Of course, Leng Moxi couldn't really buy any husbands. His face was dirty and yellow from the dry wind in the scorching sun, so he didn't worry at all about being watched on the street.

He first went to the herb shop for a while, and then began to inquire about the customs and people, and inquired how he got out of this city as big as the country. In the end, he went to a ready-to-wear store and bought a few pieces of men's clothing that were similar to women's clothing from the outside world.

On the way back with a large bag and a small bag, Leng Moxi had a fierce battle between heaven and man in his mind. On the one hand, Ling Xiaoyao's good-looking face is nothing wrong except that he has no expression, and the men's and women's clothes must also be pretty. On the other hand, Ling Xiaoyao has a strong self-esteem, and he is everyone's young master, maybe he will even fork out his clothes with him, even if he wears it, will he be wiped out when he looks back and knows and dominates her black history?

Suddenly, Leng Moxi's hair stood on end, and when he looked at it again, he had actually walked to the door of the inn! He gritted his teeth. It's out of the way, all for the sake of disguise!

Pushing the door in, Ling Xiaoyao's face had returned to normal, and he was sitting at the table wiping the flute.

Leng Moxi: "! He couldn't forget the way she took the flute to kill people like chopping vegetables.

Ling Xiao glanced at him and knew what he was going out for. She wasn't very resistant to wearing women's clothes, first, she could see what the men who followed the women on the street were wearing, and second, she was a woman in the first place.

Leng Moxi opened one of the large boxes, and inside was a light purple dress, as well as a few small boxes, where veils and other accessories were placed. As soon as he looked up, Ling Xiaoyao had already untied the belt of the men's clothes on his body, took off his coat, and the two looked at each other.

"What do you see? Get out! ”

Leng Moxi was shocked out of the door again. What a fierce thing, it's not that I haven't seen it... When he puts on his skirt and sees how he laughs...

Before he could finish his slander, the door opened, but no one came out. Leng Moxi went in curiously, and saw a scene that made him unforgettable:

The light purple perfectly sets off Ling Xiaoyao's fair skin, and the open angle of the neckline just exposes half of her collarbone, which is extremely seductive. The outermost big-sleeved shirt is not worn, which makes her even more slender and weak. The short hair just happened to be a shawl, and the raven-colored hair contrasted strongly with the snow-colored skin, plus a flawless face...... The idea of seeing her as a woman before came out again.

I don't know where the bear bile came from, and he tried his best to make his voice not so trembling: "Xiao Yao, you come here." ”

Ling Xiaoyao looked up at the face that was already red but pretended not to be, silently, but still calmly sat down on the stool in front of him, she wanted to see what he was going to do.

Leng Moxi saw that Ling Xiaoyao really listened to him, and he became even more nervous, and his hesitant heart was forced to be resolute. He raised his hand to untie his forehead, picked up the short hair on Ling Xiaoyao's right sideburns, braided it very lightly but quickly, and braided another one on the left side in the same way, and picked up the folded hairband in Ling Xiaoyao's baggage and tied it behind his head. I was still not satisfied with the left and right, so I opened the small box and took out six small hairpins and inserted them diagonally in the braid.

"That's it!"

Ling Xiaoyao turned his head, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes. This guy... I was going to tie her braids......

Leng Moxi saw the beautiful face in front of him without the slightest sense of weirdness, and secretly said that the goddess in his dream probably looked like this. Then he was frightened by himself. How could the man in his dream be a man with a woman's face!