There are a wide variety of wood carvings on the table, including lifelike fish, birds, and deer and horse running on the ground. What Rouge is most interested in is that the wood in the old man's hand gradually takes shape, and it is a wooden hairpin.

The old man carved patterns on the wooden hairpin. Rouge thought it was very strange. She had seen girls with jade hairpin, gold hairpin, and silver hairpin. She rarely saw those with wooden hairpin. The old man had excellent craftsmanship and the carved patterns were clear and elegant, which did not damage the wood texture and made the wooden hairpin exquisite.

Yanzhi looked aside for a long time, marveling at the old man's magical carving skills. A piece of wood can turn decay into magic. She also wanted to wear it when she looked at such a wooden hairpin: "You carved it so well. Can this wooden hairpin be sold to me?"

The old man raised his head and said kindly, "Miss is not a here." Seeing Yanzhi's face with confusion, the old man looked at the man in blue shirt standing behind her. Although his demeanor was outstanding, he might not care about others than the men in Mucheng. He couldn't help but be proud and said, "My daughter's husband will carve a wooden hairpin with her own hands to show her old hairpin, so he never came out to buy a wooden hairpin by himself. My wooden hairpin was also carved by my old woman. If the girl really likes it, I will give you a gift and get a good start."

Yanzhi was envious when she heard this. In the end, she didn't want the wooden hairpin and bought another wooden carving. Since this wooden hairpin is such an origin, what's the point of her coming? After all, she is here to be an old lady, so she has to be a little sensible.

Ye Rongzhi looked at the wooden hairpin in the old man's hand and was a god. He was together forever. Only a couple could be together forever. If she became someone else's wife, he would not dare to think about it anymore when he thought of this. He couldn't help laughing at himself, saying that he had been afraid of anything, but now there are things that he dare not even think about.

Yanzhi took a few steps and found that Ye Rongzhi had not followed, so she turned around and called out, "A Rong?"

She stood in the distance waiting for him, her dark clothes were gently blown by the wind, and she was holding a wooden rabbit in her hand and smiling as if she was smiling like a flower. He couldn't help but laugh.

If the Master could stay by his side forever, he would definitely thank all the gods once a day, and he would definitely try his best to redeem all his sins...

She is the only one who is willing to stay by her side...

...

There were a lot of wood of various patterns and scattered wood chips on the table. The old man looked at the man in blue in front of him, but he never expected that he would invite him from afar to learn carving wood.

Seeing him carving the wooden hairpin in his hand with great care, the old man nodded in satisfaction. This was the smartest he had ever taught. The carved patterns were particularly unique and beautiful.

The good times didn't last long. Just when Ye Rongzhi was about to get ready, he accidentally scratched his fingers with a knife. The blood beads that emerged quickly stained the wooden hairpin. Ye Rongzhi hurriedly wiped it with his fingers but could not be wiped away. The drop of blood stained the wooden hairpin like a touch of bright red rouge.

The old man couldn't help but breathe. It's a taboo to stain blood from the wooden hairpin. Even though he knew that this was not nice, he still had to say it. It was really not auspicious. The old man said cautiously: "This wooden hairpin is stained with blood from the wooden hairpin. You and that girl are afraid..." The old man looked at his appearance and didn't dare to continue. It was obvious that he looked like a kind and gentle young man, but now he looked like a bad star.

Ye Rongzhi took the last knife in his hand and rubbed the wooden hairpin in his hand for a long time. When the old man thought he would keep looking like this, he suddenly said blankly: "Don't even think of escaping from my palms if you don't know."

The old man was so scared that he dared not speak again.

...

The Master left, she should have met Li Yanzong, her disciple whom she had been with for sixteen years.

Ye Rongzhi looked at the wooden hairpin that she threw away casually, bent down and picked it up, lowered his eyelashes and looked at the wooden hairpin she carved with her own hands, gently rubbed it with her fingers, and a drop of water fell on the wooden hairpin.

The water droplets fell on the wooden hairpin and looked more crystal clear. He wiped it with his hands and fell down another drop. Drops fell between his fingers and fell to the wooden hairpin. He slowly soaked the entire hairpin and couldn't wipe it clean before he realized that he was crying.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself. His heart was so hard that he could cry. It was ridiculous.

It seems that he has only shed tears twice since he can remember, once sixteen years ago and now.

He couldn't help but close his eyes but couldn't stop the tears from wetting the corners of his eyes. He suddenly choked up. Didn't it all say that the bitterness was over?

The bitterness comes after all, and the bitterness comes after all. Once you endure the bitterness, it will be sweet... Why can't he do it alone!

