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

Chapter 1358 Pen and Ink End of the World (39)

As a result, it was naturally defeated.

He saw that I was all wounded.

I saw that he coughed up blood from the front of his shirt again.

The two actually laughed at the same time.

Are we sympathetic to each other?He said.

Forget it, of course it is!I smiled.

He threw away the book, and I let go of my arms, and the two of us leaned on each other to heal our wounds.

He went to take the exam, and I returned to the wisteria tree. The injury was too serious, and I was no longer allowed to leave the body.

When he opened his eyes again, under the wisteria tree, he had already taken off his white clothes and changed into a black one.

He said, I waited for you for ten years, and I didn't even become an official before you woke up.

I laughed out pieces of wisteria petals, how silly.

Since then, he didn't work as an official, and I didn't practice. I stayed with the rivers and lakes and roamed the world until he got old and died.

The moment he closed his eyes, I sighed to myself that I was just a little demon with low mana, and I couldn't take him to seek immortality and immortality.

However, fortunately, he is a good person and still has a chance to be reincarnated.

In the following six lives and six lives, I have experienced the ups and downs with him, and we will carry each other to the old age, which can be called worry-free for the seventh life.

This may be the limit of happiness.

Therefore, the eighth world, retribution has come.

First of all, my main body, the wisteria flower tree, was struck by lightning for no reason, leaving only a little foundation. Fortunately, after so many years, I have cultivated a solid human body, which can break away from the wisteria flower tree. If the damage is lost, it can only be made up slowly through practice in the future.

Furthermore, his eighth reincarnation was an extremely ugly man.

But this world is a world where appearance is king.

He tried his best to comfort himself, it doesn't matter to be ugly, it is enough to be capable, however, the world said, you are too naive.

I have seen with my own eyes that he was isolated again and again when he was studying, and he was mistreated again and again when he was applying for a job.

I said, I set them on fire.

He said that now is an era of peace, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they are not allowed to become elites.

I said, I was an elite hundreds of years before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He rubbed my hair and laughed, why do you still not understand human nature after all these years.

Human nature, this sentence again, I am used to it.

He doesn't seem to care, but he often holds his mobile phone in a daze, and there are all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women on it.

Although he didn't say it, the longing in his eyes was real.

I said, you used to look much better than them.

Yeah?How pretty?His eyes were shining.

I drew a series of picture scrolls at will, that is him in Seven Lives VII.

He praised it, it's so beautiful!I have been so good-looking in seven lifetimes, I guess I have used up my Qi in this lifetime.

I remained silent, my luck was almost exhausted, I touched the root of the wisteria flower in my arms.

One day, he asked seemingly unintentionally, how about I go for plastic surgery?I need to remove some bones from the face, put them on the nose, shrink the mouth a bit, make double eyelids for the eyes, open the corners of the eyes to make it look bigger...

What he said was so trivial that my hairs stood on end.

I said, good!

He said, thank you, I hope I open my eyes and not scare you.

I said, no, he must be handsome and mighty.

He smiled and said nothing.

I made up my mind, I said, you don't need plastic surgery, I will change your skin, have you heard of painted skin?
His eyes lit up instantly, and he said, I've heard it before, but I always thought it was a legend.

I said, not a legend, I know how to change skins.

On the operating table, he trusted me unconditionally. When I cast a spell, he passed out.

I held a delicate scalpel and was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)