Ziyu's face covered by clothes twitched, and a smile flashed in her eyes. If she dared to pretend to be a man, she would not show any flaws. Just wearing men's clothes and thinking that pretending to be a man is the lowest form of disguise.

Dress up.

Reaching out to grab the clothes on his head, the smile on Ziyu's face quickly faded away, revealing a disappointed expression. He let out a particularly disappointed tone, and walked out of the room pretending to be reluctant to leave the clothes: "Little brother

Go quickly and come back soon."

As soon as he went out, Ziyu immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

Baby, if you touch my breasts, I'll give you an advantage.

Bei Ming Changfeng listened to the footsteps running outside the door, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head and sniffed the fingers that had just grabbed Ziyu's clothes as if he was remembering something.

A strong smell of sea water, mixed with a faint and almost inaudible smell of sulfur, hit your nose.

Bei Ming Changfeng's eyes sharpened slightly, he squinted slightly, raised his head and looked through the window at the already silent sea in the distance.

Sulfur, the ship was blown up, the man who was hewing the ship was missing, the man was wet...

The fingertips were slightly rubbed, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on Bei Ming Changfeng's usually paralyzed face. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the fish left.

"Diyi."

"Yes." He opened the door and walked in.

Beiming Changfeng gave a few instructions in a low voice, nodded his head, and left without saying a word.

Beiming Changfeng stood up and put his hands on his back and looked out the window at the dark night. The morning star on the horizon was very bright at this time, as if it was leading the stars to break through the darkness and welcome the brilliant light.

The sound of the waves is deep and shallow.

"Young Master, I'm back." The door rang and Ziyu popped his head out.

A basin of hot water was poured over his head, and he quickly changed into a bra-dressing disguise, and when he was done, he had another handsome man.

"Young Master, it's late at night, it's time to sleep." After looking at Beiming Changfeng's back, Ziyu obediently climbed on the bed and started to use it as a pillow.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, don't talk about the enemy you just killed, look at how obedient I am to be your pillow.

Ziyu raised his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng, but his eyes revealed "Ask me, ask me, you ask me and I will answer."

Beiming Changfeng turned around and took a deep look at Ziyu. Without saying anything, he walked straight over and mentioned Ziyu.

What are you doing, what are you doing, mentioning her again?

Ziyu opened his eyes wide as he watched Beiming Changfeng lift her from the head of the bed, and then threw her sideways on the bed. Then he stepped on the bed himself, leaned against her with his back and put out the light with a wave of his hand, just like that...

Fell asleep.

Just slept like this?

No inquiries, no movement, just fell asleep like this?

Ziyu stared at the dark night with wide eyes. She had just spent a little time in the bath and came up with the perfect answer to the question Beiming Changfeng might ask, and it was just useless?

Although she didn't want Beiming Changfeng to ask, everyone would ask why someone fell and no one was there, and why someone reappeared after killing someone, right?

Don’t ask, don’t ask, really don’t ask?

Ziyu looked at the darkness and felt depressed, as if he had prepared thousands of troops, but not a single enemy came.

If there is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty, you will get internal injuries.

Ziyu stared at the end of the bed, "Beiming Changfeng, you are so cruel. You knew she was going to answer a lie and didn't even ask. You are so powerful."

Late spring and early summer are the times when depression breeds.

It hurts.

........

The one who promised to write a new article in August, today is only a few days into the lunar month of August. It is only the beginning of the lunar calendar in September. I am not too late. I am not allowed to throw eggs. The face of the fish covered by the clothes twitched, and his eyes

A flash of smile flashed across her face. She dared to pretend to be a man without revealing any flaws. Just wearing men's clothes and pretending to be a man was the lowest form of disguise.

Reaching out to grab the clothes on his head, the smile on Ziyu's face quickly faded away, revealing a disappointed expression. He let out a particularly disappointed tone, and walked out of the room pretending to be reluctant to leave the clothes: "Little brother

Go quickly and come back soon."

As soon as he went out, Ziyu immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

Baby, if you touch my breasts, I'll give you an advantage.

Bei Ming Changfeng listened to the footsteps running outside the door, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head and sniffed the fingers that had just grabbed Ziyu's clothes as if he was remembering something.

A strong smell of sea water, mixed with a faint and almost inaudible smell of sulfur, hit your nose.

Bei Ming Changfeng's eyes sharpened slightly, he squinted slightly, raised his head and looked through the window at the already silent sea in the distance.

Sulfur, the ship was blown up, the man who was hewing the ship was missing, the man was wet...

The fingertips were slightly rubbed, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on Bei Ming Changfeng's usually paralyzed face. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the fish left.

"Diyi."

"Yes." He opened the door and walked in.

Beiming Changfeng gave a few instructions in a low voice, nodded his head, and left without saying a word.

Beiming Changfeng stood up and put his hands on his back and looked out the window at the dark night. The morning star on the horizon was very bright at this time, as if it was leading the stars to break through the darkness and welcome the brilliant light.

The sound of the waves is deep and shallow.

"Young Master, I'm back." The door rang and Ziyu popped his head out.

A basin of hot water was poured over his head, and he quickly changed into a bra-dressing disguise, and when he was done, he had another handsome man.

"Young Master, it's late at night, it's time to sleep." After looking at Beiming Changfeng's back, Ziyu obediently climbed on the bed and started to use it as a pillow.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, don't talk about the enemy you just killed, look at how obedient I am to be your pillow.

Ziyu raised his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng, but his eyes revealed "Ask me, ask me, you ask me and I will answer."

Beiming Changfeng turned around and took a deep look at Ziyu. Without saying anything, he walked straight over and mentioned Ziyu.

What are you doing, what are you doing, mentioning her again?

Ziyu opened his eyes wide as he watched Beiming Changfeng lift her from the head of the bed, and then threw her sideways on the bed. Then he stepped on the bed himself, leaned against her with his back and put out the light with a wave of his hand, just like that...

Fell asleep.

Just slept like this?

No inquiries, no movement, just fell asleep like this?

Ziyu stared at the dark night with wide eyes. She had just spent a little time in the bath and came up with the perfect answer to the question Beiming Changfeng might ask, and it was just useless?

Although she didn't want Beiming Changfeng to ask, everyone would ask why someone fell and no one was there, and why someone reappeared after killing someone, right?

Don’t ask, don’t ask, really don’t ask?

Ziyu looked at the darkness and felt depressed, as if he had prepared thousands of troops, but not a single enemy came.

If there is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty, you will get internal injuries.

Ziyu stared at the end of the bed, "Beiming Changfeng, you are so cruel. You knew she was going to answer a lie and didn't even ask. You are so powerful."

Late spring and early summer are the times when depression breeds.

It hurts.

........
Chapter completed!