Crown Jewels

Chapter 75

The role of the iron face is to protect the face;
The second is to hide one's own state and prevent being detected by the enemy.

If he is carrying this thing, is it purely to coax the children to play, right?

Seeing Song Yan's eyes full of resistance, Song Leyi stamped her feet angrily.

"elder brother--"

After a while, seeing Song Yan's resolute attitude, Song Leyi suddenly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and said pitifully.

"Master let us each make a mask—"

"Everyone else is rushing to wear Zheng Niang's mask, only me..."

The female doll blinked, looking a little aggrieved, even her voice was weak and inaudible, and it sounded faintly crying.

"No one wants to wear ugly ones..."

Suppressing the beating forehead, Song Yan licked the back molars with the tip of his tongue, humming coldly in his heart, he knew that he was ugly, he gritted his teeth for a long time and said bitterly.

"Song Leyi, everyone is cheating!"

"It's good for you, since you were young, you know how to cheat your brother!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yan glanced at the ghost mask irritably, and after a while, snorted and sneered, biting his back molars and nodding.

"Well done, Song Leyi—"

"It's hard for you to make such an ugly mask."

After finishing speaking, he impatiently took the ghost mask from Song Leyi's hand with his big hand, closed his eyes, and put it on as if death was at home.

Seeing Song Yan compromise, Song Leyi raised her eyes slightly.

After a long while, her almond-shaped eyes opened wide, and she saw Song Yan put on her own ghost mask, which at first glance seemed a bit bluffing.

After adapting to Song Yan's current image, Song Leyi's eyes showed the excitement of success again.

Song Yan's impatient voice soon came from behind the mask.

"Look quickly! I'll pick it up after I finish reading it, don't push too hard!"

Song Leyi blinked, and could imagine his brother watching him gnashing his teeth helplessly.

The girl's almond eyes were slightly raised, and her pink lips curled up.

You've already put it on, how can you take it off so easily?

The girl's soft voice came, as if thinking of Song Yan.

"Brother, grandma is in the Daxiong Hall in the temple."

"You must be uncomfortable wearing this mask."

"How about I take it off for you when we pass by?"

Saying that, Song Leyi pulled Song Yan forward, feeling quite happy.

In the end, he couldn't wait to let go of Song Yan, and led the way with small steps, and looked back at him from time to time.

Walking halfway, Song Leyi stopped suddenly, with a sly smile in her eyes.

She took out another little devil mask from her sleeve and put it on her face. The novel experience made her jump up excitedly.

He had just taken two steps but suddenly bumped into someone, causing Song Leyi a headache.

Covering his head and looking up pitifully, before he could see the man's face, he was suddenly pushed out vigorously by the man.

Under the cover of the mask, Song Leyi only had time to see the forbearance in the eagle's eyes.

Song Leyi was slightly taken aback by the instantly distorted expression, as if he was the real evil spirit walking from hell.

Song Yan followed behind carelessly, wearing a mask and looking ashamed, which really didn't interest him.

But his eyes subconsciously looked for the figure of the female doll.

Although today is not Buddha's birthday, there are many people in the temple and there are many kidnappers.

A girl doll of Song Leyi's size had many victims, so he didn't dare to be vague.

Lifting his eyelids, Song Yan's whole strings tensed up.

He pushed away the crowd in front, and ran in front of Song Leyi with brisk strides, catching the girl just as she was about to fall.

Song Leyi was obviously still in shock, her almond eyes were hazy with timidity.

Seeing Song Yan coming, he let out a sigh of relief as if his heart had dropped.

"brothers--"

Calling Song Yan in a low voice timidly, Song Leyi turned her head to look at the tall and strong man in front of her.

He simply hid directly behind Song Yan, only poking out half of his head.

Song Yan patted Song Leyi's head soothingly, and when he turned to look at the man, his eyes were already cold.

This expression is matched with the mask of the green ghost's fangs, under the blue sky and broad daylight, it is really infiltrating!

