Meng Liangliang slowed down for a while, and tenaciously continued to carry forward her virtues, "Isn't worshipping and sacrificing to gods the same concept?"

"It's a different story. ”

Meng Liangliang's question pressed Jiang's tail and asked, "Why is it different from Lao Wang's way of sacrificing to the gods?"

Jiang thought for a moment and replied, "Lao Wang is a doppelganger of the Divine Monarch and has a part of the divine power of the deity. He used divine power, and the worship naturally would not appear here. There are also those fairies and goblins, as long as they pay some mana during the offering, their offerings will also go directly to Lord Meng Po. ”

Meng Liangliang looked confused, "Will you be in front of you?"

Jiang nodded, "If Master Meng Po chooses not to enjoy it, those offerings will dissipate after a stick of incense. It won't cause any inconvenience. ”

"Choice?" Meng Liangliang had another question, "Then I didn't have a choice, what happened to taste it directly?"

This time it was Jiang's turn to look confused, she was stunned for a long time and asked tentatively, "Lao Wang?"

Meng Liangliang nodded.

Jiang lowered his head slightly in contemplation, but the confusion on his face became thicker and thicker. Meng Liangliang couldn't help but lean over and gently touched her arm with her elbow, "What did you think of?"

"To make such a move, the status should be above that of Master Meng Po. But that doesn't make sense......" Jiang raised his eyes, "Lord Meng Po is the Lord of Lethe River, and even the Ten Palaces Yama will not be so disrespectful to Lord Meng Po." ”

Meng Liangliang seemed to understand a little, "What about being taller than the Ten Halls of Yama?"

Jiang seemed to have thought of something funny, and his expression instantly relaxed, "If you are taller than the Ten Palaces of Yama, then there is only the Great Emperor of Beiyin." She laughed twice, waved her hand and continued, "How is it possible. - Xiao Wang is so rude, and it is not surprising that Lao Wang is not polite.

There are many gods in the underworld, and it is normal for someone to have a rebellious temperament. ”

What kind of character is the Emperor of Beiyin, Meng Liangliang really doesn't know much. Listening to the meaning of Jiang's words, the Northern Yin Emperor is the highest existence in this Yin World. Judging by her expression, the Emperor of Beiyin is a god whose image and position are in line with the tone.

But Meng Liangliang is convinced of one sentence: everything is possible.

She was secretly scrubbing and speculating, Jiang Qiao stretched out her arm with a smile, pointed to the moon gate on the left wall and said, "Let me help Master Meng Po dress up." ”

The matter of dressing up is unfamiliar to Meng Liangliang. As long as she is clean and can see people, she satisfies her requirements for self-image. She's not a ritual either. So she said, "No. Let's get to work. ”

Jiang blinked, "However, this is the first time that Master Meng Po has taken office. ”

What Jiang means is that the first time you take office is always a bit of a ritual. But when he first arrived, Meng Liangliang, whose eyes were black, understood that this was a rule. So she followed Jiang into the back of the moon gate.

Inside the Moon Gate is Meng Po's residence, which is completely different style, luxurious and luxurious, beautiful and exquisite. In the room hung a heavy white gauze tent, on which were embroidered with the pattern of Manju Sawa in silver thread. Or pick up or scatter, at a glance like clouds, mountains and clouds, the sea and like fog and smoke.

There are many boxes of different sizes and shapes and materials on the dressing table. Jiang's hand brushed over the makeup table, "Everything is new, I don't know what fragrance and color Meng Po likes?"

Meng Liangliang didn't understand these and didn't care much, so she said, "It's all right, it's all right." ”

Jiang Zi looked at Meng Liangliang seriously in the mirror, and chose one from those boxes, "Master Meng Po is naturally beautiful, and it is very good to use this color number." ”

Nature, life, beauty, quality!

Meng Liangliang is a confident person, but her self-confidence comes from connotation rather than image. So she attributed Jiang's sentence to a sycophant with good acting skills.

Meng Liangliang's understanding of cosmetics mostly comes from chatting with others, she heard the word color, she thought that Jiang was holding a lipstick product, but she didn't expect to see a box of powder after opening the lid.

While getting the knowledge point that powder also has a color number, Meng Lianglianghu suspected that the color was three points whiter than prickly heat powder. She guessed that this thing might not be so white when it was applied to her face.

Jiang put the powder box down for the time being, and picked up a spray vial, "Please close your eyes, Lord Meng." ”

Meng Liangliang closed her eyes as she spoke, and she felt a slightly cool mist fall on her face, bringing a burst of comfort. Jiang's movements are very gentle, like a spring breeze caressing his cheeks in April.

After a while, Jiang's voice full of excitement sounded, "Okay." ”

Okay, that's it!

Sure enough, it's ghostly speed. Meng Liangliang opened his eyes while admiring Jiang's speed.

In the mirror, there was a miserable white face, the white was almost reflective, and even the eyebrows were diluted by the miserable white. Only two black eyeshadows stand out on the whole face, huh...... Let's call this thing eyeshadow, but whose eyeshadow is applied down the eyelids!

The petrified Meng Liangliang even slurred his voice, "This is?"

"This is the most popular makeup in the underworld. Jiang's expression was really excited, looking at her in the mirror, as if she was looking at a satisfactory work.

Meng Liang nodded stiffly, "Then why don't you make it?"

"I like it the most. But it can't be made every day. ”

Meng Liangliang didn't wonder why she couldn't make it every day, but pointed to the box of powder and said, "Ready-made cosmetics, you can make one now." ”

"I can't use that. Jiang stroked his palms and smiled: "But I have a makeup bag." If Master Meng allows it, I will transform now. ”

"Well, Hua!" Meng Liangliang's eyes stared at her and nodded with a large amplitude.

Jiang's face still maintained that sweet and clean, slightly excited smile, but his hands reached behind his head and began to tear his own skin.

Meng Liangliang jumped backwards violently, and his voice was split, "What are you doing!"

Jiang stopped moving, his face full of confusion. After seeing the horror on Meng Liangliang's face, she understood something in a trance, "Master Meng, you forgot, I'm a skin ghost." I had to take off the skin and scrub it clean before I could paint it again. ”

She pulled her hands outward, and said with a smile: "The painted skin is like clothes, and it doesn't matter if you peel it off." Master Meng Po don't worry. ”

Worried? non-existent. She's scared, scared, okay!

Meng Liangliang waved his hand again and again to stop Jiang from continuing to peel the skin, "You should still be like this, this is good." ”

In order to make sure that Jiang could stop peeling the skin, she hurriedly started talking again, "This is popular in the underworld?"

"That's right. Jiang really stopped, and said sincerely: "This is the standard of beautiful ghosts." ”

Jiang had no reason to play tricks on himself, and his expression didn't look like he was lying.

How can the aesthetics of the underworld be so unique!

In this case, then she wronged Jiang, and people didn't make a fuss. Life gave her a pale face with insufficient blood, and a pair of dark circles under her eyes that slightly exuded a haggard aura. With a white face and dark circles, she is indeed naturally beautiful in the underworld.