It’s the eve of the ceremony, and in three hours, it’s the peak of Yin qi in heaven and earth. At this time, all the patriarchs and eldest brothers need to be led by the master to wear the most formal sacrifices and come to the island in the middle of the lake in batches to wait for the ceremony.
Only at this time can we see the true strength of the clans and factions.
For example, among the ten brothers of Lady Yan, there are Yan Hu, Yan Ru and Yan Caier, a total of four most popular brothers, accounting for 27 most popular brothers and 12 elders, which is quite good.
However, Bishuijun probably has six younger brothers who are better than Mrs. Yan. In addition, if we calculate the position of the Presbyterian, the situation is much more complicated.
Throw all those chicken and dog scraps aside. Li Xun wears a standard robe and waits until he finishes dressing up.
At this time, he can wait in the courtyard for the group of women in the house to get dressed and dressed.
"Teacher younger brother, please come in. The master called you."
Yan, like moving out of the house, has long hair hanging freely to line the robe with green stripes on a black background. As a whole, it feels strange to smile like a flower.
Li Jue heard a smile and stepped forward.
When entering the door, Yan Ru naturally arranged a robe sleeve and smiled gently. "Don’t laugh when you go in without dressing, school sisters … this is a different time, but you can’t slack off when you go in."
Li Xun is keenly aware that Yan Ru’s fingers are shaking.
It’s obviously white that she can’t control her mind. The ghost’s return to her birthday is so important and dangerous!
Yes, for Mrs. Yan, if she wins today, she will be in charge of Zongmen in the southwest; If you lose, you will be afraid of the future like a dog. Although the world is big, you can live in it-it is a major turning point in life.
The same is true for Bishuijun.
Such a thought reveals a deep atmosphere of fierce fighting and danger in the dim night.
All the way to the door of Mrs. Yan’s room, Yan Rushou, Li Xun stepped in and turned to the inside to see Yan Caier hurry out
Seeing him come in, the arrogant woman gave him a malicious stare and went out with her face held high.
It seems that the two have not changed because of some things. It’s just that Yan Caier can be so pure-hearted.
"Natural Godsworn …" Li Jue sighed in his heart and found himself in an old-fashioned state of mind.
He shook his head and waved away the messy thoughts. He lifted the curtain and entered the room. He was about to speak, and the scene made him stay for a while.
Mrs. Yan was sitting on the embroidered pier, dressing up, and her long black hair was hanging freely. Then Yan Hu rolled up a jade comb around her and gently combed the generous robe, as if she were temporarily wearing a long neck and slipping out her white shoulders.
Through the glass mirror in front, Li Xun can see that her chest is slightly exposed and the deep gully in the center leads his eyes to move involuntarily.
His eyebrows jumped and his eyes quickly returned to a sharp and clear state. He still looked at Mrs. Yan through the mirror and then leaned slightly. "Madam is bold."
"hinder"
Mrs Yan smiled in the mirror and didn’t mind.
Yan Caier shouted at the back, "Good dogs are out of the way!"
Li Jue looked back and saw this Ni coming in quickly with a bowl of blue-and-white thick paste in her hand. The bowl was steaming as if it had just been cooked.
Li Xun’s nose twitched strangely. "This is’ Liyou’. What’s in it?"
"Guess for yourself!"
Yan Caier gave him a white look, but quickly and dignified, carefully holding the thick slurry to the dressing table in front of Mrs. Yan.
Li Xun’s eyes naturally cast in the past, but he couldn’t see the middle hole
Mrs. Yan quietly looked at this bowl of thick slurry for a moment, stretched out her right hand, thumb, forefinger and fingertip, and broke a small mouth, so that seven consecutive drops of blood were rapidly smudged into bluish white and melted together to become pink.
It’s not over yet. After the color is evenly distributed, Mrs. Yan’s mouth is low and low, and her fingers are still stained with blood. When the imaginary painting is bright and blue, it pops up from her fingertips and throws it into the pink slurry one after another.
The color of the hot paste is visible to the naked eye, and the speed is dark. After a few minutes, the whole bowl of hot paste is boiling.
Finger-sized pulp bubbles swell and burst, and finally the whole bowl of pulp turns dark green.
"Mind symbol watermark?"
Li Xun finally didn’t waste decades. He recognized the name of the slurry, but his brow twisted with it.