Ever since he got married to Deng Jiuru, Dongfang Bubai seemed to have forgotten all about the Blackwood Cliff Sun and Moon God Sect. He neither used force with others nor was he in a hurry to go back and rectify the teaching affairs. His internal injuries were almost healed, and Dongfang Bubai didn't.

Continue to break through the last level of magical power.

But I don’t know why, I was repeatedly frustrated at the last level, but now I no longer think about it, the Sunflower Book has turned out to be a great success.

Dongfang Bubai looked at the unfinished clothes in his hands and frowned unconsciously. He was practicing embroidery, but he didn't expect that he would master the last level in this way.

This dress was made for Deng Jiuru. It was the third set of clothes he had made for Deng Jiuru. However, he had achieved a breakthrough in embroidering clothes for his husband. Dongfang Bubai thought about it for a while. The joy of such a great achievement was not as good as the joy of being about to make the third set of clothes for him.

The joy of three sets of clothes comes.

Just as he was thinking of this, Dongfang Bubai's ears twitched. The footsteps coming from outside the door were very familiar. They were Deng Jiuru's senior brother Tian Boguang.

"My husband is out, senior brother is looking for him?" The wife followed her husband, so Deng Jiuru called Tian Boguang his senior brother, and Dongfang Bubai also called Tian Boguang his senior brother.

Tian Boguang's eyes swept over Dongfang Bubai's face, which still looked like a palette, and his extremely gorgeous clothes. His eyes then fell on the nearly completed men's clothes on the table. The same complicated patterns and gold threads surrounded his eyes, and he couldn't help but continue to speak.

He twitched and sighed helplessly.

"Sister-in-law, I came to see you today because Jiuru is not here. I have told Jiuru a long time ago that there is a big problem with your dressing and grooming. But he is a boy who sees beauty in the eye of a lover. You are the only one who blames him for being ugly.

They all think you are as beautiful as a fairy, and I would be right to talk to him about it!"

At the end of the sentence, Tian Boguang wanted to curse. It turned out that it had nothing to do with him, no matter how ugly the younger brother and sister dressed up. But now, the younger brother and sister took over all the clothes, shoes, socks, hats and scarves of the younger brother. Oh, by the way, they even sewed the sword for the younger brother.

I made a sword sheath. The sword sheath was as shiny as the phoenix crown that I wore when I got married. I weighed it with my hands and found that it was not much different from the weight of the sword.

Tian Boguang thought that if his uncle saw his Buddha's Light Sword equipped with such a sheath, he would be furious.

Now that Tian Boguang and Deng Jiuru were walking together, the attention gift they received was almost unbearable for Tian Boguang, who thought he was very cheeky. What's more, Tian Boguang was a little dissatisfied with the person in front of him.

This person is right, but what about him?

There is a mysterious widow who claims her husband's surname is Dong, but she is a boy. It is still unknown who her last name is, and why she bought a house in Jiangxia County and has been living in seclusion. Moreover, Tian Boguang can feel that although there are no swords, guns or sticks around him,

He is also a master with his inner strength that he revealed inadvertently.

How can such a person dress up in such a weird way and talk to his junior brother about his husband? How can people not be suspicious?

Naturally, Tian Boguang didn't know what Tian Boguang was thinking about Dongfang Bubai, but facing Tian Boguang's unkind tone, Dongfang Bubai said: "As long as he likes it, what other people think of it has nothing to do with me."

"Whatever you like, he likes. No matter what you do, he will applaud you, but do you know what he likes?" When Tian Boguang mentioned this, he was even more unworthy of his junior brother. He always felt that the person in front of him had no heart.

Dongfang Bubai listened and thought for a while: "I know, he likes me."

Tian Boguang was so angry that he rolled his eyes after hearing this. Come on, he was wasting his words here. He turned around and left. Dongfang Bubai sat at the table, stretched out his hand to touch the clothes that were about to be completed, and then looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

He suddenly stood up, hugged his clothes and took his rouge and gouache, left the house and went to Aunt Wu's house next door.

Aunt Wu was just over thirty, and she was a well-known pretty aunt in the neighborhood. Dongfang Bubai often bought groceries at her shop. The two of them were a little more familiar than others, but this was also the first time Dongfang Bubai visited her house.

's door.

When Deng Jiuru came back at night, he was carrying a big fat chicken in his hand. He was in a very good mood with a smile on his face. Dongfang Bubai was sitting at the table, lighting an oil lamp and still embroidering clothes. However, this set of clothes was different from the one during the day.

