Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Gift Storm

"Knock Knock"

"I'm in. ”

The door squeaked open, Yan Wumei smiled softly, and carried a Qiankun bag embroidered with cherry balls in her hand.

"Goblin, why are you here?"

Lin Qianqian, who was interrupted from thinking, subconsciously looked at the door, and his heart was filled with hundreds of millions: Ou, the beauty of the prosperous era healed me~ blue eyes, red long dress, fluffy hair~

The legs that had just stretched out on the bed retracted again, silently lowering their sense of existence.

Lin Qianqian grabbed the little man's waist that the little goblin was not holding it, and his face was coquettish, and his nasal cavity was suddenly filled with the fragrance of roses.

With a "snap", Lin Qianqian pursed his mouth and looked up pitifully.

"Ahem, don't make a fuss! I've got something good for you. Yan Wumei rubbed the back of Lin Qianqian's hand that was accidentally beaten red by her.

Yan Wumei: ...... Didn't you hit you until I tickled my flesh?

Lin Qianqian: Can't you see the baby's aggrieved little expression?

"What are you good things to eat?", Lin Qianqian suddenly looked at Yan Wumei's Qiankun bag.

"This is my master's Qianyuan Zhending before his death, but unfortunately I don't know why I can't use it. Didn't you say you wanted to learn alchemy?......"

"!!", she couldn't hear what Yan Wumei said later, only the words Qianyuan Zhending.

"Shallow, little pliers!", seeing that she finally came back to her senses, she handed over the thing in her hand:

"There are some alchemy experiences of me and my master, as well as basic alchemy knowledge, Qianyuan Zhending, you can see if you can use it, if you can't, just use the white Khotanese furnace in me, and if you have any questions, you can communicate at any time... No problem, you can find me... I'll miss you. ”

Lin Qianqian, who was stunned, could only nod his head "mmmm", not knowing what kind of world he was in the fugue, one hand was still around Yan Wumei's waist, unconsciously pinching and pinching regularly.

"Oops!"

"Who! who dares to hit me!", a sharp pain in his forehead made Lin Qianqian, who was wandering in the world, finally come back to his senses, covering his forehead and roaring.

"I!", seeing that she was in a state of despair, Yan Wumei was so angry that she gave her a ruthless fried chestnut.

"Sister-in-law, goblin, what are you doing... Why are you hitting me?"

When he came back to his senses, Lin Qianqian, who didn't know what his girlfriend said, was a little weak.

"What do you say, what are you in a daze, you're leaving in the afternoon, what's wrong with listening to me a few more words?", Yan Wumei said and became excited, tears glistening.

Lin Qianqian stood up in a panic: "Yan Fairy, don't cry first!"

Whoosh to create a small pouch.

Yan Wumei was a little stunned, looking at SpongeBob SquarePants's pattern and holding back her tears, this is ......

"Don't stop, the mermaid princess's tears must not be wasted!

“!!!”

was so angry that he was angry at what he had just done, and his tears were completely contained, and he saw Lin Qianqian regretfully retracting the bag.

Yan Wumei pinched her face in anger and pulled it to both sides: "You are a heartless little bastard!

"Rub the nest, rub the nest, take a bath and scratch your life!"

Lin Qianqian broke her hand, standing on tiptoe with some difficulty, she couldn't help begging for mercy, she finally understood why the little goblin started a fire, and her brother was afraid!

“...... Master..."

The two pairs of horizontal eyebrows swept angrily, and the person at the foot of the bed consciously lowered his sense of existence.

One Zhou Yu and one Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer, as an apprentice, he can't do it.

Yan Wumei relied on her height, ignored Chu Chu's pitiful little eyes, and bullied her for a while before putting down her hands.

Hmph, tell you to ignore me.

"Dangdangdang, little goblin Yan, okay, look, this is the gift I prepared for you! Don't be unhappy!"

Lin Qianqian slapped Yan Wumei's shoulder, took out a very beautifully packaged box, one large and one small, and smiled flatteringly.

