Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1349 Pen and Ink End of the World (30)

When I found one of my friends’ homes, I found that my friend was in a bad mood. After several inquiries, my friend told them about his wife’s strange problems: that is, I made an agreement with him not to look at her face at night. If he hurt her face, he must divorce him.

My friend loves his wife very much, and never dares to violate it, but people are so strange, the more things they are not allowed to see, the more they want to see them. One night was also a coincidence. Thunder, a flash of lightning struck down, and the whole room was as bright as day. He woke up with a start, looked out the window, and unexpectedly saw that his wife had no face...

After Linghulan finished writing, it was already five o'clock in the morning the next day. She was a novice, and she wrote very slowly, which could be called racking her brains.

For a moment, she thought forget it and didn't write it, but she was afraid that if she didn't write it herself, it would have no effect, so she had to bite the bullet and write it down. With a good foundation, she finally managed to scrape together [-] words, and carried the plot to the part she wanted.

She immediately posted what she had written on the Internet, then lay down on the bed, and went to sleep. The busy day was too solid, and she was extremely tired.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high.

Linghu Lan rubbed her dizzy head, walked to the bathroom with sleepy eyes, looked at herself in the mirror, and was frightened.

The woman in the mirror has a pale face, with soft and graceful features, and a pair of big eyes that are particularly expressive. However, there is a black flower between her eyebrows. The flower is black and glowing, almost ghostly and alluring, which makes Wen Mo's picture very pleasing The delicate face was suddenly three points more demonic!
Linghu Lan, who had been in the underworld for many years, recognized at a glance that the flower was a unique flower in the underworld - the other shore flower.

She stretched out her hand and touched the center of her eyebrows. The tentacles were cool and cool. In this season, it was very comfortable to touch.

"Let's leave it like this for the time being!" Linghu Lan resigned herself to the big change in her image, turned on the faucet silently, and then froze again.

The water flowing out of the water wheel head is red, red like blood, and the blood automatically forms roses in the pool.

However, Linghu Lan is a normal person.

"Ming Hong!!!"

The black flowers on the other side of her eyebrows moved, and a voice came from her mind: "Huh? You called me!"

"What's the matter with this water?" Linghu Lan snapped off the faucet, and the red roses spun around for a while and disappeared.

Minghong clearly felt Linghu Lan's anger, and said cautiously: "Chasing you!"

Linghu Lan couldn't help but support her forehead: "Is this how you chase girls?"

"People love roses."

"Pfft!" Linghu Lan only felt that she had been hit by an arrow in her knee, and my sister knelt down for you. "That's not the rose that humans love."

Minghong was silent for a while, and his tone was aggrieved: "I specially drew it in the shape of a rose."

Linghu Lan: "..."

She looked seriously at the Bana flower on her forehead in the mirror, and said word by word: "Be good, chase me the way I like, I don't like such roses."

"Then what do you like?"

"I like the way you look."

The other shore flower was shining faintly, obviously Minghong was in a good mood.

(End of this chapter)