Wang Ping looked suspicious of life. He silently raised the collar of the hooded cloak and lowered the brim of the hat, covering half of his face and only exposing his eyes and nose.
Just like Jiang Qingyue is too embarrassed, Wang Ping, as his subordinate, feels ashamed to see others.
After Yinglong transformed into a human form and landed on the ground, he looked at Jiang Qingyue with a playful look, full of bad taste and a sense of revenge.
Xiayue almost dragged the coquettish Jiang Qingyue in front of everyone, and smiled proudly, "Dangdangdang--is he a perfect cross-dresser?!"
I saw Jiang Qingyue wearing a Japanese maid skirt, revealing a large area of smooth and white body, and her chest was bulging with something unknown, revealing a pink and white tube top with lace.
This skirt is simply too short, with the hem only reaching a quarter of the way. Below it is a section of snow-white thighs that are slender than a woman's, forming an "absolute realm" between the white knee-high socks.
Jiang Qingyue is wearing a pair of pink wedge shoes with a bow on them.
No matter how you look at him, he looks like a beautiful underage girl playing role-playing. In addition, he is biting his moist lips, his face is flushed, and he looks away as if he is embarrassed to meet people. Even on the street, he will inevitably attract the coveted eyes of some Lolita fans.
The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence, with only the "rustling" sound of the autumn wind blowing through the leaves.
"It's so cute." Qiushui murmured, eyes wide open.
The three maids didn't even bother to practice. They rushed up to Jiang Qingyue. They pinched her face, rubbed her hair, and hugged her. Wang Ping's forehead was covered with black lines, and she almost wanted to cry without tears.
"Sixth Young Master, can you have some dignity as a strong man?!" he said in grief.
Jiang Qingyue was at a loss, with a delicate little face as red as the sunset.
Lin Fei looked at him as if he were a fool. Come to think of it, this guy doesn't even understand what the dignity of the strong is.
Xiayue said "Gentle and Seductive": "Brother, can you ask my sister to take some photos for you? It doesn't matter if you don't know what taking a picture is, just do what I tell you to do."
Jiang Qingyue had a very bad feeling in his heart, and immediately shook his head like a rattle.
Xiayue shook his arm and said coquettishly, "Just cooperate, okay? Look, my sister treated you to so many delicious foods, bought you so many beautiful clothes, and took you to play for so long. All the money has been spent..."
Jiang Qingyue is obviously a typical person who takes advantage of others over others. He immediately felt embarrassed and asked cautiously, "Is it difficult to make money now?"
Xiayue nodded hurriedly. "Sister, I can't even eat because of you!"
Lin Fei really wants to complain, Xiayue comes from an ancient martial arts family. Not to mention the salary Qing family pays every month, even the pocket money is only 30,000 to 50,000 yuan a month. How can she say it is so miserable?
Jiang Qingyue finally reluctantly agreed.
Then Xiayue showed a devilish smile and suddenly became excited.
"Yes, yes, brother, just sit down like this and straighten your legs!"
"Look at the lens... uh, what is a lens? Just look at what I have in my hand."
"Yeah, pull up the skirt a little, wow, that's great!"
"Come on, do a scissor-hands show like me, and smile happily."
Jiang Qingyue became more and more panicked, and finally protested in a low voice, shyly holding down her skirt. "Um... sister, can you stop looking from below."
Ji Yaoguang's mouth twitched slightly when he saw it, and he felt that Xiayue, who was lying on the ground taking pictures, looked like a female BT...
"Ah? Okay, okay." Xiayue chuckled and then stood up.
Jiang Qingyue's scalp felt numb for a while, and he reminded, "Sister, you just took pictures, why are you drooling?"
Xiayue wiped the corner of his mouth and pretended to be confused. "Is there any?"
Lin Fei couldn't stand it anymore and had to interrupt, "That's enough."
Xiayue finally calmed down and no longer dared to act recklessly.
"You just let her do what you want?" Lin Fei looked at Jiang Qingyue, and suddenly felt the urge to kick him away.
Jiang Qingyue lowered his head and said cautiously, "I spent a lot of money on Sister Xiayue. And... the dresses she bought are so beautiful."
Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked like he was about to collapse.
Seeing Lin Fei fall into silence, Jiang Qingyue timidly asked, "Don't you think these skirts are beautiful?"
Facing everyone's dullness, he silently added, "Although I am a little embarrassed..."
Lin Fei nodded slightly and said with emotion, "It's not easy. It turns out you know how embarrassing it is."
He thought of Zhong Tianya and Liu Yang, and fell into deep thinking for a while. Why are there always such weird things among his disciples?
"Heavenly Venerable, do you want me to kill him?" Nüba looked at Jiang Qingyue solemnly, deciding that he had brought Lin Fei a headache.
"Please stop causing trouble." Lin Fei waved his hand, looked at Jiang Qingyue and said, "Step back, I don't want to see you."
Seeing that Jiang Qingyue still wanted to fight for it, Lin Fei's voice became darker. "Stand back."
Jiang Qingyue immediately closed his mouth and left with a pitiful look, like a criminal child who was kicked out of the house.
Wang Ping was relieved. He couldn't help being so embarrassed outside. He just wanted to quickly find a "hotel" that Xiayue mentioned and stay there.
Well, we have to give Sixth Young Master a good ideological education class, otherwise this problem will become more serious!
Xiayue watched Jiang Qingyue leave and reminded loudly, "Hey, don't forget the mobile phone I gave you, call me anytime!"
Ji Yaoguang shook his head and sighed sincerely, "If all Heavenly Demon Palace people are like him, I think this Daoist tradition is over."
Wu Moling nodded with deep understanding.
Backup base for Rice Nation, Shadow Death Gods.
The strange thing is that there are several Japan people here.
A samurai with two swords at his waist, a ninja wearing a black mask, and a Yin Yang master wearing a white robe, a high hat, and holding a paper fan.
Davian brought a translator and received them personally.
"Sir Davian, I heard that you Shadow Death Gods have mastered the power of contact with Hell?" Yin Yang teacher Abe Shinmura wore a layer of white foundation on his face and looked frighteningly pale.
After listening to the translator repeat it in English, Davian replied, "Yes. Hell will come soon. This is the answer given by Demon over there!"
The translator immediately repeated it in Japanese.
The faces of several Japan people suddenly changed, and they secretly thought in their hearts that they had done the right thing by surrendering in advance!
"Yin Yang division Abe lineage!"
"Asaka-no-miya Sword Saint lineage!"
"Shimada Ninja lineage!"
They performed Japan's "earth seat" ceremony, kowtowed deeply, and said in unison, "I would like to surrender to Your Excellency and serve Shadow Death Gods!"