"Junior brother..." Hua Weiluo sat awkwardly on the chair, watching Zhishan sweep Haitang out of the house, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.
"Well..." Zhishan clapped his hands, turned around, walked towards Hua Weiluo without any shame, stared at her with a pair of black eyes for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Where is your human skin mask?"
"Ah??" Hua Weiluo was stunned for a moment, then put one hand into his sleeve, took out the thin, mask-like human skin mask, handed it to Zhishan and said, "You ask this??"
Zhishan stretched out a big white and slender hand, took the mask in her hand, looked at it carefully, and then handed it back to Hua Wei's hand and said: "Sure enough, the craftsmanship of this human skin mask is so exquisite, it is absolutely amazing."
It's something that an ordinary skilled craftsman can make, no wonder you've been wearing it and I didn't notice it."
"Really??" Hua Weiluo took the mask and looked at Zhishandao with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you a Taoist? Your internal strength is so high, you really can't tell at all??"
Hearing this, Zhishan couldn't help but bring up a beautiful smile on his lips. He stretched out his hand and pinched his smooth and tender face, and said calmly: "You are not a demon, I can still see your true form?? Besides this
Does it have anything to do with internal strength? Could it be that people with high internal strength..."
His voice paused, a blush appeared on his face, and he turned away without continuing.
"What's wrong with people with high internal strength??" Hua Weiluo saw that he suddenly felt embarrassed again, and suddenly felt very curious. She couldn't help but reached out and tugged on his sleeve, urging: "Why do you only speak half of what you say?
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"Ahem..." Zhishan coughed twice in embarrassment. He stared at the beams on the roof with a pair of dark jade-like eyes. After hesitating for a long time, he said in an awkward and low voice: "High internal strength does not mean clairvoyance."
Eyes, do people with high internal energy look at the people wearing clothes around them as if they are not wearing clothes??"
"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early." The blush on Zhishan's face had not faded yet, and he held Hua's hand and walked slowly to the bed.
"Eh? Do you want to sleep here??" Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan's natural look and couldn't help but ask.
"Well, what else??" Zhishan turned his head slightly, and with a pair of white and slender fingers, he naturally began to untie the belt of his coat.
"But... but..." Hua Weiluo looked at his perfectly contoured profile with some embarrassment, and stammered: "This is at Hua Wang's Mansion. What if grandpa comes over tomorrow morning..."
"It's okay, he won't find me..." Zhishan turned his head slightly and looked at her meaningfully with a pair of deep eyes.
"Uh..." Hua Weiluo was startled for a moment, and when he was about to continue saying something, he heard the window of the room being opened suddenly again.
Haitang, wearing a red shirt, climbed in through the window in a very inconspicuous manner.
Zhishan's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at Haitang's sweating profusely, he said in a cold voice: "Why are you coming in again??"
"You mind me!!" After Haitang managed to get into the house, she stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and glared at Zhishan: "Hmph... you think I can't come in if you close the door?
