Follow the candlelight lanterns hanging on the street all the way to the center of the fireworks display.
Kapok looked at the scene at this moment.
Many people came out to set up stalls on the street, selling many gadgets, most of them were selling lanterns and masks.
It was only then that Kapok discovered that many people on the street were wearing masks, probably because of the joyous festivals, and many people also wore terrifying fang masks on their faces.
The attendant stood on the general's body, the kapok had an extraordinary temperament, and his appearance was also high-quality, beautiful and beautiful. There were a few attendants behind him, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance.
At this time, there were already many men sneaking glances over, and some of them looked at her vaguely, as if they wanted to attract their attention.
Some men even deliberately walked past Kapok's eyes, revealing white and glaring skin. The general didn't even look at it, he just raised his footsteps and walked straight over when the eyes of the people around him lit up.
"..."
Kapok stopped by the side of the small stall, and there were all kinds of masks on it. The old lady who bought things immediately started to yell when she saw someone, "Oh, girl, look at these masks, all of them are from the top. Good material."
The attendant stepped forward and asked:
"General, do you want to buy a mask?"
Kapok wasn't very interested in these things, and maybe my little brother wouldn't recognize himself if he wore this, so he shook his head and replied calmly, "No need."
The fireworks show started soon, and almost everyone was waiting for this moment. The crowd was crowded and almost cheered. Kapok took a few steps forward, and then stopped, and the attendants were completely gone behind him.
There are really too many people here, just as Kapok was about to exit, but before he could react, his gaze suddenly stopped.
A few seconds later, the general walked over, her lips were stained with a smile, her expression was a little lazy, and she approached the slender figure in the crowd. She felt the opponent's whole body froze suddenly, and then the boy raised his leg and kicked her.
Kapok quickly avoided.
She directly stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around the other person's waist. The woman lowered her eyes, hugged the person in her arms tightly, and led him out of the crowd effortlessly.
After getting away from the crowd, Kapok had a chance to look at the person in her arms, and she didn't take away the hand around the other person's waist. She glanced over and saw that the other person had raised his hand, and the snow-white jade hand was clenched into a fist, directly Hitting her on the back.
The young man was fierce and didn't spare any strength, as if he wanted to kill her, but Kapok didn't dodge it, and received a solid punch, which made her groan in pain.
Seeing that the other party was about to call again, Mu Mian hurriedly said: "Wait a minute—"
Although the woman is not weak, her voice is soft, which is different from most women's voices, and has a special taste.
The young man paused. He wore a mask on his face. The complex and dense patterns were beautiful and mysterious. His exposed eyes were illuminated by thousands of lights, as if dyed with a layer of elegant and beautiful starlight, and the crow feather-like eyelashes rolled out. Upturned, the arc hooked on the eyes, extremely alluring.
The half of the small face under the mask is white and tender, the bridge of the nose is straight and delicate, the lips are bright red and moist, and the outline of the jawline is perfect.
The figure of the other person is also very slender, and the three thousand black hair hangs naturally on the side of the body, lining the delicate skin.
The palms are fisted, and the slender wrists are white and flawless, exposed in the wide sleeves. It can be seen that the identity is pampered since childhood.
He glanced at the other party coldly, his amber clear eyes were soft and delicate, and his lustrous and plump lips were beautiful in color. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his delicate chin coldly, "Who are you?"
(end of this chapter)