There's a world of difference in that set.

Deng Jiuru opened the door and just said: "Madam, look at the big fat chicken I brought back for you..." He had just finished speaking half of it when Deng Jiuru stopped talking.

What appeared in front of Deng Jiuru was not the familiar colorful face.

"Do you like it?" Dongfang Bubai saw Deng Jiuru's rare silly look, feeling a little uneasy and a little expectant.

Dongfang Bubai's skin was already fair. Ever since he left the palace, he had not even grown a beard, and his skin had become more and more delicate. He usually applied a thick layer of powder to make it as white as the wall, and then

I just applied blush and various rouges on it, and now the original skin color is revealed, and the natural blood color is revealed. Compared with the previous one, it makes people look particularly comfortable.

Just two jade hairpins were simply inserted into her head. Although she still wore a set of bright red clothes, the overly dazzling gold threads were removed. The embroidery was exquisite and complicated, but it had a more refined feel.

Deng Jiuru threw the chicken to the ground. The fat chicken flapped its wings and ran into the yard.

"Do you like it?" Dongfang Bubai asked again, but this time his voice was far less happy than last time.

"I like it, but why..." Noticing that Dongfang's mood had become a little depressed, Deng Jiuru nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Aunt Wu also said that women should look good to please themselves, and I want to do the same." Sensing that Deng Jiuru really liked him, instead of being perfunctory, Dongfang Bubai's mood suddenly turned around, and the previous anxiety was swept away. Dongfang Bubai

Bai then picked up the clothes in his hand.

"You put this on and try it on." Although the newly sewn clothes are gorgeous, they are not as exaggerated as the previous ones. Deng Jiuru tried them on and found that they were the same as the previous two sets. They were neither fat nor thin and the size was just right.

"Dongfang." Deng Jiuru took off his clothes and held Dongfang Bubai's hand, "You don't have to do anything to please me, you just have to be yourself. No matter what, I like you. It's you I like."

Dongfang Bubai stretched out his other hand to hold Deng Jiuru's hand as well, and smiled faintly: "I like you too. Whatever I do for you, I feel happy."

Dongfang told him that he liked him, and Deng Jiuru looked at Dongfang's mouth opening and closing in a daze, feeling a burst of ecstasy, but also a burst of heartache and bitterness.

The most infatuated people are in the East, and infatuated people are most afraid of being wronged by others. Infatuated people are always hurt by love. There is no blood, but it hurts more than anything else.

I will cherish you, love you, and never let you get hurt again in this life, because I like you and I love you.

When Deng Jiuru's words came to his lips, they turned into the most passionate kiss. All the bitterness was suppressed in his heart, and the evil smile still showed on his face.

"Madam, this saves me the time of removing makeup, and I am happy to spend more time in bed!"

The two of them were very affectionate, but the big fat chicken escaped and disappeared to nowhere. The next day, Dongfang Bubai went to buy vegetables, and Deng Jiuru followed him to buy chicken. The boy selling fish on the street smiled at Deng Jiuru.

road:

"Well, Jiuru, my wife is obviously pretty pretty, are you jealous, are you afraid that others will see your wife's appearance, and that's why you're so confused?"

"Hmph, let alone the vinegar vat, I recognize the sea of ​​vinegar. You can see my wife's appearance and smoke is rising from your ancestral graves. Why don't you give me the freshest big fish for free?" Deng Jiuru pulled Dongfang Bu.

Losing hands, if there is a tail behind the butt, how high will the tail be raised?

He not only wanted Dongfang Bubai to be himself all the time, but also wanted him to get out of that lonely prison and truly become an ordinary, happy ordinary person.

Over there, Xiao Juanzi, who was helping her parents sell peaches, asked Dongfang in a low voice: "Aunt Deng, your skin is so good. Which rouge did you use?"

Dongfang Bubai was slightly startled. Deng Jiuru, with sharp ears, came over and put his arms around Dongfang Bubai's waist: "My wife is naturally beautiful. Oh my, I'm going to suffer a lot if I let you see her!"

Xiaojuanzi was still a young girl who had never left the court. She had never seen a couple being affectionate, and she immediately blushed. Her father was so angry that he shook his beard: "In public, you are violating morals!"

As a result, Juanzi's mother grabbed her ears and spit on her face: "Damn it, look at how caring little Deng Ge is to his wife. I've had eight lifetimes of bad luck to marry a guy like you."
Chapter completed!