After the huge pale arm fell into the courtyard, the courtyard, which was originally quite spacious, immediately became crowded.

The palm of this arm was clenched into a fist, and then the palm of the hand spread out.

As the palm of the hand spreads out, you can see that this hand has dozens of fingers, and each finger is actually an arm.

It's just that these arms are much smaller, but each arm is clenched into a fist.

When these fists are opened, you will see that the fingers are also smaller arms.

In this way, in front of the eyes of the red makeup, the huge pale arm spread out its palm like a blooming flower.

In the pale palm, which was almost half a yard long, appeared a mouth, with the same lips as those of a human, and rather rosy, looking like the lips of some woman.

The mouth opened, and a pink tongue spit out from its mouth, and the tongue curled upside down, but at this time, it began to unfold, like a carpet that was constantly spreading, and the tip of the tongue came to the red makeup before stopping.

On this long tongue, two things lay quietly.

One is a red cloak, it is not clear what material it is, but from time to time a face will protrude on the surface of the cloak, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man, and in the meantime, the female face appears more often.

The other thing was a bright red scaly snake, the size of a palm, covered with subtle lines, exuding a clear light.

"Finally..."

Red Makeup first picked up the cloak and put it on her body, she pulled here and there, as if she liked this cloak very much.

"With this 'Hundred Faces Human Makeup', I can deceive the 'Primordial Account', as long as I don't use the Heavenly Ghost Posture, I don't have to worry about being targeted by the human master's technique."

"It's a pity that it can't last, if the time drags on for too long, the 'Hundred Faces Human Makeup' will still be recognized, there is no way, after all, it is the technique performed by the 'Human Lord', one of the 'Three Masters'."

"My little trick can only respond to emergencies."

"But in this era when the gods don't come out and the human race is declining, it's enough."

Subsequently.

Red looked at the red scales.

She reached out and tapped the scales with the tip of her finger.

The red scales suddenly shone brightly, vibrated violently, and then 'shake' out of the scales a small red snake as thin as a human finger, like smoke and mist.

After a while, they swam towards the red makeup, like a school of fish returning to the sea, and they all burrowed into the fingertips of the red makeup.

Red makeup closes his eyes, and under the pale skin, there are subtle snake-like shapes that bulge, squirm, swim, and disappear.

As the little red snakes break away from the scales, the scales fade in color, and by the time the last red snake comes out of the scales, the scales turn completely gray.

And it cracked, shattered into powder, and was blown away in the air by the wind.

Red Makeup lowered his hand and took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth raised, and he let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahahahaha..........ha

In the midst of the laughter, her face became ruddy, crimson flames burned in the depths of her eyes, and locks of hair rose without wind, and a flat snake-like head grew at the ends of her hair, spitting red smoke.

At the same time, the cloak on the red makeup body highlighted countless faces on the surface at the same time, and those faces, both men and women, all appeared to cry in fear at this time.

It was as if he was weeping over the impending catastrophe on the earth.

Then.

It's raining.

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"It's raining..."

Qinglian raised her head and looked at the sky.

She lives alone in the mountains.

It was originally a platform halfway up the mountain, and after she cleared a vacant lot, Qinglian built a wooden house here and enclosed a courtyard with a bamboo fence.

Some flowers and plants were planted in the yard and chatted about decoration.

She was pruning the flowers and trees, but at this time, the originally clear sky suddenly began to rain.

The rain was not heavy, and the wisps formed a line and fell in the mountains.

When it met the mist in the mountains, it turned into a curtain of smoke and rain.

It is common for the mountains to rain a lot, but for some reason, Qinglian has a palpitation in this rain.

She frowned slightly: "I always feel that something bad is going to happen." ”

Qinglian thought about it, put down the scissors, returned to the house, and when she came out again, she had already made a paper umbrella.

Dressed in green clothes, it floated up like this.

Yamashita Ota Town.

In Locke's teahouse, the man closed the windows so that no rain would fall into the teahouse.

"This ghost weather, if it rains, it rains, and now it's winter, and it doesn't snow to rain, it's bad luck."

The man muttered, and suddenly saw a figure appear on the long street.

The long street of smoke and rain, under the oil-paper umbrella, a green coat, a weak willow to support the wind, Yingying travels.

"Miss Qinglian is here."

The guy hurriedly shouted in the direction of the counter, and the shopkeeper who was napping hurriedly raised his head.

"Who?"

"Miss Qinglian?"

"Really?"

"Then I have to hurry up and invite the third master."

It was raining and there were no guests in the teahouse.

After the green clothes came in, the man quickly closed the door, and then came over with a small brazier, and said earnestly.

"Miss Qinglian, you roast the fire."

Qinglian slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella, put it aside, and then put her hands on the brazier to roast the fire.

The guy brought the best tea in the hall again: "Miss Qinglian, you drink hot tea to warm up." ”

Qinglian chuckled: "You are clever, what, do you have something to ask me?" ”

The guy hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, you are the nobleman of our teahouse, if you didn't cure the third master's illness, we are afraid that we will not be able to make a living in this restaurant." ”

"So you're a new parent to us, and you can't be nicer to you."

Qinglian let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, and said in a voice that she could only hear.

"The Terrans are just able to speak, but it's much more interesting than those guys who can only fight and kill, in fact, these worlds are not bad......."

At this time, footsteps sounded, and the limping Luo Sanye came, and the shopkeeper who was walking next to him waved his hand and let the guy go down.

"Miss Qinglian, you're here."

Luo Sanye bowed respectfully.

Qinglian made a 'hmm' sound, took a sip of warm tea, moistened her mouth, and then said softly.

"Let's start the 'arrangement' we prepared earlier."

Luo Sanye's eyes changed, and he said softly: "Do you need to do this, Miss Qinglian?" ”

Then without waiting for Qinglian to answer, he lowered his waist and said respectfully: "It's me who overstepped." ”

"Lao Zhou, send a message to Xiao Chen and tell him... The wind is blowing. ”

The shopkeeper nodded and left the hall.

It didn't take long for him to come back and say to Qinglian and Luo Sanye: "The message has been sent. ”

Luo Sanye nodded, and asked again, "Miss Qinglian, do you have any other orders?" ”

Qinglian held the teacup and smiled faintly: "It's gone." ”

Suddenly.

The teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Luo Sanye and the shopkeeper were stunned, and saw that the woman who was sitting on the edge of the brazier just now to warm herself and drink warm tea suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated into the air.