Nan Huifeng, Nan Sijin was sitting in her boudoir, applying some makeup in front of a mirror, her lips were not red but absolutely delicate.
On the bed behind, Qiao Yue'e's posture was very inelegant, lying like a water snake.
"You've never been very fond of makeup, so why are you so fancy today? Is it because you want to be the master of Nanhui Peak, or do you want a woman to have a look that pleases you?"
Nan Sijin pursed her thin lips and said lightly: "I just want to present my best appearance in front of everyone. I will not allow myself to have any flaws in the eyes of others. As for you,
I mean, a woman should be pleased with herself. So many people are pleasing me, so I’m too lazy to pay attention."
Qiao Yue'e said: "For people who care about you, you are just a piece of shit, and people will think you are sweet. For people who don't care about you, no matter how dressed up you are, they may not see you at all."
Nan Sijin said in surprise: "Is there anyone who doesn't care about me?"
Qiao Yue'e was actually speechless. She was stunned for a long time and then said: "Don't tell me, I have really met someone more shameless than you. Is that a man? Is he long? He is very beautiful.
He also feels very good about himself, I miss this little guy a little bit."
Nan Sijin frowned and said, "Are you telling me that the world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at the young man who others can't see through? The poems are good, but they are just a little too crazy. I hope I won't touch him.
I will never allow anyone to be prouder than me."
Qiao Yue'e bit her lip and said: "That's a bad guy who doesn't understand the charm. Oh, let's forget about him. Let's talk about you. You should be chosen today. What kind of man do you want to find?
Although Qingyun wants to choose a husband for you, you must first feel satisfied."
Nan Sijin said lightly: "No requirements, I just want to see what I like..."
Next to Xiang Que is a very wretched and greasy fat man. Especially when he talks about Nan Sijin, his squinty eyes shine with lust. He has no doubt at all that if that Nan Sijin
If the Peak Master were here, the fat man would even think of swallowing her up.
In Xiang Que's previous life, fat man was a very important word. He had an innate sense of closeness, even if the other party was blaspheming his nominal fiancée.
Maybe this is because of the Fat King?
The fat man buttoned his crotch and whispered, "Have you seen Nan Sijin?"
Xiang Que thought for a while, and a very vague figure appeared in his mind. He shook his head and said, "Have you seen it before? I have no impression at all."
The fat man said "Oh" regretfully, and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, you can see it today. I was lucky enough to meet her once. At that time, Nan Sijin was still a young girl, about ten years old.
She looked like six or seven years old, tsk tsk, she was really a beauty. The first time I saw her, I had some bad words that I wanted to tell her, but unfortunately the atmosphere at the time didn't allow it, so I missed it."
Xiang Que smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"
The fat man said with blurred eyes: "Your waist is very soft, and it will definitely allow me to unlock many positions that I have dreamed of..."
Xiang Que opened his mouth and found that he was quite thick-skinned, but if he wanted to compare with the other party, he would be ashamed.
"See you today. You can also make up for your wish. It depends on whether you dare. But I think if you really say something like a tiger or a wolf, the people in Qingyun will tear you to pieces on the top of the mountain. But
, it may not be necessary for people from the Qingyun Sect to take action, I guess those who admire Nan Sijin will be enough." Xiang Fang nodded and said.
"I'm so stupid... Hehe, come on, let's meet each other. My name is Wang Fugui." The fat man stretched out his fleshy little hands, which looked like pig's hoofs.
"Xiang Que!" Xiang Que shook hands with the other person and said with a smile, "Your name has an earthy flavor."
Wang Fugui took back his hand, smoothed his hair, and said: "This name is easy to make a living. I like it very much. If you give it a name with something like a dragon, dragon or something, in case someone picks you off."
What should I do if I have cramps?”
"Meow" the black cat on Xiang Que's shoulder also meowed and stretched out a paw. Wang Fugui tilted his head and looked at it, and actually shook his paw with it seriously, and then said to Xiang Que: "
Your cat?"
"You have to rely on me, there's nothing you can do about it"
"This cat..." Wang Fugui looked at it deeply for a while and said meaningfully: "What a good cat. Even if this cat can't catch mice, it is still a good cat."
Xiang Que lowered his head and glanced at the black cat who was baring his teeth as if he was enjoying being praised, and said, "Really? It seems I have to treat it seriously. I haven't given it a name yet, so why not just call it it?"
How about being rich? Can you make a living easily?"
Wang Fugui's face suddenly drooped and he said, "Fellow Taoist, this is your fault."
The black cat also seemed a little unhappy, wagging its tail a few times, pinching Mao's neck to Xiang Que, and said: "Don't worry, I won't be so hasty. You are so disabled and strong-willed, and you work hard, I have to give it to you no matter what.
Give me a wise and powerful name, otherwise it will bury you? Then why not just call you... Erhei?"
"Meow!!!"
While the two were chatting, a group of people suddenly appeared on a terrace directly in front of the square. Then several bells rang out from nowhere on Qingyun Mountain, and they struck seven times in a row. The crowd below had already fallen silent.
Wang Fugui poked him and said: "Look, it's a meat show, no, it's not, it's a real show."
Xiang Que squinted his eyes slightly and saw that most of the people on the terrace were dressed in the same style. This should be the uniform configuration of the Qingyun Sect. Most of the people in this group were men, and there were also a few women, but most of them were older.
, only there is a young woman wearing a white dress near the middle.
Xiang Que looked at her quietly. Even though the other party really looked like a hibiscus, there was not much ripple in his heart. Although she didn't introduce herself, Xiang Que also knew that this must be the upcoming return to the south.
Peak Master, the south is like a brocade.
"Bulu..." Wang Fugui twitched the saliva at the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, and sighed: "When I saw her a few years ago, she was young and astringent. Looking at her now, this Nan Sijin is exuding maturity.
There is a delicate and charming smell, especially that...if she hits someone with the ball again now, I must be hit by her, right?"
Xiang Que withdrew his eyes and said speechlessly: "Do you dare to speak your heart out loudly in front of her?"
Wang Fugui shook his head firmly and said: "I can't beat her, I don't dare. If I can beat her, then I have to tell her what it means to be in trouble when riding a tiger."