They are all lie, and the latter is obviously even more bitter, just like a bitter poison, which is so poisonous that it is worse than death...

A tiny sound came from his ears. He slowly opened his eyes, reached his waist and touched a bottle of extremely small medicine. Suddenly he thought that she said she was not worthy of being her disciple.

Yes, someone like him will never love him or pity him. In the end, he will be alone.

What use does he want to do with this power, fame and fortune?

What's the use of his life...?

Yu Guang had already seen the corner of his clothes, and the danger was close at hand, but he easily opened the medicine bottle, moved his hand out of his clothes, and stood there quietly waiting for them to take action.

If he died, would the Master be sad?

No, she wished she could die sooner...

Ten ghosts in southern Xinjiang slid down from the tree and surrounded him seven or eight steps away. They all looked vigilant and dared not act rashly, for fear of falling into a trap.

The ten ghosts in the southern border said there were ten people, but in fact there were only seven people left. The other three came to the Central Plains a few years ago and met Ye Rongzhi. One of them liked to practice lust and another liked him. He wanted to catch a trick, but unexpectedly he met the Living King of Hell.

Who is Ye Rongzhi? He can be affected by someone who is inexplicably not messing with him, let alone the one who comes to his door. Then death can be said to be very... hard to describe...

When the Ten Ghosts in the South Xinjiang thought of the tragic death of their companions, they couldn't help but be frightened. Seeing that he was so calm and even closed his eyes and let his life take their lives, his hair became even more cold.

They swallowed in horror and took a few steps back one after another. They must be cautious and cautious!

The gentle scum on the opposite side is not an ordinary pervert!

Ye Rongzhi had no patience. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard them moving. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at them, and said with a smile: "The ten ghosts in the southern border are just like this. Ji Fu is getting worse and worse as he grows older, he wants to kill me if he finds some waste."

What a person like the Ten Ghosts in the Southern Xinjiang, he is so famous that he is far away from the outside. In the eyes of this person, he has become a group of waste. How could he swallow this? One of the bald men, who is as strong as a cow and two feet long, rushed up with a big knife and slashed on Ye Rongzhi's shoulder with a sharp knife.

Ye Rongzhi did not dodge or dodge, and resisted the knife. The force was too strong, so he half-kneeled to the ground. He raised his eyes and looked at the corner of the man in front of him with a strange curve, with a stern smile in his eyes.

The man thought it was not good, and before he could stop the others, he rushed up like a rush, and his weapons were chopping towards Ye Rongzhi. The good man became a bloody man in a moment.

They were enjoying the pleasure of killing this pervert alive, but they found a violent stinging pain in the soles of their feet. The pain was sore in their bone marrow that it was better to die. When they looked down, they saw that their feet had begun to melt, slowly turning into blood like ice, spreading, but their consciousness was extremely clear, and torture... they had just begun...

He heard that he was calm and breeze as if he was saying that the weather was good today and coughed, "You are lucky enough to send me a ride." Unfortunately, he responded to him with a shrill scream. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful and ignorant.

He despised these people for being dirty and did not want to die in their blood. He took great effort to walk under a big tree. He wanted to go further, but he really had no strength and could only sit slowly against the big tree. His hand tightly held the hairpin, and the blood in his hand completely dyed the wooden hairpin red. He smiled weakly, it was really unknown...

The blood slowly evaporated from his body. The wound on his body was so painful that he could not breathe. His consciousness gradually began to be confused. Suddenly, he heard a scream from afar. A man slowly ran from far to near from the forest. He raised his head and looked at the person who was just a few steps away and laughed...

It's great. It turns out that you can still see the phantom you want to see before you die.

She saw him and ran over quickly. The daisy dress was raised and the belt was flying. She didn't even want to stop and squat down for a while. She rushed straight to him and knelt in front of him. He felt that her pounce seemed to be plunging into his heart.

"Arong... Master will take you to find a doctor..."

OK, I listen to the Master.

The author has something to say: Ye Rongzhi: "..."

Ten Ghosts of Southern Xinjiang: "Abnor Ye, please do you have some professional ethics?! I want to die and find someone to accompany you. I'll fuck your ancestors for 18 generations!"

Danqingshou: "Oh, Ye Moxing is what you are about to die. Oh my god, it's unfair. In this way, you can clean up the rouge well in the next life."

Rouge: "What did you say last time you didn't say it!"

Danqingshou: "Did I say anything in the last chapter?"

Rouge: "Fuck...%?&?#@?!"

Ten ghosts in southern Xinjiang: "Fuck...%@!?#&??@!""
Chapter completed!