Yan Wumei, who glanced at her: It's pretty much the same. Knowing what she loved to eat, she almost emptied her stockpile! Not even much of her son's.

"Little goblin, how about I serve you?", Lin Qianqian opened the top box lightly, and suddenly the fragrance of roses was fragrant.

"Now, here's a trial pack, I'll put it on for you!"

"Close your eyes. ”

"Look up. ”

"Open your left eye. ”

"Open your right eye. ”

Pursed his lips and smiled. ”

"Pouted red lips. ”

"Pout. ”

"Give Uncle a smile!"

After subconsciously doing so, Yan Wumei sneered and slapped her: "you." ”

"God! you are so beautiful, so beautiful that it is suffocating!", Lin Qianqian was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, covering his chest, feeling a little out of breath.

She has been making this rose series of eyeshadows, blushes, eyeliner, and lipsticks for a long time, and secretly picked a lot of roses from her brother's yard.

The color of the mix, the concentration of the incense, the density of the mash of roses and pearls, the type of water added, the temperature of the water, and the invocation of ice spiritual power, fortunately, she had been exposed to some before, and she could barely use it, and the fragrance was just right.

Even the brushes were carefully arranged!

The beige eyeshadow is evenly applied to the eye tip and lightly brushed into the eye socket to increase the brightness of the eyes.

Pink covers the eye bulge and applies evenly, then choose a dark brown eyeshadow with a more skin tone from the end of the eye to the general outline of the eye bulk, blending a shadowy light color, adding depth without a trace.

Finally, use the eyeliner along the base of the eyelashes, from the tip of the eye to the end of the eye, the tail of the eye is slightly curled, showing the bewitchment.

Then apply the red and glamorous lipstick, and the beauty is overturned!

"Shallow, what is this?Is rouge gouache popular in the world?", Yan Wumei was amazed by herself in the mirror for a moment.

After the cultivation of the cultivator's body, spiritual power, and rejuvenating pills, his appearance will naturally not be any worse, and his skin condition will only get better and better as your cultivation improves.

Therefore, except for special circumstances, girls hardly use any cosmetics, and they are all plain faces, which is also fearless by relying on their appearance.

Yan Wumei is special, as an alchemist, in addition to tinkering with Yan Dan and Yi Rong Dan, etc., she also likes to grope for some things used by girls.

In order to please her, Wang Jiangyuan specially went to the world to buy a lot of rouge supplies, and this is the first time she has seen this set given to her by Lin Qianqian.

"Yan Fairy, I didn't expect your makeup to look so amazing, envy my brother to death!", Lin Qianqian felt a little reluctant to leave.

"That's right. A clear milk voice suddenly joined the group chat.

Lin Qianqian: ??

A little Wang Meiyuan climbed out of the cherry balls placed on the dresser, grabbed the edge of the bag with two small claws, stretched out his little head, and flew over with a sneer when he saw his mother.

Yan Wumei subconsciously caught her son who had grown bigger, and sat on the ground with a butt squat

Lin Qianqian: ...... How do I have a sense of foreboding......

Really!

Wait until Lin Qianqian looks at them one by one......

Boom, her snack house is gone!

There is only one ding and one stove left in the cherry balls Qiankun bag, books and some clothes, and only corn anchovy shrimp remains......

It's still Xiao Yuanyuan who hates five meters the most, so he is merciful.

Her heart hurts, but what can she say?

She had no choice but to ......

"Uh-huh, let go..."

was picked up by Lin Qianqian, and was brutally murdered by him.

"Auntie, it's useless to call a fairy! You're a fool! I'm angry with my mother!"

Lin Qian's shallow breath was unbearable, bared his teeth and continued to increase his strength, Wang Meiyuan's cultivation and strength could not compare to her, and he was so anxious that he snorted and screamed.

Yan Wumei, who got up from the ground: "Little pliers, why don't I prepare some more for you?"

She didn't expect her son to be able to eat more than a small tongs, she just rummaged through the bag, good guy, she has prepared so much, what kind of fairy stomach is her son so capable of?