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Qin Lang was forced to lie in bed early in the morning to tell the story to the old witch who was more than three hundred years old, and after finally finishing Lu Bu's paragraph, he finally had to get up.

"Where's the salt tea?"

"It's good to soak early, and the temperature is just right."

Under someone's various coquettish tricks and other means at the beginning, now when he gets up every day, Qin Lang not only washes himself, but also serves the little sect master.

"Open your mouth."

"Ahh

The bone toothbrush that comes standard in the room is a luxury compared to the willow branches.

The specially made bristles on it were soft and dense and elastic, Qin Lang took out the tooth powder made from pine resin and poria cocos from the small wooden cup, put it on the toothbrush, and carefully brushed the teeth of the sect master.

"It's said that this seat doesn't need these physiques... I don't believe you..."

"Don't talk while brushing your teeth."

Physical fitness is one thing, hygiene is another.

It's like a newly bought spittoon, no matter how clean it is, no one will use it to eat.

"Okay, it's up to you whether you want to work or play, I'm going out."

……

Since Zhuo Beibei and Nan Lingyue recognized each other, Zhuo Beibei has become an ordinary handyman and a free handyman.

In fact, she didn't usually work much, she was basically adopted by the Ning Xiang Pavilion at will, anyway, the girls of the Hehuan faction in the hall were also taken in by the Tianhe Sect at the beginning, which can be regarded as a tradition.

Now that everyone sees that the saint has such a good relationship with her, and there are rumors that she is already the woman of Qin Gongzi, the hall is naturally more relaxed towards her.

Nan Lingyue also followed the master's wishes and did not expose Zhuo Beibei's identity, which is good.

……

"Wait a minute."

"What."

"I haven't combed my hair yet."

“……”

Qin Lang crossed his arms over his chest, frowned and looked down at Zhuo Beibei's long black and silky hair:

"I mean, aren't you a little bit too late? Treat me like a servant completely, huh? ”

"You don't like it, huh? Good, good. ”

The little sect master is a big ghost, and he raises his legs in an old-fashioned manner and walks out with his hands in his hands.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go to Lingyue to borrow something."

"Borrow something?"

"Her embroidered shoes and socks are said to be borrowed by you, and they are needed urgently at night."

“……”

"By the way, by the way, because of the inheritance of this seat, the saint is also similar to this seat in terms of physique, her body is not stained with dust, and her body is full of fragrance, which seems to be very convenient for some people's preferences..."

“……”

It's hard again.

Qin Lang's fist was a little hard again.

But it's only hard, and it's okay, after all, combing your hair is not a big deal.

What's more, it may be an honor to help the 300-year-old seniors comb their hair and do it for others.

"Sit aside."

"Hmph~"

Worthy of being the sect master, Zhuo Beibei was proud of his victory, and ran to the high stool in front of the dresser with his little shoes on his feet, and his two white calves swayed leisurely.

"What are you going to comb your hair..."

"It's the kind of Lingyue~"

Double ponytails...

Qin Lang stroked Zhuo Beibei's supple hair, tugged slightly, tugged again, and...

"Shhhh Qin Lang, you want to beg for a fight! ”

"You know what, I'm testing the toughness of your hair, the double ponytail needs to be pulled and pulled, otherwise it will be easy to loosen."

……

In fact, Qin Lang really knows a little bit about hair, and there is no doubt that it is also because of the existence of Mu Xuanli, a woman from Tianshan Mountain.

In terms of the number of hairstyles alone, Qin Lang has combed his senior sister in no less than ten ways, and the number of times is even more difficult to remember, anyway, since he was about seven or eight years old, Qin Lang has to comb his senior sister's hair every morning and evening, before and after bathing.

However, with the hairstyle of ponytail, Qin Lang has relatively little contact.

Because of this hairstyle, it really doesn't match my sister's mature and beautiful figure.

The ponytail represents the unique youthful vitality of a girl, lively and full of vitality.

And a beauty like a senior sister is like a juicy and ripe honey fruit in midsummer, a little move is easy to burst out of sweet juice, once she is as lively as a girl, the flowers and branches in every part of her body tremble, and almost can hook the soul of a man.

Qin Lang once tried to comb the double ponytail of a young woman for her senior sister once, but the result was very unsuitable.

If you want to say how it doesn't fit, it is... It really made Qin Lang too difficult to overcome.

Imagine a beautiful married woman who is ripe, at the request of her lover, shamefully puts on her daughter's young clothes, but the slender clothes can't completely cover her plump body, especially those tight places, a little movement...

In short, if you comb your senior sister's double ponytail, you will also be filled with this sense of shame of "pretending to be tender for the sake of flattery", which makes it difficult for Qin Lang to control himself.

A single ponytail is about the same.

In the final analysis, the ponytail hairstyle is really the most suitable for girls and below.

……

"Alright, let's see."

Zhuo Beibei sat on the stool obediently, and after a long time, Qin Lang combed her with two double ponytails, and saved a small bun like a pill at the root of the ponytail.

“……”

Zhuo Beibei looked at himself in the mirror, and was speechless for a while.

Qin Lang looked at it, happy, and finally had the opportunity to learn from her hateful appearance, smiled to her face, and looked in the mirror with her:

"What's wrong? Doesn't the sect master want to say that he is cute, but he is embarrassed? ”

“……”

Zhuo Beibei's little face turned red, and he lowered his little head slightly:

"Just... Nope..."

"Hey, hey."

Qin Lang was happy to death, poking her soft face:

"Then why is it so hot here?"

"Ben... This seat is hot... I can't do it..."

"Really?"

“……”

Zhuo Beibei's little face is already the same color as her favorite rock sugar gourd, and her eyes are staring at her two little hands on the hem of her skirt, which have been clutching and crumbling.

Qin Lang saw that she was like this, so he didn't continue to tease her, otherwise he felt like some kind of weird Shu Xiao.

"Okay, let's raise my head, the sect master is the first in the world, isn't it normal to be cuter than ordinary people? A beautiful hair is nothing more than the icing on the cake. ”

Zhuo Beibei's little face raised and his little face fluttered:

"You... You're complimenting this seat..."

"Compliments also need to be based on facts, otherwise they are deceptive."

Qin Lang smiled, bent down slightly, and looked at her in the mirror with her:

"Look, I'm complimenting the Sect Master, but I'm not deceiving the Sect Master, am I?"

“……”

Zhuo Beibei stared at the cute little girl with two ponytails in the mirror, and looked at it in a daze for a while, and then looked at Qin Lang who was next to him in the mirror somehow, but he couldn't help it.

“？”

Qin Lang snorted lightly and touched her little head:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Who... Who's looking at you..."

Zhuo Beibei muttered, jumped off the small stool, and walked outside the room.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to take care of it!"

The sect master jumped up, shook his beautiful new hairstyle, and looked for Nan Lingyue, who also had a double ponytail.

It's just that the master entered the east courtyard with his front foot, and the apprentice entered the west courtyard from the incense pavilion in front of him.

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang-"

She hurried her steps, and when she came to the door of Qin Lang's room, she pushed the door directly.

"Huh? Lingyue? What's wrong? ”

"It's a matter of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"."

Just happened to bump into Qin Lang changing clothes, Nan Lingyue covered his little nose, took his eyes off his Chiguo's upper body, and said anxiously:

"Wen Xue said, the storyteller seems to have an accident, you go and take a look."

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(One more, persistent tenosynovitis... ）

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