Mo Ye thought, put all the books in her hands back on the shelves, and when she left the library, the administrator swept her up and down with the search ruler to see if she had taken the books out.
Wanjiang Tower is also the largest inn in Mengfang City, but the largest inn does not mean luxury, but safety.
The proprietress of Wanjiang Tower is a foundation-building great perfection, a half-step pill cultivator. With her in charge, no one dares to make another attempt in Wanjiang Tower.
Mo Ye said to find someone, naturally nobody cares, but if she dared to move Zhuang Shao half of her finger, it would be equivalent to having a vengeance with a half-step strong man.
Of course, when she was about to step into the gate of Wanjiang Tower, she experienced the magic of so-called fate.
Seeing the end of the stairs on the second floor, there was a dazzling purple and a grim white, Mo Ye turned his head and walked away, a word of nonsense penetrated into his ears.
"Brother, senior brother said, I can only allow you to stay for another three days, otherwise, even I will be treated together with the rules."
Three days? Great, the scum finally has a time limit to get out.
Mo Ye quickly turned to the back of Wanjiang Building, calculated the position of Kunzi No.7 room, and knocked on the window.
"Huh? Who?"
It was indeed the voice of Zhuang Shao, who opened the window, but was stunned.
The first reaction was that she knocked on the wrong window
The second reaction was only Zhuang Shao's voice.
In the room, the eyebrows are clear, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and the elegant and graceful brother winked at her, and barked out a mouthful of white teeth, "Why? I don't know this anymore? You are also a cultivator of the sixth layer of Qi refining, with this breath. No judgment?"
Mo Ye has been despised again. She has been despised almost every day since these days, and she seems to be a little numb.
Ask directly: "Something?"
"Of course." Zhuang Shao nodded, his head tilted, "Just why don't you walk through the door?"
"Personal hobby." Mo Ye replied, turned into the room, and closed the window.
The Kunzi room is the lowest-grade room in Wanjiang Tower. There is only a narrow bamboo weaving room for meditation, plus a small table and stool. She squeezed in, and it was impossible for a third person to settle in the entire room.
Zhuang Shao smiled and opened the box on the table, only to see that the box was filled with water, and there was still a piece of white floating in it, glowing with a thin aura.
"I see that you always wear a face towel. I think it must have caused some trouble or avoided someone, so I made this thing for you. You must have seen the effect. After putting it on, I didn't use spiritual power to probe carefully. I can't recognize it."
Mo Ye gently picked up the floating things in the box with her fingertips. This kind of thing was not unfamiliar to her. It was a thin mask, but her instinct told her that this thing was more high-end than her previous world. a lot of.
Zhuang Shao said in a somewhat ostentatious tone: "Don't underestimate this thing. It is woven with Lingzhi fibers and covers your face unless you want to. It will not fall off easily. It can change a person's appearance. The force will automatically match your skin tone and will not be seen by others. Of course, even if you wear it for many years, there will be no bumps on your face."
"You said you were busy before, so you were doing this?" Mo Ye asked boredly, turning around with that piece of disguise.
"Of course, don't look at it just like that. It needs to be woven with divine consciousness. I woven it for three days and three nights. You call me so coldly that you almost made me fall short."
"Thanks." Mo Ye didn't even notice a slight curve in the corners of her mouth, although she felt that Zhuang Shao's good to her must be purposeful in it, but that was different from calculation.
The cold disguise covered her face, as if she poured a handful of cold water on her face. She could almost feel the fibers in it slowly fusing with the skin, as if the disguise had been absorbed instead of simply covering the face. on.
At this point, she believed Zhuang Shao. After all, Zhuang Shao was seriously injured in the previous battle with the Greenmane Beast. Under a mess, his disguise was still intact.
After a while, the cold feeling gradually subsided, Mo Ye touched his face, and found that it was no different from his own skin, and even the touch did not make any difference.