Guardian Chapter 54: Master Lianrong

In the middle of the night.

The moonlight is like washing.

The evening breeze is slightly cool.

The entire Kyoto is caged with a layer of hazy silver.

The Sangshui River is full of silver, scouring the wading pillars of Zuixinfang, making a creaking sound.

In the Huanhong courtyard, the snoring sound is faint and the breath is gentle.

An orange reflects the shallow figure in the tulle silk tent.

The red hair is like a waterfall, lying on the side and holding the head, the index finger of the left hand gently slides over the side face of the sleeping person, the movements are gentle and delicate.

There was a lot of interest in her eyes, as if she was admiring a masterpiece.

"You are a wonderful person who can toss people." Huanhong murmured, as if thinking of something, pursing his lips and snickering, "There are also witty words, but what is a roller coaster? Why do you like me to call it a pressure pulse band? ?"

"What an interesting person." Huanhong pursed her lips, and gently printed two shallow crescents on Chen Feng's side.

She took a deep breath, her expression suddenly sad.

"Unfortunately, Huanhong can't help her, otherwise she won't be able to live." Huanhong sighed and sat upright, cross-legged for a long time.

She got out of the bed with the veil, tiptoed, and gently opened the storage cabinet, pulling out a square folding makeup cabinet from it.

In the cabinet, there are eyebrow pencils, rouge and cheeks, watercolor dyes, pinch hair clips, manicure knives, dust brushes, and finishing touches... everything is available.

Other than that, the most eye-catching thing is a palm-sized human-shaped dough without a specific human face.

Huan Hong took out the dough villain, picked out the various small tools in the cabinet, dotted the color with the ink, looked attentive, and fingered like flying.

In a moment, the faceless villain has a face.

It's the appearance of Chen Feng in amazement.

Very vivid, lifelike, even the number of eyelashes is not bad, it is really like pouring out of a mold.

The villain is obviously lying down, and at first glance, it seems that he is alive and asleep.

A mass of lifeless dough, painted by hand painted in red, is full of vitality.

This kind of technique can only be done by Yinyi Six Meridians-Master Lianrong.

It's no wonder that Huanhong has the ability to change his face and be unique. Convergence not only restores the dead, but also imitates the appearance of outsiders.

However, as one of the six channels of Yin Yi, Master Lian Rong is not only a medical beauty technique.

Huan Hong squeezed the finishing touch, and lightly touched the dough Chen Feng’s eyelids.

Chen Feng, the dough of the small arms and legs, opened his eyes.

Integrity at this time.

A flapping moth flies into the lampshade.

The sound of frying, the oil lamp goes out.

The room was dark.

The silvery moonlight slanted from the edge of the window, shining on the dough Chen Feng's face, adding a touch of permeating silver cream.

"Where's the smelly moth." Huanhong mumbled, got up and fumbled to the lampshade, unscrewed the fire-folder, and covered his mouth softly.

Behind Huan Hong, in the flickering Hokage, the dough Chen Feng was strangely bulging with puffy blisters all over her body.

Several black iron thread millet insects flowed into Chen Feng's body like night.

On the couch, Chen Feng, who was sleeping soundly, raised his lips subconsciously, as if he had a wonderful spring dream.

The orange turns warmer, and the house reappears with vitality.

Huan Hong returned to the original place, holding a small dough Chen Feng, bending over on the ground, and whispered, "I have completed the soul-leading cause and effect. You go to the respected servant and show the Yin and Yang Dao."

Dough Chen Feng moved his small arms and legs, shook off his short legs, slammed, hit the stool leg, and fell on all sides.

Looking at the dough, Chen Feng turned to his feet like a bastard, snickered and laughed, but his heart was dark again.

She looked at Chen Feng on the bed, her expression was sad, and she sighed slightly.

Dough Chen Feng got up, slid and slid for a trot. When he reached the threshold, he first jumped with his feet, grabbing the bar with both hands, pulling his body upwards, and in the process, he kicked his short legs and followed a fat man. The short Corgi climbed the stairs almost.

