The fat man looked at the fancy green clothes and then at Old Man Jian and Nalan Zhenyue. He saw that Old Man Jian was almost squinting his eyes when he smiled.

"How do you wear this dress?"

As soon as I touched my hands, I was covered with wounds. If I were to wear this on my body, wouldn’t it be bleeding while walking?

"This is hard to get one, fat man, you are lucky!" Xiaoxi said sourly.

Nalan Zhenyue said: "As Huohuo said, you will double the tasks you practice before the game begins."

“…”

Xiao Zhenyue, you said it easy. Isn’t this killing him?

The fat man was cowardly immediately.

Old Man Jian said anxiously: "Advisor, come and try it?"

Nalan Zhenyue has a slight jaw head.

And Old Man Jian said again: "You all go out!"

"Why do you have to go out?" asked the monk.

"Do you want to see if you change your clothes?"

"Aren't they all men?"

Nalan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows, "Go out for me!"

Those who didn't go out were kicked out, and even Old Man Jian came out.

The old man drunk rubbed his hands and smiled a little slutty, "Is that thing too small, so I'm sorry?"

Huohuo was ashamed, the fat man was speechless.

Xiaoxi and Shin-chan were laughing secretly, "Yes, yes, so Xiao Zhenyue likes men."

Duoge's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"You two really deserve a beating!!!"

After a while, the door was suddenly opened again, and Nalan Zhenyue, dressed in red, appeared in everyone's sight.

"So fast?"

"Ami--" the monk was stunned.

I have to say that red is actually particularly suitable for Nalan Zhenyue. The bright colors are worn on her body as if they were created for her. I have never seen anyone wear red like that...

The red dress is graceful, coupled with that delicate face and a sharp and wanton temperament, there is a kind of beauty that is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

"Amitabha, if Zhenyue is a woman, monk, I am willing to return to secular life and fly and dance with you in that world..."

The monk suddenly said this.

Nalan Zhenyue rolled her eyes.

"You think beautifully. If Mozi insists on hearing what he says, he will slap you on the wall and can't even slap you down!" The fat man paused and said, "Why are yours red, mine green?"

Old Man Jian smiled, "I was going to sew a hat for you."

"Actually referred to as cuckold!" Xiaoxi laughed out loud.

The fat man became even more resentful.

Huohuo sighed a little, "I missed it again, when will Qianyu come back?"

"What's the hurry? Xiao Zhenyue has refined the Baixuan agent, and there will be no problem for the time being."

This man started to say everything from one word to another.

Huohuo was anxious about Qianyu's affairs. Old Man Jian kept muttering that the clothes he made looked good. Mu Long echoed Old Man Jian, while Xiaoxi was a little sour and wanted such clothes. The fat man kept sighing. The drunk old man was yelling to drink. The monk continued to Amitabha Buddha, and Nalan Zhenyue's head was big.

"Okay, OK, what do you do? Fatty, you should go to practice. You must be able to wear that dress before the competition begins!"

"As for the rest of you, do whatever you want, I'm going to practice!"

"Have you practiced?" Old Man Jian asked.

Nalan Zhenyue's eyes were stunned, "I don't think about how much time there is left!"
Chapter completed!