Since the time of the cave people on the top of Yandi Mountain, primitive people who were still in the early stage of tribal civilization have tried to decorate themselves with the powder ground from hematite. Since then, tens of thousands of years have passed to the Han Dynasty, and the rouge of Yanzhi Mountain has become very famous in this generation in East Asia. The Huns, who were broken again and again by Wei Qing and Huo Quai, sang the ballad of "losing my Qilian Mountain, making my cattle and horses not rest, and losing my Yanzhi Mountain, making my woman colorless", migrated westward with hatred, and finally left a terrible reputation of "the whip of the Lord" in European history, which made the huge Roman Empire jump and finally declined due to division.

Compared with rouge, which can even be licked and eaten by sissies, official powder, also known as lead, is not worse than the eyeshadow cream ground by the ladies of ancient Egypt with malachite. Whether it is reading the Dan books of the Taoist Wai Dan School, or the pharmacopoeia of doctors, and the notes of literati, official powder is poisonous, suicide by eating official powder, and even the records of chronic poisoning by workshop craftsmen who make official powder can be said to abound.

However, the girl in ink who was splashed with a sweet slurry by Sima Ling just stretched out her hand, carefully scraped a little **** official powder on her pretty face, put it in her mouth and tasted it, the corners of her bright red lips were slightly upturned, and her sharp and fine teeth shimmered, revealing a sweet and frightening smile: "Since you are in such a hurry to die, then just-"

The very oppressive and terrifying words of the girl in ink were only halfway through, and they were interrupted by a very impactful girl's drink:

"Ahh

The fist is not big, and it can even be said that it is very delicate, very cute, and very ...... Cute. But this punch was brought with a sound of breaking wind, just like a strong man full of tendons and flesh who had been accumulating for a long time and launched a shot put!

A punch smashed into the lower abdomen of the girl in ink, causing the banshee, who was still talking cruelly, to suddenly fold her body, and like a word "death", she was off the ground due to the force of the straight rush. The beauty head is the point of the dead word, and the body, arms, and legs perfectly form the frame of the gap below.

Sima Ling punched and castrated, and the girl in ink flew straight up, and then fell to the ground. Like every villain who is violently beaten up, and perhaps not "cute and charming", the girl in ink holds the ground with one hand, gasping and wondering, "Why ......"

"Ah, it's annoying to ramble, auntie. Sima Ling rubbed his delicate little fist on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had the hooligan energy hidden in Wei Ye's bones under the demeanor of a scholar, and walked towards the girl in ink: "I'm a civil servant who studied law! Do you understand the civil servant, you actually let me get involved in this kind of thing that should be done by Uncle A's third-rate folklorist!"

As he spoke, Sima Ling stepped on the porcelain bowl that fell on the ground, and the crisp sound of the porcelain pieces shattering was mixed with the sound of stepping on a small balloon. She grabbed the collar of the girl in ink with one hand, and it was completely the tone of the prosecutor in the court: "Wang Liuniang, right?

It was this angry shout, the whole body was already involuntarily, and the little mute who had picked up the porcelain cup with both hands and was about to reach his mouth suddenly shook all over his body! What he saw in his eyes was no longer the soup was slightly white, floating with the sweet pulp of the shelled longan, and the whole bowl of slurry suddenly turned red, and the floating longan in it had turned into a human eye with nerve connective tissue, and the capillaries and lost pupils distributed on the surface of the eyeballs could not be seen more clearly!

A sense of disgust could no longer be suppressed, and as soon as the little mute's hands were released, the bowl of human eyeball soup immediately fell to the ground. As soon as the little mute's legs went limp, he fell to his knees.

Sensing that something was wrong behind him, Sima Ling turned his head and said, "Hey, hey, little mute, are you okay?"

It was the time when Sima Ling turned his head to be distracted, and Wang Liuniang, who was wearing a light ink-colored skirt, seized the opportunity, and her face sank!

There was a soft sound of "porphyry", and Sima Ling only felt that the weight of his hand was light. When I looked back, I saw that Wang Liuniang, who should have been caught by herself, had already disappeared without a trace, and only a light ink-colored shirt was still in her hands.

At this moment, Sima Ling heard Wang Liuniang's shout from above his head: "Someone, come quickly! There are assassins, protect Madame!"

In the shouting, a group of maids in apricot red shirts also rushed out of nowhere, and instantly surrounded Sima Ling and the little mute. And Wang Liuniang, who shouted, stood behind these handmaidens, wearing only a white close-fitting clothes, and was staring at Sima Ling with hatred on her face.

Sima Ling was in no mood to deal with Wang Liuniang, who had already revealed the appearance of a monster and could no longer maintain a complete human form, so he only put on a standard defensive stand. She didn't forget to ask the little mute: "This time it's going to be real, little mute, you pay more attention!"

Reaching into his arms, he took out Wei Ye's hand-copied version of the Taiping Sutra, and although the little mute was stiff all over his body, he still nodded reluctantly.

Between the frosty white houses, only the people who were still active still had bright colors - oh, now I don't know who else can be considered "human" except the little mute himself.

Looking at the scroll that faintly emitted a red glow as soon as it was taken out, this time it was Wang Liuniang's turn to be surprised and frightened: "This is ...... A scripture written by a cultivator who condenses his mind?"

This matter is a bit misunderstood, a certain immortal warlock can certainly be regarded as a cultivator, but there is definitely no such lofty thing as condensing the Dao heart on this scripture. Because the body of this scroll is hidden in the text, a Dongyang sword blessing rune between the strokes.

It's a pity that the key to this matter can't be said for Wang Liuniang.

And Wang Liuniang was also angry, this plain white realm was originally temporarily arranged by Ah Luo Niangzi to meet the Daohe monster. However, who knows, there was a mana monk who was begging for food and feet in the guest hall in front of him, but he burned incense and held spells, forcing away a lot of monsters who congratulated him. Occasionally, there are those monsters who claim to be supernatural, or openly or covertly want to sneak in, but several of them die for no apparent reason, and those who are lucky enough to escape are also seriously injured.

Just as she was about to drive the monk away, there was this little girl who was clearly not an assassin came to the door, and the mute young man she was accompanying came with a Taoist scripture to ward off evil spirits. This ill-intentioned look could not be more obvious. This female goblin who has been serving Ah Luo for many years was also punched out by Sima Ling just now, and immediately greeted these maids in apricot red shirts:

"Take down the two assassins together, don't leave one!"