He saw with his own eyes that the man had an indifferent expression and bad eyes, and he pushed Song Leyi away fiercely.

There is a disparity in physical strength between men and women, and Song Leyi is no more than a milk baby, so if she falls like this, she is afraid of getting hurt.

The man on the opposite side didn't dodge or evade, and the eagle stared straight at Song Yan.

He has a deep outline and an unruly expression, like a poison entangled in a sewer. .

The two looked at each other for a while, and the man snorted, took the lead to look away, stepped directly over the threshold of the courtyard of the Daxiong Palace, and walked outside.

It didn't take long for his figure to be completely submerged in the crowd.

Seeing the back of the man leaving, Song Yan took off the mask of the green devil, his eyes revealing a bit of deep thought,
At this moment, Song Leyi's voice came, frowning with some confusion.

"Brother, that man is a man, why is there a braid made by us women hidden in his bun?"

"Braids?"

"Leyi, can you see clearly? That man's hair is really braided?"

Song Leyi pursed her lips, a little upset that Song Yan didn't believe her.

"Brother, I didn't lie to you—"

"It's the little braid my grandmother used to make me when I was five."

Song Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the direction of the man's departure with deep eyebrows, and nodded slightly to Song Leyi with a solemn expression.

After this incident, Song Leyi no longer dared to mess around.

Cleverly led by Song Yan, she entered the temple to find the old lady.

Mrs. Song took her brother and sister to the Daxiong Hall first, and then went to the Guanyin Hall behind to pay their respects.

Because she was tired from the journey, the old lady simply stayed in the temple for a day.

Because of the generosity of the money, the monks took the three of them directly to the wing room at the back.

Song Yan ate a simple vegetarian meal with his grandmother, and asked Song Leyi to wait on the old lady to repair in the room, but he couldn't stay any longer.

He wandered aimlessly in the yard outside for a while, and then simply walked towards the route left by the strong man who had a bad attitude towards Song Leyi at noon.

Along the way, Song Yan stepped out of the threshold of the Daxiong Palace, and then walked in from the side path.

After passing the stupa, we came to several monasteries.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Song Yan did not find any clues.

The sun above his head was hot and dazzling, he wiped off his cold sweat, and looked at the big tree in front of him that cast a shade.

Grabbing the branch, finding the right point of leverage, Song Yan jumped lightly, and climbed to the dense jungle in three or five steps, leaning against the tree trunk behind, and took out the rice paper from his cuff.

Song Yan twitched her thighs silently with her fingertips, leaning against the tree trunk behind her.

The branches swayed slightly, and the cool shade seemed to want to help Song Yan, forcibly dragging out the memories hidden in his mind.

The chirping of cicadas in summer is even more noisy in the silent monastery.

Song Yan drooped his eyelids, looked at the picture on the rice paper, but couldn't sort out half of his thoughts in his mind.

He raised his eyes irritably, just in time to meet the double amber cat eyes.

The fat cat, with its gray fur, just nestled on top of the wall shaded by trees.

Maoyan looked at Song Yanshi in a daze, and the tail on the back of the buttocks flicked away mosquitoes.

Seeing Song Yan's gaze, Huamao squinted resentfully, and then gave a weary "meow" to him.

It is rare that the wind blows, not mixed with the unbearable heat.

Fat Mao's eyelids drooped completely, and the sound of snoring came from the silent courtyard.

The corner of Song Yan's mouth twitched, he looked away and randomly picked a leaf, playing with it in his hands.

He sat on a high place, looking around subconsciously.

In front of you is the solemn stupa, and beside your ears are the bursts of Sanskrit sounds from the Daxiong Hall;

The fat cat is lying on the wall and snoring, behind is the silent monastery.

There were two people sitting casually in the courtyard, with their backs to Song Yan, chatting vaguely.

　First update today.

　　Thanks to Ruyi 1116 for the monthly pass these days,
　　Thanks also to other friends who voted monthly,
　　Everyone worked hard, and the votes reached 100.
　　I add more~
　　Second update at six in the afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)