"A lot of things are not big mistakes, but after a long time, they may not make big mistakes." The hosta moved, as if sighing.

"So, do you think that even if she dies, she will be innocent."

"......" Little White Tiger thought to himself if he was too cold-blooded, what would this old boy do if he didn't take her to find a painting kite.

The Elder of the Warehouse raised his eyes, "It's here." ”

He had just finished taking a bath and was applying a green clay mask to the vanity mirror, when suddenly the door was blown open by the wind, and even the lights in the house were blown out.

"Who?"

He saw a figure outside the door and walked out.

The elder of the warehouse wanted to return the hosta to the painting kite, but before he could speak, a dark green face came to him...... Person.

"This ...... What the hell is this, this, this. ”

"Ghosts? Where are the ghosts! The painting kite jumped up and quickly hid behind the elder of the warehouse, "Where is the ghost?" ”

Elder Warehouse patted away her hand holding her wide sleeve, "It's good to paint your face like this." "If it's really a ghost, I'm afraid that people are not ghosts, and I look panicked.

With a wave of his hand, the lights in the room came back on, and after drawing the kite, he realized that the elder of the library was saying that she looked like a ghost.

"I'm wearing a mask, beauty." She stepped into the room.

"Face masks, cosmetic?" The elder of the material warehouse became interested when he heard it, "Can you lighten age spots?" "Who doesn't have a love for beauty.

"Yes, acne scars, spots, redness, yellowness, lack of water, dryness, oiliness and other problems can be solved."

"Do you still have any other masks?"

"Yes." The kite went to the bronze mirror and tapped the edge of the mask with her index finger, which dries easily, but fortunately she added some fruit oil.

"Would Elder Ben exchange something with you?"

He turned around and went to the cabinet to get the mask.

"No, just tell me if that flute is broken." If it's bad, throw it away.

"What the hell do you think, I'm an elder of Cloud Immortal Mountain, and I'll give you a bad flute?"

The elder of the material warehouse put the hosta in his hand on the table, and originally he wanted to use the little white tiger and the painting kite to change the mask, but now he doesn't need it.

"Why can't it be blown then?"

"Who told you it was for blowing...... Well, that's for blowing, though, now isn't the time. The Elder of the Warehouse sat at the round table and crossed his legs.

"What are you turning over, hurry up and get some masks."

Hua Zheng rolled his eyes and brought all the masks to the table, "It depends on the timing to play the flute, it's really complicated." ”

The elder of the material warehouse picked up a mask, "How to use this, you need to add water, right?" ”

"Tell me how the flute plays first, and I'll tell you how to use the mud film."

"Oh, you ask the little white tiger, everything has to be explained by Elder Ben, hurry up and say, how to use this mask." In the evening, one of his elders stayed in the girl's room, so that the other disciples could see the gossip.

"The ratio of mask to water is one to one, stir evenly and apply directly to the face, and wash off when it is dry."

"Okay, thank you." The elder of the material warehouse took away the mask without a single mask, and he counted it just now, there should be a hundred.

He added, "Just apply one piece for five days." ”

"Got it."

After the elder of the warehouse left, he closed the door and was about to wash his face, when suddenly the little white tiger spoke.

"Hey, Kite girl, why did you give all the masks to that old boy." I didn't even leave a single one.