Ming Yirang stood beside Gu Jingmo and stared at Gu Jingmo, no matter how he looked, he was dissatisfied.
At this moment, Gu Jingmo put on Ming Yisang’s sect robes and pretended to be a disciple of Yuanyan Pavilion.
The originally beautiful woman is now more simple, but she is just inconsistent no matter how she looks at it.
Ming Yirang pointed to the top of her head and asked, “Can you take off your hairpin?”
Gu Jingmo was a little reluctant and stood there sulking.
Ming Yikuang couldn’t help but sigh. This Demon Lord was really a bit bad-tempered. She would be angry after hearing the reasonable suggestions.
Fortunately, she lost her temper and would not shout and kill, but she was just like an angry cockfighting. She raised her head high, wrapped her hands around her chest, and was proud and proud, as if she would never compromise.
Ming Yijian could only explain patiently: “There are rules for the Yuanyan Pavilion. The disciples in the sect must not be disheveled. The same is true for their hairstyles. They must be tied up and fixed with their hair crowns, and they cannot even leak out the broken hair.”
“There are too many rules, and people are rigid.” Gu Jingmo took off his hairpin and put it in his arms like a baby.
She had been free and relaxed for more than two hundred years, and suddenly restrained her, she naturally couldn’t stand it.
Ming Yishang walked over to help her clean her hair and tried to comb it neatly.
She only felt that her scalp was being pulled and her eyebrows were even more raised.
Her hair was slightly curled and it was quite difficult to organize. Finally, Huang Tao came over and pressed the curled part of Gu Jingmo’s head. Ming Yishui gritted his teeth to help Gu Jingmo comb it, and then tied up his unruly hair.
The moment the hair crown was fixed, Gu Jingmo couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, raised his hand to touch the top of his head: “I feel that every strand of my hair is protesting against me.”
Ming Yireng Ze walked to her and leaned down to stare at her cheek.
Gu Jingmo suddenly raised his eyebrows: “I can’t change my beauty.”
“The ends of my eyes are too red.”
“The ends of my eyes are too red.”
“The ends of my eyebrows are too red. It’s normal for the ends of my eyebrows to be red. This is the characteristic of the spiritual root.”
“Block it.” Ming Yishang said, looking back at Huang Tao, “Do you have gouache?”
Huang Tao shook her head. She never used these things. After all, she was a little yellow dog who couldn’t dress up.
Ming Yirang looked at Gu Jingmo again, and Gu Jingmo took out three treasure jades and several storage bags: “The three of you gave it to, and there are also those given by the counterfeits, it’s gone. It’s probably only Ding Yu’s|satisfied|hoofs.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Yu’s curse came from the courtyard: “Please invite me to protect you, but you scold me behind your back?!”
Gu Jingmo heard Ding Yu’s delicate tone of “thousands of twists and turns”, and couldn’t help laughing: “Where is that?”Ah, I scolded me only when I felt that you came, this is scolding me in person. ”
“Look for a fight! “Ding Yu said as he kicked the door and came in, but he was so arrogant that he just took out a gouache box from the storage bag, “I used it all, the best. “
Ming Yisang was frightened by Ding Yu’s formation. He was ready to set up a protective barrier, but he was handed a box of gouache. He couldn’t come back to his senses for a while. He was stunned for a while before he reached out to take it.
Gu Jingmo was also beautiful, with a unique temperament, arrogant and sharp temperament, and full of charm.
Ding Yu’s beauty is soft and bloody. When he walks, he will twist his slender waist. People always pose with their heads and poses, and his tone is also charming and coquettish. When they first met, they really couldn’t stand it.
Ming Yisang was a little shy of Ding Yu, and seemed to be very bad at dealing with female cultivators like Ding Yu.
Ming Yisang opened the gouache box in a regular manner to help Gu Jingmo cover up the red eyes.
Ding Yu glanced for a week and asked, “Where is your little couple? ”
“Dropping it away. “
“It’s a pity that his appearance is really good. I have rarely seen such a person in these years. “
Gu Jingmo remembered something and asked Ding Yu again: “Do you think he looks familiar? ”
“Look familiar? Don’t think about making trouble, I haven’t slept with him. “
“It’s not about this. Didn’t you live with the righteous cultivators when you besieged the Six Paths? Have you ever seen him? “
Gu Jingmo is still young, and it is normal that there are not many decent cultivators I have seen.
But Ding Yu has been practicing for a long time and should know more. If Xuan Song is a cultivator with some reputation, Ding Yu should know him.
Ding Yu shook his head: “Although we were working together back then, we fought in different places. Our Seven Ghosts are the first group of rebellions to delay time. When the righteous cultivators came to siege and kill, I was seriously injured and unconscious. The Six Paths of those days were also exhausted to death. “
“Then have you seen him before?” “
Ding Yu simply sat on the table, crossed his legs, recalled with a charming posture, and looked out the door: “Xiao Xiu’er, have you ever seen that little monk? ”
“Never. “
Gu Jingmo looked at Ming Yirang again.
Logically speaking, Ruo Xuansong was an elder of Yuanyan Pavilion. When the three of them first met, they should be able to recognize him at a glance. Why didn’t anyone know him?
Could it be that she guessed wrong? Xuansong was really not from Yuanyan Pavilion?
But his reaction at that time proved that he was indeed not a monk from Qingyou Temple. He was so smart, he had a lot of things and seemed to have rich experience. He shouldn’t be a fledgling boy.
Unable to think of the answer, and the yard became noisy again, a man’sThe voice came from afar, with flattery.
“Demon Lord, my ancestor! I miss you so much.” The man said as he entered the yard and saw Ding Xiu again. He immediately looked happy, “Oh! The little ancestor of the Ding family is here, is this the ancestor of the Ghost King also here?”
As he said, he continued to come in with a smile.
Ding Xiu raised his hand to block him: “Just wait here.”
“That’s the reason! The little ancestor was right, look at me, who has no eyesight.” After the man said that, his eyes dripped into the room.
Huang Tao was the first to walk out, standing at the door with her hands wrapped around her chest and said, “Don’t worry, the Demon Lord is not a big problem.”
“How could the Demon Lord be in trouble? I heard the nonsense outside, and the old slave wanted to smash their heads.”
“Then have you gone?”
“Oh, isn’t Huang Tao’s little ancestor making fun of the old slave? Could it be that the old slave can still meet with those disgusting heads?”
Gu Jingmo sat in the room and listened, sure that the end of his eyes was almost covered, so he got up and walked out, saying, “Salute Maple.”
“The old slave is here.” Yumian Tuotuo immediately stood in front of him and bowed.
“I’m telling me quickly what the outside world is.”
Yumian Tuotuo raised his hand and measured a number: “Seven.”
“What seven?”
“I killed seven, in Chongsen Wulin and Baxia…”
“Only seven?”
“I only found seven.” Yumian Tuotuo said as he stood up again, just about to report, but he saw Ming Yisan coming out of the house, his eyes moved with Ming Yisan, and the sound of the report was also turning, “Those people really got brave and dared to covet the Demon Lord…”
Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Gu Jingmo.