resentment in her heart, no matter that she was just a woman with no power to restrain a chicken, and she was facing a strong man who dominated the mountain. Even if there were monsters, ghosts, gods, and snakes in front of her, she still wanted to tie up a hairpin to avenge Amian.
Luo Xiangzhu stabbed me again, but Ye Wumian still didn't dare to stop him. He dodged again and tore off the entire fake face, saying: "Miss, please take a look, it's really me, it's really your Amian!"
Ye Wumian, who had been thinking about it all night, suddenly appeared in front of him like a magic trick. Luo Xiangzhu's expression was in a trance, and he was a little shaken. He bit his red lips with his teeth, looked at Ye Wumian carefully like a naughty girl, and murmured: : "Is this really you? Are you Amian? No, you are lying to me! Why did the mole disappear just now... How come Amian has the same mole as Zhang Daqiu? Although he has a male body, But I love beauty the most. If I have a pimple on my face, I might as well teach him to hide in a porridge to be clean!"
Ye Wumian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Miss, please stop making fun of me. This scab is fake, and so is my shame. I have taken it off now."
At that moment, he told Luo Xiangzhu how he discovered the fake face on the bandit's face one by one. He also explained that the reason why he put on the fake face was because there were some people in the Black Elk Peak. Things need to be done. As for what it was about, he couldn't tell her about Luo Fanxi's secret letter for the time being, lest she would have random thoughts.
Luo Xiangzhu walked up to him, tentatively put his fingers on his face, crossed it gently, and said with a smile: "Smooth, smooth, it's Amian's face. Amian's skin has always been better than that of ordinary women." It’s even better. It’s so smooth, it’s probably Amian.”
Seeing that she was already half convinced, Ye Wumian reached into his arms, took out a delicate sandalwood box, opened the box, and found a centipede poking its head around. He stretched his fingers to the side of the centipede. The insect's tentacles smelled a familiar smell and trembled slightly. Then it became happy, moved its centipede, crawled into the palm of his hand, and spun around happily.
Ye Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu with a smile, put away his fake face, stamped his feet on the ground a few times, found a loose place, picked up a branch, and skillfully dug out a bowed tree from the soil. The struggling earthworm came and said with a smile: "Brother Earthworm, if you want to hibernate, go hibernate in my centipede's belly, it will be warm there."
As he spoke, he hung the earthworm in his hand. The centipede was agile and attracted by the smell of the prey. He raised his body and ate it. He ate it cleanly. Only a few drops of khaki liquid flowed from the narrow gap in his mouth. In the palm of a sleepless night.
Ye Wumian freed up his hand, pressed the centipede's fat body, and cursed with a smile: "That's almost an earthworm a day, you're so beautiful! You've gained a lot more weight!"
The centipede seemed to understand human speech, and turned over, exposing its most vulnerable belly, as if to say, I am just like this, you can handle me as you like, master.
He put the centipede away, put the box in his arms, looked at Luo Xiangzhu, and said with a smile: "Miss, you should believe me this time!" The implication is, "If I didn't sleepless at night, how could the centipede do it?" So close to me?"
Since getting the centipede, Ye Wumian has been feeding the centipede almost every day on the way to Changsha. Every time he feeds it, the centipede and Ye Wumian become closer. This centipede can be regarded as an identity mark to identify Ye Wumian. Even if others come to feed him temporarily, there is no way the centipede will behave like this.
Luo Xiangzhu finally let go of all her doubts and completely believed that the person in front of her was her Amian.
She burst into tears. Tears mixed with snot washed down the powder applied by An and Tan, mixed with them and flowed all over the face, crying like a cat.
I had no sleep at night and felt at a loss. After serving the young lady for a long time, he knew everything else, but he just didn't know how to comfort her. In a daze, he reached out to wipe her tears, but was knocked down. Luo Xiangzhu said with tears in his eyes: "You just fed centipedes, and your hands are full of centipede feces and earthworm urine! It's disgusting, don't touch me." .”
As he said this, he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, sobbing, and laughed. Ye Wumian also laughed. After laughing for a while, Luo Xiangzhu cried again, laughing while crying, crying while laughing, in the woods in early autumn. Messy.
