A slight frown.

The smell of medicine that permeated the air was dispelled by the extremely ferocious aura, like Godzilla slamming into a warship from the depths of the sea.

The strong feeling of pressure made Akamatsu's breathing blocked.

The fierce Ji of the White Tiger Courtyard didn't deliberately want to scare him, but naturally had that sense of oppression that was different from ordinary people, "Can't you afford to lose so much?" ”

"Not that problem."

Akamatsu denied that the existence of the system must not be said, and said nonsense with a serious face, "Didn't your grandmother say that she wanted us to get married."

In our hometown, the man must pull out a hair to get married, and find a fortune teller to test whether each other's eight characters are suitable. ”

The White Tiger Courtyard's fierce Ji loosened her brows, nodded and said, "Then you try." ”

Akamatsu praised his wit, stood up from his seat, and pulled it forward, the blue silkworm eyes were full of oppression.

He chose to sneak up on the rear.

The long silver-white hair was draped over his shoulders, and some of the ends of the hair fell down on the bright red hustle.

Akamatsu reached out and touched the silver hair, which was very soft, like a washed and sun-dried Alaska.

I really want to touch it a few more times, but I'm afraid of provoking the other party.

He could only choose to pick one up and pull it back, "Huh? ”

The hair was not pulled out.

"Don't be defensive."

Akamatsu reminded loudly.

"I didn't use the spiritual pressure defense, you can't pull it out, I can only say that my spiritual pressure in the unconscious is much stronger than yours."

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard explained that she had restrained her spiritual pressure defense, but the elephant did not use force, and its own tonnage would not change, and it could sit people to death by sitting.

As soon as Chi Song heard this, his fingers wrapped around his silver hair, and his whole body was violently lifted, gathering in his hands, "Ha! ”

The silver hair is still not broken.

He was so anxious that he kicked his feet directly on the back of the fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard, and dragged him back with all his strength.

However, the silver developed a strong willpower, and the fingers of Chisong ached faintly.

He was forced to abandon the idea of hard pulling.

"You can't." The fierce Ji of the White Tiger Courtyard shook his head.

Chi Song's face turned red, and he didn't know how to refute, so he could only change the topic and said: "Speaking of which, I stepped on your back just now, and I didn't find the touch of the bra straps." ”

What kind of perverted topic am I talking about!

He wanted to slap himself.

The fierce Ji of the White Tiger Courtyard said nonchalantly: "Well, I didn't wear it, it's too troublesome to find the right size, it just so happens that I'm an inverted type, and outsiders can't see the bulge if I don't wear it." ”

“…… yes. ”

Akamatsu felt that this topic was not easy to talk about, so he changed his mind again: "Do you usually lose your hair?" ”

"Yes."

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard nodded.

Normal metabolism, she still has.

"Then I'll look for the hair that's about to fall out."

How can a dignified man of red pine give in to a hair?

Must be unplugged!

He touched his head openly, his ten fingers shuttling through the soft silver hair, gently massaging the scalp to comfortably lower the brain defense, looking for loose hair, and then suddenly lifting the spiritual pressure and pulling it out.

Poof, silver hair in hand.

(Ding, the task of plucking the feathers of the tiger body is completed, and the primary white fight is rewarded, and the tiger and crane are double-shaped.) ）

In an instant, a drill about the double shape of the tiger and crane flashed through his mind, sometimes like a tiger pounced, sometimes like a crane light.

Sweating all over.

He seems to have practiced the tiger and crane duo for decades.

The white fights, instantaneous steps, etc., given by the system, are all directly to reach the perfect state, and there is no need to practice again.

He pinched his silver hair with his fingers, and his face showed a hint of excitement, compared to the thunder in his palm, the Tiger and Crane Twin Form had a stronger blessing for hand-to-hand combat.

Palm Mines are suitable for ranged attacks.

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard turned her head, her eyes were a little puzzled, and she said, "You seem to have become a little stronger." ”

"Haha, because I work out every day."

Akamatsu played sloppy and fooled the past.

Chiyo's voice came from outside, "Chi-kun, it's time to eat." ”

"Fierce Ji, don't help open the door yet!"

Two very different tones show the double standard of the other.

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard got up, stepped forward and opened the door and said, "Old woman, you are really troublesome. ”

……

The dishes on the table are very rich, three vegetables and three meats.

Chiyo also deliberately took out her treasured sake and said, "I apologize for yesterday's behavior of the fierce hime, she shouldn't have robbed you of your coffee and cake to eat."

Fierce Princess! ”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard apologized very perfunctorily, she was too lazy to argue with the old woman about anything.

Anyway, whatever that person says, he just agrees verbally, and if he turns his head, he still acts in his own style.

You can eat and drink enough without spending money, so why pay for it?

This is the true thoughts of the fierce concubine of the White Tiger Temple.

"It's fine."

Akamatsu hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he had left that matter behind.

"Chijun is really generous." Chiyo smiled, the wrinkles on his face were about to squeeze out a ball of flowers, and he stepped on the fierce Ji of the White Tiger Courtyard next to him, and his eyes squinted: "You sit there and pour wine for Chijun." ”

Akamatsu refused: "No, I'll do it myself." ”

"Don't be so polite, you're a guest, how can you pour wine."

At Chiyo's urging, the White Tiger Temple's fierce Ji got up, went around to the opposite side, and sat beside Akamatsu.

Nervousness instantly spread through Akamatsu's heart, and immediately, he realized that something was wrong.

The sense of oppression is too weak.

If you think about it carefully, there is a scene where Chiyo is, and the extremely strong sense of oppression on the fierce Ji of the White Tiger Courtyard will be so weak that it can almost be ignored.

Intentionally or unintentionally?

Akamatsu's eyes showed a hint of thought.

"Chi-kun, let's have a drink."

Chiyo was just rescued yesterday, but she still doesn't want to quit drinking.

At this age, you may return to the West at any time, and the only hobby in life is that you must not lose it.

……

Akamatsu was almost drunk by an eighty-six-year-old man, and had to use the trick of pretending to be drunk to stop the other party from continuing to drink.

He was able to stay awake and flee from the wine table.

"Chijun, come back to play when you have time."

Chiyo held the hand of this future grandson-in-law tightly, his face was full of reluctance, what a good young man.

"Well, I will, and you have to take care of yourself."

Akamatsu bowed politely.

Chiyo slowly let go of her hand, looked at his distant back, and let out a sigh.

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard was puzzled: "Everyone is gone, why are you still standing here?" ”

"Fierce Ji, what are you talking about with Chijun in the house?"

Chiyo looked up and asked.

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Courtyard did not hide it, and told the truth what happened in the house.

"Yes, Chijun pulled out one of your hairs."

Chiyo was a little surprised by that strange local custom, but she was still very happy, and she was willing to test whether the eight characters were appropriate, which meant that it was a little interesting.

The fierce concubine has a troublesome personality, and her appearance and figure will never lose to any woman.

"You have to catch Chijun well, marry him as soon as possible, and give birth to a big fat boy for me to hug before I die."

Thinking that he could still see the scene of the murderous concubine getting married and having children in his lifetime, Chiyo's face was filled with a happy smile.

The fierce concubine of the White Tiger Temple looked at her smiling face, forgetting the last time she smiled like this.

Is it all because of the red pine?