"Lin Shen, what accessories do you need?" Zhao Ling's tone was more serious when she treated Lin Yan, this man was cold and noble, not as friendly as Feng Li.

Lin Yan finally chose an ink-colored slightly curly shoulder-length hair as a wig, and the delicate watch on his wrist inexplicably matched this black outfit, and later chose a sword with a black hilt, and then entered the dressing room.

The locker room where he and Feng Li were separated by a wall, through the wall, Lin Yan heard the sound of sparse rubbing of clothes, for some reason, the thoughts that had been calm in his mind suddenly became scattered, and many unspeakable thoughts slowly became clear, rushing to his head in one go, and finally rushing towards his limbs.

Exhale a breath of heat, and his eyes are dark.

Before meeting Feng Li, he had never known that he had such unimaginable demands in this regard. Last time in country J, when Feng Li helped him, his mind was also chaotic, and he couldn't think about things at all.

It's not like him.

Lin Yan cursed in his heart, put on his clothes with red ears, and ten minutes later, he pushed open the door of the dressing room, and it was almost the same as Feng Li's movements.

"Brother Yan." Feng Li tilted her head and hooked her lips at him. The curvature of her red lips was seductive, and she was wrapped in a gray mid-length dress that was popular among the nobility of country A in the Middle Ages, and a light gray waistcoat nailed with a metal breasted and thinly cinched at the waist. A thin silver chain hangs diagonally on one side, and the placket is embellished with a silver-rimmed tie, a metal cross badge with the smell of forbidden valley, and a sapphire inlaid within. The crown on the head is exquisitely made, the light gray slim breeches make the young legs more and more slender, and the fair complexion is hidden in the jet-black tube socks, which is extravagant.

Zhao Ling was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

With blond and messy shoulder-length hair, coupled with such a royal dress, "he" looks more and more like a young aristocratic prince. The temperament of the whole body is noble and elegant, a casual demeanor, and he raises his hand to put the crown lightly, as if "he" should be like this.

Zhao Ling turned her gaze to Lin Yan again.

She has seen what a real demon is today, one is enough to choke, two at once...

Shoulder-length ink curls adorn a cold and handsome white face, a pair of amber eyes, and this hairstyle is a very apt set off his charm as a mixed-race person. The dark black long dress with excellent material is added, the costume does not button the front of the body, and the high-necked pure white shirt covers the neck, which only adds a little bit of the cool atmosphere of the forbidden valley. The brown belt is a little wrinkled, but it doesn't affect the aesthetics in the slightest, but rather gives a visual impact, as if it was a deliberate design, and the edge of the belt is very good with the sword with the black hilt.

White breeches and dark brown boots wrapped around the straight and slender legs, and the edges of the boots were dotted with a few small diamonds. The length of the cuffs of the garment is just the right amount of perfection, and the delicate watch that is exposed, makes the man look more meticulous and indifferent.

Standing with Feng Li, he is like the youngest beautiful young prince among the nobles and the perfect deacon who silently guards him. This visual shock is not small, Zhao Ling couldn't help but take out her mobile phone, ask for the consent of the two, and then took one precious treasure picture after another.

The Li Temple and the Lin God are really amazing!

The absolute return rate of going out is 200%~

"I'm sorry for the trouble." Feng Li's slender and white knuckles teased the blonde hair, and the smile on the corners of his lips was extremely bewitching.

Before Zhao Ling could reply, the black-clothed cold-faced deacon took away His Royal Highness the Prince who belonged to him.