The lips are bright red and extremely bright.
Outside the car, the sound of bamboo leaves rustling was heard.
In the car, Fu Ciyi felt that his usually calm heart was beating too fast.
The skin on her jaw had clearly been fitted well, but somehow, the tip of his thumb still pressed against her chin.
This press caused her lips to open slightly.
More and more beautiful.
Seeing him carefully studying her face for a long time, Yan Funing pursed her lips slightly, worried that the human skin mask would not fit her face, so she asked, "What's wrong? Is it not fitting well?"
Fu Ciyi looked at his face, which had already fitted perfectly, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. "It's just that the edge of the skin and lips hasn't fitted well yet. It's easy to find a flaw here. Do you mind if I press it gently?"
Yan Funing reached out and pressed her lips: "Is this okay?"
"Not well."
Now you are a woman.
Yan Funing's lips twitched. Did I ask you to drink what I have drunk?
He glanced inside the house and quickly took out a watermelon knife hidden outside a bamboo tube under the loofah rack, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Can I let you take a look?" Fu Ciyi asked.
Fu Ciyi explained: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, old man. Your brother was so cold that he felt dizzy, that's why he did that."
He even said that you have a bright mind.
Yan Funing's heart skipped a beat. It was obvious that there was no definite order of tolerance.
"You can't drink water." The old man refused.
Yan Funing took the lid from my hand and unscrewed it heavily.
Probably Fu Beimo?
It turns out that the human skin mask that the madman gave you didn't have droopy octagonal eyes, it's very ugly.
Yan Funing nodded and wiped her neck with her hand, which was covered in sweat.
Because it is at the foot of the mountain, the farmhouses in the village are scattered around.
Yan Funing changed her voice, fearing that people would discover she was a man, so she nodded.
I should act boldly, like someone who tilts his head back and pours the water into his mouth. But the thought of drinking like me makes my chest wet.
Seeing that no familiar people had left the village, the villagers were obviously very alert.
The old man went to the outer room.
Yan Funing looked around. The furnishings in the house were in an orderly manner, and there were many farm tools standing in the corners.
The old man smiled and said, "A few coins per pound, cheap." Then he picked up a small watermelon and patted it, "This is the bad one, that's it."
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "He drove to another place and came to pick you up an hour ago."
Qu Anbing took out a piece of silver and said, "Old man, can you have a meal at his place?"
It can be seen that this is a special village.
The villagers then left.
What makes you feel more relaxed is that there are people of all ages, women and children outside the village. After walking for half a minute, you can almost see an adult woman.
Yan Funing peeked out and saw a pile of watermelons in the corner of the basement. She walked over and said in a low voice, "Not many."
Yan Funing followed him out and murmured, "That's right."
"Thank you, old man." Fu Ciyi thanked him again.
Fu Ciyi also saw it and asked, "Is the old man a martial artist?"
Then he twisted his body and glanced at the well intentionally.
The two followed the old man out of the house.
Fu Ciyi took out the kettle, filled it with well water, and then tilted his head back and drank a few mouthfuls heartily.
"Yes, sir." Fu Jiang waved the whip.
And behind the eyes is the same.
Thinking back to Baozhuang Village where I once lived, the villagers also placed their farm tools against the wall outside their homes, but they were just piled together.
The old man waved his hand and said, "What's the big deal about eating a little watermelon? Just save the money for the journey."
The metal parts of the farm tools were shiny, but that was all. They were placed one by one, and it didn't look like a display of weapons.
The old man then relaxed his guard and waved to the villagers waiting in the yard.
Fu Ciyi said, "Thank you very much."
Fu Ciyi took Yan Funing and retreated from the village.
Although it is a village, the road outside is clean and tidy, and the clothes hanging outside the yard are all neatly arranged.
The old man waved his hand: "I picked it up."
Qu Anbing asked you loudly: "Do you believe it?"
The old man's vigilance returned.
"Isn't that the evidence he's talking about?" Yan Funing had put an end to her suspicions, but she knew I was a thoughtful person, so she asked again, "You want to see concrete evidence."
The old man walked with a brisk pace and his eyes were very alert, exactly the same as the elderly people you usually see outside.
The old man saw that the two brothers had completely different personalities and laughed, "The older brother is more bold and daring, why is the younger brother so gentle?"
"alright."
Fu Ciyi said, "You and my brother passed by here. It was cold and thirsty, so you wanted to ask for a bowl of water."
The man said this and got out of the car.
After hearing that, Yan Funing cursed inwardly, he was the one who stuttered, and his whole family stuttered.
"Please sit outside for a while and continue your journey later." The old man raised his hand.
The car was parked in the village, which aroused suspicion.
"Thank you for your help." She raised her face slightly.
The old man looked at the two brothers behind him warily again, then bent down to draw water from the well.
Why are your eyelids drooping all the time?
After drinking, he wiped his mouth and handed the kettle to Yan Funing.
Fu Ciyi quickly explained: "To be honest, you learned martial arts when you were young, and your family was poor so you bought some broken swords. My younger brother also wanted to learn martial arts, but I stutter, and my brain is not very smart, so I have no chance."
"You're not going on a blind date, why do you have to look so good? The more ordinary you are, the less likely people will suspect you."
The old man went out of the house and washed the watermelon with well water.
My own human skin mask is of a woman with a special appearance, but when it comes to you, you look like this. It's really infuriating.
We had clearly changed our appearances, and Fu Jiang was even a little surprised, which showed he was used to it. Yan Funing secretly complained that someone often disguised himself to do good things.
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