"Little girl, don't be angry, okay, look at what I brought you." As he said, Murong Jin took his hand into his arms, and finally spread it out in front of Rong Xun.
A very delicate sugar man was lying quietly on the palm of Murong Jin's palm. He was a heroic man in blue clothes. There was a fierce horse in front of the man. The man was holding the fiery horse with one hand, and his ink was light.
The little girl will love it!
This was what Murong Jin saw when he passed by the sugar man master in the afternoon. Somehow, Murong Jin felt like Rong Xun when he first saw this sugar man.
Although it looks like a man, the heroic spirit between the eyebrows and the temperament of the whole body are exactly the same as Rong Xun.
But Murong Jin didn't know that this sugar man was Rong Xun!
That day, Rongxun restrained the shocked horse on the street and rescued Shui Jing. It happened to be in this costume, but it should have happened to be seen by Master Sugar Man, so he pinched it out, but Murong Jin happened to see it.
Seeing the look of astonishment on Rong Xun’s face, Murong Jin smiled triumphantly, and said inwardly, knowing that the little girl would like it, “I happened to see it when I was passing by today. It’s strange to say that it’s a man, but I feel like it. You look alike, little girl!"
I have to say that Murong Jin really guessed right this time, this is really Rong Xun himself!
Looking at the sugar man in Murong Jin's hand, Rong Xun was in a daze for a moment. I have to say that the sugar man master was very good, and he was really like her at that day.
Hearing the meaning in Murong Jin’s words, I happened to see it, and I knew it was my behavior that day was bumped into by Master Sugar Man.
"It's indeed a bit like me." Rong Xun didn't say that this is her, otherwise Murong Jin would have to ask her why she wears men's clothes again.
So let Murong Jin think that the sugar master was hit by mistake!
Seeing that Rong Xun accepted the Sugar Man, Murong Jin-he smiled and swept away the gloom just now.
"Little girl, why do you use sound transmission?"
Murong Jin finally couldn't help but ask. In fact, he came tonight mainly to know this. Rong Xun actually knew how to transmit sound.
It was the first time I heard Rong Xun talk to him with the sound transmission technique when he was in the King’s Mansion before. Murong Jin wanted to ask, but never spoke. But in the end, the more he thought about it, the more curious he became. How could Rong Xun come to this
The art of sound transmission? Rong Xun looked at the sugar man in his hand and his eyes were dull for a second. "I just remembered seeing it there by chance. I just had the attitude of giving it a try that day. I didn't expect it would really work."
In fact, there is no sound transmission technique. Those are the functions of blood jade beads, but Rong Xun can't tell the truth, so he has to make up an excuse to get past.
"That little girl, hehe, can you teach me?" Murong Jin nodded thoughtfully, looking at Rong Xun's expression through the moonlight, it was not like falsehood, maybe it was accidental!
But Murong Jin didn't know that now that Rong Xun's telling lies and telling the truth would not affect his facial expressions, he was destined to be invisible.
Teach Murong Jin
If I really know how to transmit sound, then I will definitely not have any problem teaching Murong Jin, but the problem is that Rong Xun himself can't, so I just shook his head, "When I got it, it was written on it. , Shall not be passed on."
Many people with advanced martial arts have some quirks. This unacceptable rumor is also within Murong Jin's understanding, so he had to pull a face and glance at Rong Xun pitifully.
"Hey, little girl, since you said that it is not allowed to be passed on, wouldn’t it be right to pass it on to me? It’s not passed on to me..." It’s clear that passing it to him means passing on inside, okay! Murong Jin was complacent at what he said, and his deep eyes blinked.
Well, he was originally his own, how can he be regarded as a rumor!
Murong Jin's self-amorous kung fu is really something that ordinary people can learn!
Rong Xun frowned, his eyes glowing with cold, as if he was warning Murong Jin, and if he dared to say one more word, his happiness for the rest of his life would be gone.
Looking at Rong Xun's appearance, Murong Jin shuddered with fright.
Murong Jin secretly said in his heart, really the most poisonous woman's heart!
Under Rong Xun's imposing power, Murong Jin also obediently closed her mouth, looking pitiful, but it was a pity that Rong Xun was immune to this.
"Is everything about King Jing's mansion handled?" Rong Xun was too lazy to deal with Murong Jin, and changed the subject directly.
Sitting on the top of the small attic with a breeze blowing by, I feel very comfortable.
These few days, Rong Xun and Murong Jin have been busy with the affairs of King's Palace. It is rare that they are almost dealt with now, and they feel a lot easier.
Murong Jin looked sideways at Rong Xun's profile. The fair-skinned bullying was broken. Because of the breeze, the hair on Rong Xun's forehead was a bit messy, but it was a bit more flavorful. Murong Jin looked at it. I was silly.
Looking at it in this way, it turns out that the little girl still has a bit of beauty.
Perceiving the scorching gaze on the left face, the temperature around Rongxun has dropped a little bit, and bursts of chills radiate from Rongxun as the center.
But Murong Jin still didn't notice anything unusual, and the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, which seemed to be very enjoyable. As for the question Rong Xun just asked, he has long been forgotten.
Rong Xun opened his mouth, said nothing, closed it again, and the surrounding temperature returned to normal.
About a quarter of an hour later, when a cool breeze blew, Murong Jin shivered, and then he recovered.
The rubble under Murong Jin's mouth said that it had been wet, and realizing that it was his own masterpiece, Murong Jin smiled awkwardly and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Said it was an embarrassing smile, but there was no trace of embarrassment on Murong Jin's face, which shows how thick the face is.
"By the way, little girl, what did you ask just now?" Suddenly I remembered what Rong Xun asked him just now, as if it was something in the King's Palace.
However, Rong Xun didn't return to Murong Jin, he just threw him one, the look you thought.
Seeing that Rong Xun didn't speak, Murong Jin had to sit there too, blowing a cold wind, thinking hard about what Rong Xun asked him just now.
After a while, Murong Jin’s eyes flashed brightly, secretly thanking that he had a good memory, and cleared his throat and said, “Well, things are almost the same for King King’s Mansion, and the second and third uncles and their funeral affairs are also simple. sunrise."
Murong Jin stopped again and looked at Rong Xun obsessively again, but was stopped by a warning look in Rong Xun's eyes, leaving him with an injured expression.
Finally, Murong Jin sighed and looked at the bright moon above her head, "It's just that I have to deal with the affairs of the King's Mansion in the future. Maybe I can't come to see you often, I don't miss me too much~"
These words sounded like Murong Jin muttering to himself, but they could be heard really sincerely.
The night is slightly cool, if I can accompany you to admire the moon like this, what a pity in this life!
Murong Jin could only say these words in his heart.