Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Mu Rufeng stared blankly at the woman in the mirror.
The original rough and dark face was bright and white at this time, the skin was delicate and smooth, the autumn pupil was like water, and the whole portrait was suddenly lit up and became dazzling.
Qiongbixiuqiao, red lips like cherry blossoms, exquisite facial features combined together, all of a sudden gorgeous, indifferent temperament, like the snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, blooming beautiful beauty.
Who can believe that the ugly face waste in everyone's eyes is so beautiful, not to mention the first beauty of the Cangyu dynasty, even if you look at the entire Yunge continent, it will definitely be ranked.
It's a pity that this face is still immature and looks green. There is no doubt that this face will be more amazing when the body is really opened.
Even with psychological preparation, Mu Rufeng was shocked by this face.
"Sister is so beautiful." A clear voice rang from above.
Mu Rufeng was shocked and looked up, but saw the young man in a red robe. At this time, he was sitting on the beam of the room, his legs were shaking unconsciously, and the crystal purple eyes looked at him in an instant, and his eyes were full of stunning. obsessed.
"I don't know if you still have the hobby of being a gentleman on Liang." Seeing the teenager, Mu Rufeng was slightly surprised, and then couldn't help joking.
Regarding his self-proclaimed intrusion into her boudoir, Mu Rufeng felt that it was still necessary to teach him.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." The young man panicked and jumped from the beam immediately. The pale handsome face turned red, and his eyes were filled with grievances.
Mu Rufeng chuckled, how could this little guy not stand so funny?
She just said a word.
Then, in the dark of the eyes, Gong Qianye, who was thrown up in the next second, was trapped in front of the dresser.
His thin and thin body pressed against himself, and the pale and clear handsome face enlarged in front of his eyes. As the two drew closer, a pungent blood came to his face.
"Gong Qianye, get up, again, I am not happy." Mu Rufeng whispered.
What responded to her was silent.
Smelling the blood lingering in the air, Mu Rufeng's expression dimmed, and he stretched out his hand, and it was sticky. When I picked it up, it looked bloody...
Looking at the boy again, he has fainted, his beautiful eyebrows are tightly locked, his lips are pale, the evil spirits are handsome, and he is pale and weak, so fragile as if he will disappear in the next second.
Mu Rufeng frowned, reached out and touched the teenager's wrist, his face suddenly changed greatly.
Carefully supported him on the bed and lay down, opened his robe, his pupils contracted sharply, his abdomen, a piece of flesh and blood was blurred, and there were messy claw marks on it.
Seeing the teenager like this, Mu Rufeng's chest was panic-blocked, and he burst into self-blame.
Knowing that his body was thin, he was still in the back mountain despite the facts.
It's hard to imagine how he panicked when he was attacked by those beasts, and how painful he was when he was bitten by them.
He didn't even have his family. Compared with him, he still has Mufu and at least a grandfather, and he is lonely and indifferent.
After taking the medicine box, Mu Rufeng was skillful, quickly wounded and wounded him, temporarily stopped bleeding, and the rest could only go to the pharmacy again to get some better herbs.