Yan Ting hummed softly and said affectionately: "Brother Mu Yun, if there are no outsiders in the future, how about I call you this, or just call you Brother Qi?"
Mu Yun felt flustered and short of breath. He couldn't help cursing himself for the pustules. He managed to calm down and said, "Let's forget about 'brother Qi'. I don't really take my surname as Qi."
Yan Ting chuckled and said: "No matter what, I don't want either 'Qi Xuegu' or 'Mu Yun'. I only want the one who was willing to fight for me last night and also promised me to promise him the title of Wen Shou."
Qi Muyun's brother~"
Mu Yun looked at Yan Ting's clear and affectionate eyes, which almost melted away for a moment. He couldn't help but said with a fever on his face: "That's up to you, but it still sounds a little awkward to me."
Yan Ting thought about it, so she could only sigh and said, "Then I still call you Brother Mu Yun. Isn't that awkward?"
Mu Yun nodded, put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating, shall we start?"
With a smile on her face, Yan Ting pulled out an octagonal copper box from the bottom of the wooden box, and took out a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings. She said with a mysterious face: "Brother Mu Yun, do you know what this is?"
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Mu Yun was startled when he heard this, and he hesitated while staring: "Isn't your human skin mask really made of human skin?"
Yan Ting laughed and said: "How can it be so scary? This human skin mask is made according to the recipe, using only some grass, wood and rice paste."
Mu Yun relaxed and said: "Of course I know this, Immortal... my former master also taught me how to make it, but it's a pity that I am not the material, and the mask I made was terrible, so I gave up later."
Yan Ting smiled and said: "Of course, making a mask also depends on your talent. Anyone can do it?"
"But when it comes to skinning people alive, I heard that the Wanyingxin Cult in the past really had this kind of method, and the human skin masks they made can be said to be impeccable. Oh, let's not talk about these scary things, Xiaomu, are you going to pretend to be
What does it look like?"
Mu Yun said nonchalantly: "It's up to you, or else I'll pretend to be your future husband and let me experience the feeling of a jade tree facing the wind."
Yan Ting was so angry that she couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "Don't be ashamed, I will be smashed to death by rotten fruit when the time comes. And where did I get my future husband?"
Mu Yun said in surprise: "Didn't you personally say in Pingliang City that Penglai Kosanlang, the head of the 'Five Young Masters', is your future husband? Did you forget it so quickly?"
Yan Ting thought that was indeed what she said, and she snorted helplessly: "Damn Xiaomu, I didn't mean to say that at that time. Who asked you to hug and cuddle with the mermaid in public, dear to me, this heroine will not lose.
Here it is for you."
Mu Yun had actually expected it, and he was relieved even though it was funny. As he spoke, Yan Ting put a mask on his face, unfolded it and looked at it for a moment, but she didn't seem to be satisfied, so she changed it several times before confirming it.
Mu Yun couldn't see his appearance, and when he was about to ask, Yan Ting had already said, "Don't talk, you will know later."
After saying that, she took out three ink pens of different lengths from the octagonal copper box, plus five small brushes of different colors, and then began to work on the mask.
Mu Yun didn't dare to move, but he felt quite emotional in his heart. He didn't expect that his tall and dignified man, seven feet tall, would be flirted with by a woman.
It only took a while for the meal to be completed, and Yan Ting had finished cooking. She put away the utensils and said proudly: "Okay, you can see for yourself."
Mu Yun took a small round mirror from Yan Ting. Before he could take a closer look, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's weird, how come your mirror can illuminate so clearly? And it doesn't seem to be a bronze mirror, right?"
Yan Ting pursed her lips and smiled softly: "You must be ignorant. This is called a 'glass' mirror. It was passed down from a Western yellow-haired ghost over the years. If you want, I can give you one."
Although Mu Yun was amazed, he still shook his head and said: "Forget it, I don't love beauty like you girls, so I don't need to look at myself in the mirror all day long. But Ting'er, you really have some skills, even I recognize it now
I can’t help myself anymore.”
What was reflected in the mirror was a young nobleman in his prime years. His sallow face showed a hint of morbidity, but he had a handsome and extraordinary temperament.
In particular, the masks made by Yan Ting are so exquisite that even subtle changes in facial expressions can be reflected without any flaws.
Yan Ting also observed it carefully for a moment, and when she was satisfied, she said: "It should be fine, but remember not to expose your neck too much, otherwise others will notice that your skin color is wrong and your secret will be revealed."
Mu Yun nodded in agreement, and Yan Ting took the package again and took out a pure white fox fur coat.
Mu Yun was startled and couldn't hide his surprise and said: "Isn't this the one you were wearing before? I thought I had lost it."
Yan Ting shook her head and smiled and said: "Damn Xiaomu, you really don't know the goods. That piece I bought was destroyed in the wildfire. I bought this piece today. Can you try it on and see if it fits?"
Mu Yun suddenly realized it, but he hesitated and said, "These clothes are too expensive, I'm afraid I can't wear them."
Yan Ting said disapprovingly: "Why are you making such a fuss? The original one I had was barely considered precious, but this one is just a commodity."
Seeing Mu Yun's confused look, Yan Ting took the trouble to explain: "It takes a thousand years for a fox's fur to turn white. The one I originally wore was the whole skin of a thousand-year silver fox. As for this one, it's just the white spots on the armpits of ordinary foxes."
It is made by patching the fur, so-called 'gathering the armpits to form a fur', this is what it is called."
Mu Yun smiled bitterly and said: "I know this, but even the 'gathering of armpits into fur' is too expensive, not to mention killing living beings like this. I really can't wear it."
Yan Ting was stunned when she heard this, and after a moment of silence she said softly: "Okay, it's up to you if you don't want to wear it, but it's really cold today. You put it on for a while, and we'll change it when we go out."
Mu Yun couldn't put it off anymore, so he had to take it and try it on. Unexpectedly, the coat fit him perfectly, so he immediately praised it: "Ting'er, although you are new at work, you are not ambiguous in choosing clothes."
Yan Ting's face turned red and she said coyly: "What's more, I've kept your rags for a long time and washed them all carefully. Of course they are all clear."
When Mu Yun heard this, he felt embarrassed and sweet at the same time. Yan Ting also lowered her head in embarrassment. After a pause, she said softly: "Brother Mu Yun, after your grievances are cleared, you should pay more attention to your clothes in the future. Don't
You are always so careless, and others look down upon you."
Mu Yun knew that Yan Ting had good intentions, and although he didn't think so, he still nodded.
Upon seeing this, Yan Ting said happily: "That's good. As for the expenses, you don't have to worry about them. What's mine is also yours. We don't need to distinguish between each other."
Mu Yun scratched his head and said sarcastically: "I was just joking before, but I didn't really get to the point where I had no money to buy clothes."
Yan Ting observed the words and couldn't help but smile: "Don't be like this, brother Mu Yun, at worst I will give up the position of alliance leader to you."