Even though Liu Zhenming was originally focused on nothing, now he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw these jade feet that could conquer the frost and snow.
He never thought that a girl's feet could be so beautiful.
They are pointed and thin, extremely delicate, curved like a crescent moon, and the arches of their feet are so beautiful that they are alluring.
The instep is whiter than snow, and the faint green veins under the skin are faintly revealed. When you hold it in your hand, you can feel that everything you touch is smooth, plump, and as soft as fat.
Han Qiaoer didn't dare to open her eyes at this time, and held the corners of her clothes tightly with her two small hands.
The touch from her little feet made her heart palpitate, but she felt that the areas covered by Liu Zhenming's hands were numb, like thousands of ants gnawing gently.
Han Qiaoer couldn't help but hum softly, and the five crystal jade toes on the bamboo shoot tips trembled delicately as her body moved slightly.
"Brother Liu,"
Han Qiao'er gave a sweet cry to cover up her low hum just now. The little girl found that her heart was about to jump out of her chest and abdomen. This feeling made her panic.
Han Qiaoer's shouts brought Liu Zhenming back to his senses, and he coughed slightly. Liu Zhenming covered up his gaffe, then covered her soles with a little force, and said in a serious manner: "Qiaoer, Brother Liu, help you.
Get your feet done, you have to endure some pain."
"Um!"
Seeing that she was ready, Liu Zhenming couldn't help but feel cruel, and then he pushed hard, but heard a crisp sound.
Then he looked up and saw that Han Qiaoer's skin was tense all over, and his teeth had bitten a deep mark on his red lips, but he never screamed.
"Are you feeling better? I'll go to Dr. Xu later to get some painkiller for bruises and put it on, and there should be no problem." Liu Zhenming moved his hand away from Han Qiaoer's feet with some reluctance.
"Well, it's much better, thank you, Brother Liu." If Han Qiaoer knew that Liu Zhenming was savoring the soft and slippery feeling on her feet at this time, I wonder if Han Qiaoer would still say thank you.
"By the way, Brother Liu, what are you doing here?" Han Qiaoer also pretended to be nonchalant and asked softly while putting on her shoes.
Liu Zhenming slapped his head and said quickly: "I almost forgot about this. Qiao'er, go and guard outside and don't let anyone come in."
Liu Zhenming's old face turned red, feeling a little embarrassed. He was so fascinated by a fifteen-year-old girl that he almost forgot about serious things.
But if you take a closer look, Qiao'er is really a beauty, but you couldn't tell if she dressed up as a boy before.
After putting on her shoes, Han Qiaoer responded softly, and then hurried out quickly until she reached the door. Han Qiaoer pinched herself hard and cursed secretly: "Han Qiaoer, who made you think so wildly."
Han Qiaoer was guarding the door. After Liu Zhenming closed the door, he quickly took out some pot ash from the stove, then took off his clothes and smeared it all over his body.
After a while, except for the back and face, which were still unsmeared, the rest of the place was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Liu Zhenming put on his clothes unhurriedly, called Han Qiaoer, and then sat still with an indifferent expression.
After Han Qiaoer entered the door, she was really shocked when she saw Liu Zhenming like this, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Brother Liu, what are you doing? Is there anything you can't think about?" After a while, Han Qiaoer said this.
"What are you thinking about in your little head? Come on, paint my face black, just like the black people. Also, use iron tongs to curl my hair, just like the black people." Liu Zhenming said in a nonchalant manner.
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"Brother Liu wants to pretend to be a black man and go out to find out the news?" Han Qiaoer's eyes lit up and she asked speculatively.
"Qiao'er is a delicate person who can reveal his thoughts in just one point." After Liu Zhenming praised her, he signaled that she could start...
Han Qiaoer did not dare to be careless, but solemnly and carefully wiped the ashes from the pot onto Liu Zhenming's face. When her small hand passed Liu Zhenming's cheek, she could still feel her heart beating.
After finishing her face, Han Qiaoer began to perm Liu Zhenming's hair. The smell of burnt hair soon filled the entire kitchen.
"It's done!" Han Qiaoer looked at his masterpiece and clapped his hands happily.
"Let's go and have a look outside. If you're not recognized, Qiao'er, you're technically qualified." Liu Zhenming couldn't wait to take the lead and walked out.
Immediately, there was a panic.
"Hey, come on, someone, a black man ran out and wants to come to the kitchen to steal food!"
"Catch him quickly, don't let him escape!"
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After a period of uproar, everyone looked at Liu Zhenming, who was sitting with an innocent face, winking, suppressing their laughter and speechless.
Liu Zhenming's appearance is really amazing. If I use two words to describe it, he is sharp. If I use three words to describe it, he is sharp brother!
"Well, everyone is very brave, but next time you take action, you have to evaluate your own strength." Liu Zhenming glanced at the grunting man lying on the ground and said calmly.
Facts have proved that his avant-garde dress was very successful, and almost everyone regarded him as a black man.
I am destroying my image and only seeking success. Liu Zhenming saw the red faces of everyone and screamed silently in his heart.
"Battal Commander, that!" Ye Geyin couldn't bear it anymore, and finally burst out, holding his stomach, laughing wildly and shouting: "Batalion Commander, you are so talented, I can't help but accept it."
Hahaha…
Everyone was laughing wildly for a while, and the sound was so loud that the roof almost lifted off.
"Batalion Commander, what you think is hard for us to pursue even if we try to flatter you." He Xiaoqing said.
Jin Xiaowu praised with admiration: "The battalion commander's disguise technique is really amazing. What's even more impressive is that it doesn't even cost a penny."
Liu Zhenming got angry and yelled: "You guys, you all see this joke, be careful if I ask you to have the same hair as me."
Many people in the Self-Relief Army had cut off their braids under Liu Zhenming's subtle influence, but Liu Zhenming felt that they would not be able to accept it if they were asked to have such curly hair.
Who knew!
"Battal Commander, I'll go with you. Well, I can also be a black man and have hair like yours." Madman Zhang rubbed his hands and said with excitement.
"I can be black too!"
"I can be black too!"
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Only then did everyone else realize that they were going to Kamloops for a big event. Who wouldn’t want to go?
Liu Zhenming had to sigh in his heart: Human beings are the most adaptable creatures. In order to survive, even the most stubborn thoughts can be changed.
However, Liu Zhenming had already made up his mind. Looking at the expectant faces, he shook his head.
This time, he was going to take the artillery company, no, just the mortars, and he didn't know how to take anyone with him.
He himself is a mobile arsenal. Taking people there will only become a burden. It is better to play alone and have countless guns. If there is a chance, he will use black guns. If there is no chance, he will fire a few shots. When the opportunity is not good, he will run away.
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"Tomorrow you will continue training with your brothers, and the trenches will continue to be dug. The small gold mine will turn into a hedgehog, which will make the enemy unable to eat and let go, and will eventually die of pain!" Liu Zhenming gave a few instructions.