midnight.

The moonlight is like washing.

The evening breeze is slightly cool.

The entire Kyoto was covered with a layer of hazy silver hair.

The mulberry river is filled with silver marsh, washing away the wading base pillars of the Juicy House, making a sizzling sound.

In Huanhong's courtyard, the snoring sounded slightly and the breath was calm.

A cup of orange reflects the shallow figure in the gauze silk account.

Huanhong's hair is like a waterfall, she lies on her side and holds her head with her index finger gently slid across the side face of a sleeping person, her movements are gentle and delicate.

There was a strong interest in her eyes, as if she was enjoying a peerless masterpiece.

"You are a wonderful person who can torture people." Huanhong murmured, as if he was thinking of something, and sneered, "There are also witty words, but what is a roller coaster? Why do you like to call me a pulse Belt?"

"What an interesting person." Huan Hong pouted her lips and gently printed two shallow red crescent moons on Chen Feng's side face.

She took a deep breath, her expression suddenly became a little dim.

"It's a pity that Huan Hong couldn't help herself, otherwise she wouldn't be able to live." Huan Hong sighed, sat up straight, and stood cross-legged for a long time.

She put on her yarn and got out of bed, tiptoed, gently pulled open the storage cabinet, and pulled out a square folding makeup cabinet from it.

Eyebrow pencil, rouge cheeks, watercolor dyes, hair clips, manicure knife, dust brush, finishing touch... everything is available.

In addition, the most eye-catching is a sculpting human dough that is the size of a palm and has no specific human face.

Huanhong took out the dough villain, picked out various gadgets in the cabinet, lit colors and ink, looked at the focus, and his fingering was flying.

In a moment, the faceless villain had a face.

It was shocked that he looked like Chen Feng.

It is vivid and lifelike, and even the number of eyelashes is not bad at all. It is really like pouring out of the same mold.

The villain was clearly lying down, but at first glance, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

A ball of lifeless dough was painted by Huanhong's wonderful hands, full of vitality.

Only Master Lianrong can do this technique.

No wonder Huanhong has the ability to change her face. She can not only restore the dead to its original state, but also copy the appearance of outsiders.

However, as one of the six Yin art meridians, Master Lianrong is not just a medical beauty technique.

Huanhong's hand pinched the tips and gently tapped the eyelids on the dough.

Chen Feng, the dough with his little arms and legs, opened his eyes.

Right now.

A thunder moth flew into the lampshade.

The sound of frying, the oil lamp goes out.

The room suddenly darkened.

The silver moonlight shines on the dough Chen Feng's face from the edge of the window, adding a touch of creeping silver frost.

"Where did the stinky moth come from?" Huanhong muttered, got up and groped to the lampshade, unscrewed the fire stick, covered her mouth and exclaimed softly.

Behind Huanhong, in the light and dark Naruto, the dough Chen Feng strangely rose up all over his body with bulging and swelling bean dough.

Several black iron wire millet insects flowed into the dough Chen Feng's body like the night.

Sitting on the couch, Chen Feng, who was sleeping soundly, subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, as if he had a wonderful spring dream.

The orange yellow turns warmer, and the house reappears.

Huanhong returned to her original place, holding the small dough Chen Feng in her hand, bent down and placed it on the ground, and whispered, "I have already completed the cause and effect of soul-lossing, go find the servant and display the Yin-Yang Tao."

The dough Chen Feng moved his arms and legs, and moved his short legs and slammed his stool legs and fell on his back.

Seeing the dough Chen Feng got up clumsyly like a turtle, Huan Hong covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but her heart became dark again.

She looked at Chen Feng on the bed, with a sad look and sighed slightly.

Chen Feng climbed up and trotted. When he reached the threshold, he jumped his feet and grabbed the bar with both hands, and pulled his body upwards. During the process, he kicked his short legs, which was almost like a fat and short Corgi climbing stairs.

Bang.

He flipped the onion backwards from the threshold with his feet.

Chen Feng got up again, took the running position, turned his head strangely ninety degrees, and changed his face.

He winked and threw a kiss to the stunned Huanhong, then disappeared into the night.

Huanhong covered her cherry mouth with incredible in her eyes, "When did my method of restraining face achieve such a success?"

But seeing this dough, Xiao Chen Feng left the Zuixinfang, he was flexible, stepped on leaves and branches, jumped into the air and leaped over the wall, reflecting the refined moonlight, like a palm-sized elf under the moon.

He walks around the streets and alleys, and specializes in choosing corners.

The night in Kyoto is quiet and peaceful.

In addition to the sound of beating people, there is only a big yellow dog that is crazy for some reason.

The big yellow dog barked, looking for a small black shadow, chasing her reluctantly.

Chen Feng, who was almost ruined by the dog's mouth, walked quickly and almost swung the Hot Wheel.

Dahuang chased after him relentlessly, lowered her head and rushed into a deep house in Tongluo Alley with the dough Chen Feng.

I heard Wangwu and Wangwu weeping.

The dog barking was gone.

A wick lit up in the house, and then there was a fierce low-collar quarrel, mixed with inappropriate animal cry.

"The dog meat is stewed, and it is stuffy and torn by hand."

"Barbage dog meat, sprinkle seasonings and chew them raw."

"Dog treasure is mine, don't rob anyone."

"Yingjing, Brother Dog Head, how do you arrange it? Who will send this dough villain to the servant."

...

The next morning.

The rooster crows and dawns.

The bed in Huanhong Courtyard was shaking violently again.

Xiao Shu was holding her dark circles and was furious. She called her wash water, slapped the handkerchief in the basin with grievance, and muttered, "What a broken bed? It's like this in the morning. It's chopped as firewood sooner or later."

The two people next door who finished morning exercises and morning classes still couldn't afford to get up.

Huanhong curled softly in Chen Feng's arms, without moving at all, and formed a pose with the character "Tai".

It’s not necessary to run a marathon jungle. It takes too much energy and occasionally you will die.

"Master, are you still here?"

Huanhong's fingers circled the red beans, and his breath was like orchids, and his voice was hoarse.

"Next... next time... one... sure."

Chen Feng pushed the beauty in his arms open, turned over and got out of bed, and hurriedly put on his clothes, and rushed out of the door with a bang.

"Are you here? Isn't every bottle of Tronsu from the grassland?"

Huanhong lying lazily on her side, with perfect curves like undulating mountains.

She supported her head and looked at Chen Feng's back who was fleeing in a panic. The corners of her smiling lips slowly closed into a look of loss, "I'm sorry, there's no next time. If there is a next life, I'll take the grass to atone for my sins."

Chen Feng, whose legs were weak, left Huanhongyuan and met Chen Mingting and Ou Julian who had been waiting for a long time.

One of them pressed his waist and rubbed it secretly.

One of them held his knees with both hands and shook his legs quietly.

Seeing Chen Feng's fake model, he suddenly walked up straight.

The two stood up straight at the same time.

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Chen Mingting patted his chest, and the sound of a bulging sound, indicating that he was very good, and said, "You can't do it. I have good things, so I'll give you some evenness at that time."

Ou Julian clapped his hands with a folding fan, and he clapped his hands with rhythm. He squinted his eyes and looked relieved. "I thought I would walk across the mountains and rivers, and I carried my gun and swung the strong grass. That was a hard battle with three hundred, killing the bandits without any armor."

Chen Feng sighed, raised his chin, raised his head slightly, his expression was lonely, and he chanted slowly, "The tree-lined path I longed for is covered with white frost in the morning and night. The sunset rises up and the sunset rises again."

Chen Mingting: "..."
Chapter completed!