Yu Moqian felt that his self-cultivation was still very good, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get along with so many ghosts for so long, and he wasn't crazy yet.
But for the first time, he felt a ghost in his body, and an anxious emotion was pulling him, making him feel bad.
He glanced at those little fresh meat, how ugly he looked.
Bai Weiwei pointed to the most beautiful one and said to him, "Look at this beautiful short hair, beautiful eyes and bridge of nose."
Yu Moqian felt that her aesthetics might have been impacted.
He suffocated for a long time before he said, "It doesn't look good."
Bai Weiwei pointed to another, "What about this?"
Yu Moqian's tone became unpleasant, "Ugly, neither male nor female."
Bai Weiwei frowned, "Then this?"
Yu Moqian sat cross-legged in the air, turned around suddenly, and started to draw his body, not talking to Bai Weiwei.
He was angry.
I don't even know what I'm angry with.
She must be thinking that her aesthetics are not good, and what kind of man is she choosing.
Each one is uglier than a ghost.
How can a man be so tender, so white, and so sissy.
Yu Moqian was painting his body, painting and painting, and suddenly felt that he was also very tender, very white, and very sissy.
He died as a teenager, and he was very young.
All the symbols of male maturity are fixed in age before they appear.
Even though he is tall, he is not as strong as an adult man.
Rather, it is more slender and thin.
Not to mention the long hair that grows to the waist.
Yu Moqian painted and painted, and wanted to make himself more mature.
But it's not like you are mature anymore.
When he thought of Bai Weiwei looking at his face, he thought of other men.
There was a sigh of anger in his empty chest.
In the end, he wiped his long hair and drew a short hair like a little fresh meat.
It's not so girly anymore.
Yu Moqian is like a puffed frog, wanting to make changes but not willing.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind his shoulders, and a warm body pressed against his back.
Bai Weiwei deliberately chose the tip of his ear to sigh, "The painting is so beautiful, where is the handsome guy from? This is it."
Yu Moqian almost fell from mid-air to the ground.
Eyes are drawn crooked.
After a while, he said, "Okay."
After painting, Yu Moqian's eyes froze, his index and ring fingers merged, and a cold blue light appeared.
into the drawn body.
This is ghost energy, which can consolidate the effect of ink.
It will not melt in the presence of fire and water.
Yu Moqian noticed that Bai Weiwei was still clinging on and didn't let go.
He lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, letting her slap her.
In the empty chest, those grievances gradually disappeared, but a soft sweetness surged up.
The slightest bit into the bone, the tooth is so tired.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is fifty.]
One person and one ghost is still a strange and warm way of getting along.
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In addition to his own family, some people in the circle also attended the day when the emperor announced his successor.
The master of Tiandaomen also came.
Because this time, in addition to announcing the successor of Huangdaomen, the gossip map of the treasure of Huangdaomen's town gate will also be presented to fellow people to watch.
Huangdaomen and Tiandaomen are considered to be in this line, and they have not spread out for hundreds of years.
Even if the number of roads in the imperial gate is a bit cheap.
There are also many things to be deceived and deceived.
But there are still some things left by the ancestors.
Of course, it can't be compared with Tiandaomen.