Rescuing the Supporting Character

The night in the mountains is deeper and deeper.

Mo Xie picked up some of the thinner twigs and leaves them in a warm fire. Then they took off their robe and put them on top: "Sleep, I will wake you up when the time is up."

"What about you?" Wen Ruyi stood on the side of trust and watched him arrange his temporary bed in an orderly manner.

"You sleep, don't care for me." Mo Xie did not look at her, picked up the sword and jumped on the top of the tree.

There is no moon in the mountains, and the peaks in the distance are looming, making people not really cut. Mo Xie leaned against the thick trunk of the trunk and sat at the fork of the branch. Through some yellow leaves, he could see a little shimmer on the mountainside.

Mo Moe silently counted the number of light spots, twelve torches. Under the twelve torches, at least sixty guards are in the search for mountains.

He clenched the sword in his hand, and the bright eyes were like the stars hidden behind the clouds in the night sky.

Although the exit to the town from the foot of the mountain has been strengthened by the guard at this moment, he is not worried at all. This mountain is too big. There is no way to completely block it by manpower, and the cliffs that most people dare not dare to get involved are not a big problem for the current Moxie.

He has at least no less than ten ways to leave with peace and peace.

But after leaving?

Wen Hou’s eye line is all over the world. As a hidden guardian who was trained from a young age, Mo Xie knows how powerful the homeowner’s power is. The only vitality is outside the customs, and only when they are out of the customs, they are truly safe.

However, he did not have the slightest grasp, and was able to completely avoid the other hidden guards on the way, as well as those dark lines that were everywhere.

Let's go to the end of the world and never go back. This sentence sounds more like a good wish, a good wish that people yearn for.

Mo Mo is coveted, and the temperature under the tree is stable, and he seems to be able to see the smile in her mouth.

She would rather take him away from home, and would not like to watch him go back to sin. When he thinks about this, Mo Xie is very pleased. Maybe they can really try it, try to really escape the cage that binds the two.

Even the final result, it still fails...

The life of escape is as imaginary as it is, and it is much harder.

The biggest problem lies in the age of the two. A 15-year-old girl, along with her 18-year-old boy, looks very attractive no matter how she dresses up.

The first thing that the two sneaked into the town was to open a room at the inn. Not for the night, just want to find a place to settle for dry food, if you can, it is best to hire another carriage.

More importantly, if Wen is not changing the shape, it is estimated that one day will reveal the whereabouts.

She wanted to pretend to be a cockroach, dirty spots are dirty, and it is safe. However, I did not expect that this proposal would be fiercely opposed by Mo Xie.

He took advantage of the clothes she had spent twenty copper plates on from the small cymbals at the entrance of the inn, and gnashed her teeth: "You can dress up as anything, you can't wear this thing, then there might be that person. The flea left on the body! "I was so angry that I even forgot my name."

Wen is speechless, they are running away, is there a better way to cover up than this?

She never thought of herself as a true Miss Qianjin. She always cares about this. It is Mo Xie, not her.

If even the little life can't be saved, even if it is dressed clean, refreshing and refreshing, there is nothing to be happy about. Wen Ruo always knows how to get the most benefit with the least price.

As for what to flea - big deal, after shaving, shave your hair and take a few more baths to solve it. She is not an ancient person, she does not care about the rules that the body is skinned by her parents and cannot be arbitrarily damaged.

However, her small guard of the ribs refused to agree to let Wen Ruo put on the stinking swearing suit. No matter how intimidating or tempting she was, he insisted on sticking to it.

Wen Ruo helpless, and finally had to wear the gown he bought from the clothing store, dressed as a little boy who followed the big brother to see the world.

Shaking his hand and throwing the tattered clothes out of the window, he heard a curse downstairs. Mo Xie blinked and pretended not to hear anything.

But when he looked at the warmth of changing clothes, he slowly couldn't help but frown when he stepped out from the screen.

I saw her slightly chin as smooth as jade, calm and serene, and the corners of the mouth faintly curved into a slight smile.

The long hair of the black ink is bundled by a simple and elegant wooden raft. The simple blue men's clothing hides the identity of her daughter, but it also shows the elegance of the elegant dust.

Such a look, even if it is really a man, will not be easily overlooked.

Mo Xie couldn't help but start to regret. He had only focused on swordsmanship at first, but he did not put those little tricks like Yi Rong in his eyes. Otherwise, at this moment, the two will not be trapped in the inn, not dare to go out of the city.

"Forget it, I know that this is not enough." Seeing him and not snoring, Wen Ruo snorted and sat down on the stool, poured two cups of herbal tea from the pot, pushed a cup to him, and a cup directly I will drink it in a free and easy way. "Or else I will open a list. You go to the rouge shop and buy something back. We will go later."

I hope that modern makeup techniques can help them.

Wen Ruwei spreads the letterhead in the room and writes on the letterhead to quickly write down the things that need to be purchased: "Be careful when going out, it is estimated that at the latest night, the wanted order issued by the Wen Jia United General will be passed to the town. We have to leave here before closing the gate."

