I specially summoned Qingmo and asked seriously, "Mo, how do the people outside describe the witches of the ghost world?"

Qingmo sucked on the flower dew while recalling, "The skin is like condensed fat, plump and well-proportioned, seductive and soul-sensitive, a stunner in the world." ”

I held the bronze mirror in one hand and looked at myself in the mirror carefully.

The more you shine, the worse your mood becomes.

I kept a straight face, and my mood was quite heavy, "It's easy to have a creamy skin, but it's a bit difficult for me to be plump." ”

Qingmo approached me curiously, "The posture of the saint is still afraid that she can't compare to her?"

I sighed, "Rong Ji thought I was too small before, and although I thought I was just right, maybe he preferred plump ones?"

Qingmo seemed to have learned some great secret, covered his mouth and exclaimed again and again, "Your Highness the Immortal Realm is afraid that you don't like cows?"

"Poof......" I couldn't help but laugh out loud, but when I thought about it, I didn't think it was a good description. If Tolerance likes cows, then what am I?!

"Is the holy woman going to Yaochi to catch the adulterer?" Qingshuang held a large number of notebooks, tired and panting.

Qing Yu and Qing Hui excitedly hugged the dazzling array of jewels, and entered with smiling faces.

I bowed my head, quite distressed, "The Six Realms are all rumors, bastards are jealous of Yaochi's private meeting with the witch of the Ghost Realm tonight, if I don't go, I'm afraid that Ming'er will be laughed at by the Six Realms early in the morning!"

The four elders echoed one after another, "Our Illusion Saintess is unparalleled in the world, and she is amazingly talented, how can she be compared to vulgar fans!"

My eyes swept back and forth over the four of them, and even the calm Qinghui's face was a little excited.

I was a little confused, "I'm the one who is going to catch the adulterer, why are you more excited than me?"

Qingmo grabbed a handful of the jewelry that Qingshuang was holding in his arms, and put it around my neck, smiling, "Aren't we giving advice to the Holy Maiden!"

Qingshuang nodded, a little shy, "I just specially flipped through the folk book." It is said in the book that women should refuse and welcome, and make good use of the art of wanting to capture and indulge. In terms of clothing, it is best to be half-concealed and half-hidden, so that people think about it. ”

Qing Yu held my face and drew on my face, "Although the saint is a celestial figure, there is no need to embellish too much. But there is still some rouge on the face, which makes people mistakenly think that the saint has just experienced an affair and is not shy. ”

Qinghui squatted down, took off my shoes directly, and tied a small and delicate bell at my ankle, "Stunning beauty, not only beautiful, but also more beautiful than ordinary people when she walks." ”

I was embarrassed, and for the first time, I was flattered by the four elders who served me closely. I thought that the four of them together would be able to dress me up beautifully.

I didn't think about it, but I was dressed up as a pheasant!

I looked at myself in the bronze mirror in a broken heart, with jade jewels in my hair bun, and everyone believed me to be a stall in the market.

The rouge on the face is even thicker to the point of being outrageous, and a light wipe can rub a full hand.

In order to accentuate my slender neck, Qingmo wore twenty gold chains around my neck.

What's even more exaggerated is that there is no difference between what I wear and what I don't! The inner garment is a silk ribbon that does not cover the breasts, and the outer garment is a light gauze as thin as a cicada's wings......

Dressed up like this, I'm afraid that as soon as I get out of the illusion, I will immediately become the laughing stock of the Six Realms.

"Are you serious?" I struggled to turn around in front of the bronze mirror, the jewels on my bun fell to the ground, and the silver bells on my ankles actually made a barbell-like sound.

Qingshuang scratched her head, looking very confused, "We obviously bought it for the saint according to the stunning beauty described in the book, why is the effect not satisfactory?"

"That's because it's too much. ”

Outside the door, a clear voice came from the door. Just listening to the sound can make people's hearts ripple.

Dressed in pink, the ink hair is fluttering, gaudy but not vulgar, and the floating dust is fluttering like flowers and butterflies.

Qingmo's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but step forward and plunge into the chest of the floating dust, his cheeks instantly reddened, "This son, he looks so good!"

Qingshuang held her trident vigilantly, her expression solemn, "How did you get into the illusion?"

Fuchen put down the pipa in his hand and waved at me, "Benefactor, long time no see." ”

Qingmo muttered on the side, "When will the holy woman go to the kiln, you must bring me next time!"

"How did you get in?"

I can't wait to cover my mouth in the dust, what pot can't be opened! Calling me a benefactor in a grand manner is not equivalent to telling Qingshuang that I have visited the kiln?

He chuckled and said, "Didn't you forget, did you find me in a dream last time?" Fuchen knew some tricks, studied one or two, and found a shortcut to enter the illusion world. ”

Fuchen stepped forward and removed the dazzling jewels on my bun one by one. Walked around behind me and removed the gleaming golden chains from my neck.

"Then why are you here this time?" I clasped my hands to my chest, never used to his overly blunt gaze. Even if his eyes are pure and clean, not mixed with the slightest lust.

Fuchen looked at me intently, and the stars in his eyes were faintly visible, "Since Fuchen first saw the benefactor, he hoped to accompany the benefactor for a long time." ”

Hearing what he said, I subconsciously retreated, but what I thought in my heart was that if Rong Ji bumped into the floating dust again, he would have to be coaxed for a long time as soon as he was petty.

Fuchen seemed to have guessed my thoughts, and his expression was a little lonely, but he still continued, "If the benefactor doesn't want Fuchen to accompany him, then Fuchen will look at it from afar." ”

He loosened my hair and brushed my fingertips with crimson cinnabar on my brow. I looked at him quietly, shaking my head slightly, how did I feel that I had known him for a long time?

"I beg you to stay away for the time being. Fuchen politely and unfamiliarly welcomed Qingshuang out of the door.

"Everyone has been taken away by you. Now can you tell us who you are?"

I'm familiar with his every move, and I'm sure I've seen him before. I walked up to him and looked at him steadily, "You are like the breeze that caressed my cheeks on the mountain when I was sixteen years old. ”

Fuchen lowered his eyebrows and did not answer. After a moment, he pursed his lips and smiled, "The benefactor is going to Yaochi, right? You don't have so many mundane things on you. Dressed in white, it is enough to win the snow. ”

I suddenly grabbed his hand and didn't allow him to escape, "Sixth Senior Brother?"

He pursed his lips, "It doesn't really matter who I am. ”

After he had finished selecting my clothes for me, he walked out of the hall. My eyes were slightly hot, and I suddenly remembered an interesting story from my childhood when I was in the mountains. The brothers were always keen to choose clothes for me, scramble to choose swords for me, and always leave the best for me......

As he walked out of the dormitory and closed the door, I vaguely heard a whisper as thin as a mosquito and a fly, "You are very much like the bright moon in my heart when I was young." ”

"Senior brother!" I looked back, and he was already far away.