In the Fengling Kingdom, women are naturally powerful, and they are the main force in war. Over time, a pattern in which women are respected has been formed.
Fang Shan lives in a world where women are superior to men and it is not very obvious.
Fengling Country prefers weak and beautiful men in appearance. Women are easily discriminated against by their peers because they are short, while men are classified as ugly because they are tall. Unfortunately, in the eyes of the world, Wei Sushen is in such a state of being ugly that both humans and gods are outraged.
Fang Shan said: "In fact, the basic aesthetics remains unchanged. This concept of beauty and ugliness is more based on discrimination as a dividing line."
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Don't worry, I will be 'ugly' with confidence."
“…”
"This young master..." The woman who was full of murderous intent just now changed her attitude instantly: "Are you lost, or..." She looked at Wei Sushen coldly as she said this: "Are you being coerced by a gangster?"
Fang Shan was thinking about whether to assign an old father persona to Wei Su Shen, but the latter had already spoken first: "I am his brother."
The drunken people were all awake at this moment, and together with the patrolling disciples from the Palace of the Dead, they looked at them with incredible eyes. One of them couldn't help but said: "We are sworn brothers?"
Wei Sushen: "Dear."
While everyone was stunned, Fang Shan seemed to shiver and said pitifully: "I'm a little cold."
Facing such a bitchy and lovable little fairy boy, everyone scrambled to take off their shirts and put them on him. Fang Shan lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly: "Where is the nearest inn? We want to stay overnight."
Of course it's okay to stay overnight. The patrolling disciple looked at Wei Sushen beside him in embarrassment: "If you want to enter the realm of my Palace of the Dead, you must..."
He stopped talking and pointed at his face.
Fang Shan's eyes widened with laughter: "Your dimples are so beautiful."
The mountain patrol disciple's face suddenly turned a little red.
Fang Shan sighed inwardly, he is still innocent.
The mountain patrol disciple who had just spoken was a little at a loss. Originally, he wanted to tell him that he could only enter the Palace of the Dead with his face. After being misunderstood, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth anyway. The woman touched her classmates. Everyone either looked up at the moon or looked down at the stones. No one was willing to say anything to offend the beauty.
Fang Shan took the initiative to speak: "Actually, I have heard about the rules here, but my brother is my flesh and blood relative. If you want me to abandon him and enjoy a good life alone, I can't do it!"
As he spoke, he was about to hit the tree.
No one expected this plot development. Fang Shan braked in time when he saw no one was blocking him. There was a thick tree trunk 0.001 meters away from him. He gritted his teeth and pulled at the corner of Wei Su Shen's clothes, and said, "You should pull me up!"
Underneath the questioning tone, there was suppressed laughter from the others.
Seeing that his goal was successful, Fang Shan put away his excellent acting skills. The Flower of the High Mountain will only give people a sense of distance, and he also needs an interesting soul. Just like now, the aloof iceberg man wants to play a trick, but the embarrassment after accidentally revealing his secret is enough to conquer other people's love for beauty with his contrasting cuteness.
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows and made secret glances at Wei Sushen... Are you shocked by my acting skills
Wei Sushen was indifferent. He had been indifferent a long time ago, but later he was shocked and numb.
The most senior among the disciples who patrolled the mountain took out a veil: "Let your brother cover his face first, and then we will make a decision after we report it to the palace master."
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were temporarily placed in a temple on the outermost side. This place had long since deteriorated, and even a layer of paint on the surface of the giant Buddha had fallen off. The patrolling disciples who sent them here were also a little embarrassed: "You just have to make do with it for one night, and you won't be able to notify the palace master until tomorrow morning at the earliest."
The master of the Palace of the Dead has a strict work and rest schedule. Now is the time for beauty to sleep. If he dares to disturb her, a hundred heads will not be enough to chop him off.
Fang Shan said coldly and calmly, and returned to his noble and beautiful posture. The disciple of the Palace of the Dead who sent them here felt itchy in her heart. She had seen all kinds of beauties, some were as beautiful as a flower, some were as beautiful as a clear spring, but they were as beautiful as a cat, and sometimes they were as beautiful as a cat. Cunning, sometimes cold, this is the first time I have seen him.
Just when he was about to give a complete self-introduction, Fang Shan covered his mouth and yawned, as if I'm sleepy and you should get out of here. Throwing him away after being used made the latter look at him with contempt and retreat obediently.
It's much easier to talk without outsiders. Fang Shan expressed a thousand words in just two words: "How?"
Wei Sushen continued to look at him with extremely complicated eyes.
Fang Shan: "Each flower catches each eye. All kinds of styles are gathered in the Palace of the Dead. No matter how beautiful it is, it is only good if it can arouse other people's interest."
What he said was clear and logical, and Wei Sushen felt that he was not unjust after being tricked so many times.
"Protect my hair."
Fang Shan stretched out, leaned against him back to back, and fell asleep with his face raised. Wei Sushen stared at the Buddha statue not far away for most of the night. The body's touch was more sensitive when they couldn't see each other. The little head behind him slid down from time to time. Wei Sushen turned his head slightly, knowing that if he didn't stop it, there would be a chicken coop. The Afro was born.
After staring at him for a few seconds, he finally reached out to stop his head from falling further, and instead let him lean on his shoulder.
Fang Shan had a dreamless night. When he woke up in the morning, he went to the river to wash his face and shook his head from side to side: "I thought I wouldn't sleep well."
Wei Sushen: "There is only one kind of person in the world whose sleep quality is never affected."
Fang Shan walked over with a smile, took his hand and raised his chin, making a teasing gesture: "At this time, the host should tell me, you little heartless person."