Buck.

With the foot of the person, he turned a head over the threshold.

Dough Chen Feng climbed up again, stepped into the running position, turned his head strangely ninety degrees, and changed his face completely.

He winked his eyebrows and blew a kiss to the stunned Huan Hong before disappearing into the night.

Huan Hong covered her little cherry mouth, her eyes revealed incredible, "When did my method of constriction achieve such an achievement?"

But seeing this dough Xiao Chen Feng, leaving the Enchanted Square, he is agile, stepping on leaves and branches, jumping over the wall, reflecting the refined moonlight, like a slapped moon elf.

He walks through the streets and alleys, picking the corners.

The night in Kyoto is quiet and serene.

In addition to the clapper sound of playing more people, there is only a big yellow dog who is crazy for some reason.

The big yellow dog barked and barked, looking for a group of small shadows, chasing after him.

Chen Feng, the dough that was almost buried under the dog's mouth, walked so fast with his short legs that he almost pulled out the Hot Wheels.

Rhubarb chased after him, bowed his head and followed Dough Chen Feng into a deep house in Tongluo Alley.

Just listen to Wang Wu, Wang Wu cries twice.

The barking of the dog stopped.

The wick lights up in the house, and then there is a fierce low-drinking quarrel, mixed with outdated animal crying.

"Stewed dog meat, stuffed with tears."

"Roast dog meat, sprinkle with seasonings and nibble."

"The dog treasure is mine, don't grab anyone."

"Quiet, Brother Gootou, how to deal with you to arrange, then who, send this dough villain to the servant."

……

Early the next morning.

The **** cries for dawn.

The bed in Huanhong Courtyard creaked violently again.

Xiao Shu was sulking with dark circles under her eyes. He called to wash the water. He patted the veil in the basin sadly, and muttered, "What kind of broken bed, it moves like this in the morning. Sooner or later, it will be chopped for firewood. Fire".

The two neighbors who finished morning exercises and morning classes were still bed-ridden.

Huan Hong curled up softly in Chen Feng's arms, motionless, conjoined into a Taizi posture.

Marathon running in the jungle is not necessary. It takes energy and occasionally kills a lot of individuals.

"Master, are you still here?"

Huanhong's fingers circled the red beans, his breath was blue, and his voice was hoarse.

"Next...next time...one...definitely."

Chen Feng pushed away the beauty in his arms, a Ji Ling turned over and got out of bed, hurriedly put on his clothes, and walked out with a bang.

"Come here? Isn't every bottle of Delenso from the grassland?"

Huan Hong lay on her side lazily, with perfect curves, like the ups and downs of mountains.

She held her head and looked at the back of Chen Feng who was fleeing in embarrassment, her smiling mouth slowly closed into a lost look, "I'm sorry, there is no next time, if there is a future life, I will atone for the crime."

Chen Feng, who had weak legs, left Huanhongyuan and ran into Chen Mingting and Ou Julian who had been waiting for a long time.

The two pressed their waists, secretly rubbing them.

One with his hands on his knees, quietly shaking his legs.

Seeing Chen Feng's fake model, he straightened up and walked forward.

The two straightened up at the same time.

The three looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Chen Mingting patted his chest with a clapper sound, indicating that his body was strong, and said: "You can't do it, brother has some good things, I will give you a little bit at the time."

Ou Julian's folding fan clapped his hands gently, rhythmically, squinting his eyes, and he was relieved, "I want to ride across mountains and rivers with my gun and sway the grass. It was a hard fight against the Three Lilies, and the thieves won't survive."

Chen Feng sighed, lifted his chin, raised his head slightly, his expression was lonely, and he chanted slowly, "The tree-lined path I yearn for is covered with hoarfrost in the morning and at night, and the sun rises and the sun rises again. Start."

Chen Mingting: "..."

Ou Julian: "..."