Obediently holding the shopping list she wrote, Mo Xie slowly walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned his head and added a sentence: "Before I came back, don't come out, no one should knock on the door."

"I know, I will definitely be here waiting for you." Wen is smiling, the more he is uneasy, the more she should give him confidence.

After he left, Wen Ruo really stayed in the room and did not go out one step. Even the innkeeper asked if there was any need. She refused through the door.

Fortunately, Mo Xie did not let her wait too long, but for a long time, he took a bag of things back.

Time waited for no one, Wen Ruru put the rouge gouache he bought back on the table, selected a box of yellow and the lightest makeup powder, while modulating, he asked casually: "How is your face so red?"

Mo Xie brows slightly: "The lady in the rouge shop is too much." He doesn't like people, he doesn't like it at all.

"Rouge shop, of course, the customers are all aunts, ladies and servants. Is there a man who loves to apply powder to run and buy it himself?" Suddenly remembered that there were really many men in ancient times, love to paint on their faces. Powder, Wen Ruo shuddered, and quickly turned to the topic, "I asked why you blush, what do you say about people who buy rouge, is it..."

When Wen was at the bottom of his hand, he turned his head and looked at him. Finally, his eyes fell on the wrinkles that were obviously added to his cuffs. "Don't you be insulted?!"

Moxie stunned and his face was redder. He gave her a sly look and turned and wanted to jump out of the window.

"Hey, go out and go to the main entrance. If you have nothing to do, you will jump out of the window." Wen Rui sighed and asked, and he was not like a person who would suffer.

Mo Xie put one hand on the window sill, his face red to the root of the ear, and it was not a moment to enter, and it was not.

She lowered her head and added a little finely ground stone powder. "The best time, there is also a day that people are seen. Don't forget, we need to act low-key now." Such a shy man, how can he be half-image later? That, dare to kill the royals of the royal adult male.

Wen Ruo slightly thought about it, the 18-year-old man should be counted as a man, right?

She turned her head and carefully looked at the body and posture of Moxie. His long hair, like ink, was scattered on Xuanyi. He only used a black hair band and put the front hair behind his head. The whole body exudes the same as his sword. Cold temperament.

His three-dimensional facial features are carved like a sharp knife, the sword eyebrows flutter, and the thin lips squint in a good-looking manner. If it is not the redness of the auricle that destroys the coldness that he exudes, it is simply an imposing knight.

Such a heroic young lang, no wonder, will lead to the small family jasper frequently show.

The kind of feeling that my family has a man grows up, will it be too strange... She licked her head and concentrated on the copper mirror to evenly apply the powder to her face.

After a long while, the Moxie who was stiff at the window said: "...I didn't let them meet." All his things, including the whole life, belong to the master, how can the women who are not aware of shame easily touch.

"Oh," she glanced at him with a sigh of relief, and her hands kept moving. "What happened to your sleeve?"

He bowed his head and replied uncomfortably: "Going in a hurry, forgetting to pay, the shop guys are pulling."

Mo is somewhat shy, he did not deliberately forget to leave silver. It’s just that there are too many women who are staring at him and secretly sending Qiu Bo. They even walked through the gallbladder three times and four times, leaving Xiangpa at his feet.

In the short life of Mo Xie, almost two-thirds of the time was spent in Wenjia. There are not many people who can see him. Even if they really see it, they are not afraid to be so arrogant because of Wen’s family training.

He has grown so big that he has never seen such a disdainful, blatant teasing. Under the public, he did not dare to pull the sword and misunderstand the big things of the lady.

Mo Xie is definitely not acknowledging that his martial arts are very high. In the end, he will be able to escape under the siege of a group of weak women.

Wen stayed for a long while, only to understand the meaning of his words, not to smile, this is the case.

She really wants to take care of Mo Xie's self-respect, but unfortunately, as soon as she thinks of the rotten shop guys eagerly chasing behind his ass, he calls loudly, "The son--you haven't given the rouge for money, don't run, come back soon!" "She couldn't help but laugh at the cramps."

Seeing Mo's brows wrinkled deeper and deeper, Wen Ruo barely stopped smiling and cleared his throat.

Then she put down the fat powder, and a creamy slanted wrist was slanted on the round table. She gestured awkwardly to her chin, and looked at him with a sullen smile: "If that, is the person who is rude to be me?"

She suddenly wanted to know that if the woman who plucked him was himself, would he be angered and sternly rejected, or half-pushing, and would like to refuse to greet?

Mo Xie was a stagnation, and looked at her with a blank face and looked at her for a long time. Suddenly, she said: "Miss, your face is too yellow."

Wen Ruwei: "..."

Well, she shouldn't be full of brains except for practicing, practicing, and practicing. Only the hidden guards that protect the master's mind are left, and there are too many unrealistic expectations.

Holding the scorpion that is not going backwards, rushing to the capital or the scorpion, will definitely not become a trained BMW.

The author has something to say: the old rules, there is one more today.

Thanks to Qing Yujun's mine! ~么么哒~╭(╯3╰)╮

Throwing a mine under the blue rain

Throw time: 2014-03-1822:37:352k novel reading network