“…”
Fang Shan wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly his ears twitched: "Someone is coming."
Not long after he finished speaking, a carriage came to the door, and the driver was one of the several mountain patrol disciples from last night. She was visibly shaken when she saw Fang Shan. It was too dark last night, so she could probably see a perfect outline. Now in the sunlight, this face is truly breathtaking.
Fang Shan: "We meet again."
The patrolling disciple calmed down and said, "The palace master asked me to take you there, and promised that if your beauty can impress him, he will allow you to stay."
After thanking him, Fang Shan got on the carriage and asked a few questions about the palace master without leaving any trace. The mountain patrol disciple looked a little strange: "The palace master... is a good person, as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line."
Fang Shan: "What does the bottom line include?"
Disciple patrolling the mountain: "You must not wake up the palace master who is taking a nap, but you must ensure that the palace master's nap does not exceed half a stick of incense. The rice should not be cooked too delicious, nor should it be cooked too unpalatable, because delicious food can lead to gluttony. I gained weight and it tasted so bad that I couldn’t swallow it…”
After hearing this, Fang Shan couldn't help but interrupt: "Why didn't you rebel?"
"Be careful what you say!" The mountain patrol disciple suddenly looked serious: "No one is allowed to slander the palace master."
After scolding her, she started to drive the carriage with a cold face. When the curtain fell, Fang Shan heard her whisper: "It's not because I can't beat him."
If he could be beaten, he would die prematurely!
Fang Shan gently bumped Wei Su Shen with his elbow: "Don't let me see emotional resonance in your eyes."
Wei Sushen looked away: "You are worrying too much."
Fang Shan: "Look into my eyes and say."
Wei Sushen chose to close his eyes and rest.
If there is a place with the least respect for rules and principles in this arena, it must be the Palace of the Dead.
In a word: recognize the face but not the person.
The Palace of the Dead is extremely luxurious. Even if you see a piece of rubble from a few hundred meters away, you can feel the jewelery that money has given it.
Fang Shan likes this design very much: "Your palace master is a very tasteful person."
When the mountain patrol disciple looked at him for the first time, his eyes had other emotions, which meant that his brain was not working well at such a young age.
Unlike what Fang Shan expected, the Palace of the Dead is not filled with beauties, and there are even very few people who can see it.
The patrolling disciple explained: "At this time, everyone is practicing martial arts in the back mountain."
Fang Shan pointed to the empty door: "Where are the guards?"
The mountain patrol disciple shook his head: "No need." Seeing Fang Shan express doubts, he said with deep meaning: "No one in this world dares to break into the Palace of the Dead."
It was like a deserted place all the way, and when we actually stepped into the main hall, we were greeted by an exaggerated fragrance. When he saw the person sitting on the chair clearly, Fang Shan couldn't help but be a little surprised. The Lord of the First Palace was actually a man
The person he was looking at was leaning lazily on the chair, with black hair sloping down from the back of the chair like a waterfall, and his eyes were filled with mist, as if he had not been able to wake up all year round.
"Skin as thick as gel, long legs and slender waist... rare in the world." After commenting on Fang Shan, the Lord of the Necromancer Palace glanced at Wei Su Shen again, the hazyness in his eyes disappeared, and his long white fingers tremblingly stretched into the air, and then He took out an embroidered handkerchief from his arms, covered his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Brother?"
When the disciple reported it earlier, he didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that the contrast between the two is really big.
Wei Sushen said expressionlessly: "Twins."
Fang Shan whispered: "Don't bully others for their lack of education."
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead slightly adjusted his posture and patted the armrest. The chair instantly cracked and was about to fall apart. However, due to the extremely high internal force, it temporarily maintained its inherent state: "You think I'm easy to deceive?" ?”
"It's the truth." Wei Sushen said calmly: "We have telepathy. Not only that, no matter who is injured, the other party will feel it more or less."
Fang Shan didn't feel anything strange when he heard his words, and said seriously, "Some in-depth exchanges are also included in this scope."
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead kept twitching his eyelids, suddenly stood up, and the chair he was holding on to with his inner strength was completely shattered into powder. There was a hint of despair in the eyes of the accompanying mountain patrol disciples... The Palace Master was stronger, which meant that he was one step closer to overthrowing the tyranny.
Fang Shan didn't know what the purpose of this was, but his tone was extremely sincere: "Ah, there are people in the sky and no one on earth, Lord Palace Master, why are your eyes as moving as autumn water?"
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead got goosebumps all over because of his praise, but he didn't know what he thought of in the next second. He suddenly looked at Wei Sushen: "Since they are twins, your language skills must not be inferior to his."
The master of the Palace of the Dead has such sharp eyes, it is absolutely certain that these two people are definitely not twins, and their personalities are very different.
At the moment when he made his judgment, Wei Sushen spoke, and his voice said "Ah" without any fluctuation: "Your mind is as broad as a mountain, your..."
After all, he is the man who published the "East Palace Survival Manual", and his attainments in this area even surpass Fang Shan. The stomach of the Palace Master of the Dead Souls has begun to boil. Wei Sushen is different from Fang Shan. His words are polite but his tone is cold. It sounded like a very rhythmic song, but it was suddenly slowed down by half a beat.
"Shut up!" There was a hint of murderous intent in his body. Since the other party was now carrying the identity of Fang Shan's brother, he refrained from taking action: "Arrange a place for them."
The belated mountain patrol disciple nodded, and as soon as he went out, he quickly took two steps forward to widen the distance between the two of them. The compliment he didn't know just now frightened him a little.
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