Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

The palace maid breathed a sigh of relief, and then treated him as an object, completely ignoring him.

Feng He was tossed around, some were changing his clothes, some were combing his hair, and some were putting on makeup.

The first palace maid put on his inner garment with some trepidation, and his pink chest was completely covered.

And the clothes that the palace maids gave him were all worn over this dress.

Feng He's eyes rolled around and he saw a... dress that was a combination of blue and pink.

This dress is as bright as flowing sand and is made of extremely precious shark silk. It looks like a dream at first glance.

This skirt is obviously very valuable, even priceless.

The light pink top and the pale blue skirt... really make her look as beautiful as a graceful lotus that grows out of the mud without being stained and washes in the clear water without being coquettish.

The palace maid behind him flexibly threaded his hair with her delicate hands, and soon, his messy hair was combed into a beautiful bun.

It is decorated with hairpins, jades and tassels.

The maid in front of him powdered his face to cover the dark circles under his eyes, and also applied a light blush on his cheeks and bright lip balm.

When everything was done, Feng He stared blankly at the clear water mirror in front of her.

The stunning beauty inside was also staring back at him blankly.

If he is taken out this time, I am afraid no one will take their eyes off him.

As bright as the morning glow when the sun rises, and as dazzling as the green waves when lotus emerges.

But... Fu Ci Yan knew, and everyone knew, that the Immortal Master Feng He hated it most when people compared his appearance to that of a woman.

This is a complete insult.

Feng He's breath was a little unstable, and there was a layer of pink at the corners of her eyes.

However, he looked even more beautiful in this posture.

It's like putting on a layer of natural plum blossom makeup.

He stood there like an exquisite puppet, only moving his glass-like eyeballs without moving.

The palace maids dealt with him and then left.

Feng He was anxious and his eyes were rolling around.

Hey, you haven't released me yet!

However, the palace maids left without looking back. After Feng He realized this, she looked hopeless.

But he didn't stand alone for too long, because soon he saw Fu Ciyan in black. But today's black clothes were more complicated and looked more solemn.

Fu Ci Yan removed Feng He's restraints, then wrapped his big hand around his small hand and held him tightly.

Feng He was finally able to move. He looked aggrieved and wanted to pull his hair and take off his clothes.

Fu Ci Yan stopped him and asked with a smile: "Master, why don't you like this outfit? I think you look much better this way."

Feng He glared at him fiercely and raised her hand to slap him.

However, Fu Ci Yan sneered and grabbed Feng He's raised wrist tightly, almost breaking the thin wrist bone.

"Master, why can't you change your temper? If you could be a little gentler, you would feel much better, wouldn't you?"

Feng He's face turned pale and she struggled to free her hands.

Fu Ci Yan let him go. Feng He no longer dared to hit anyone and just stood there in a sullen manner.

Fu Ci Yan produced a piece of white gauze from somewhere and put it on Feng He's face.

Now, Feng He's face was vaguely visible.

No one could guess who he was.

But it also adds a layer of elusive beauty to him, making people eager to tear off his veil and see his true face.

Fu Ci Yan took Feng He's hand and walked towards the lobby step by step.

Feng He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened today?"

Fu Ci Yan tilted his head and looked at him, then laughed and quickly replied, "We have invited representatives, disciples, and elders from all the sects in the cultivation world... to have a friendly meal."

Feng He stopped moving forward. His whole body was stiff and he felt very uncomfortable.

Those people... must be people he knew before...

He used to be so high and mighty, but now he has to meet people in such an attitude...

This was simply worse than killing him.

"Can I not go?" Feng He asked carefully.

"What do you think?" Fu Ciyan said coldly, as if he was laughing at his wild imagination.

Then Feng He realized that he had to go no matter who else was going.

In the lobby, guests came and went constantly. They were all respected figures with endless spiritual power.

It was a posture that the original owner envied extremely.

Outside the temple, auspicious clouds are rolling and fairy air is floating in the air. It really looks like the gods have gathered in one place.

Feng He thought about it and buried her face stiffly in Fu Ci Yan's chest.

Fu Ci Yan's muscles tensed for a moment, and then a smile appeared in his eyes.

He pinched his master's light pink neck hidden by his long hair.

This caused Master to tremble continuously.

Fu Ci Yan was stunned. Is he already so sensitive?

There was no expression on his face.

It was not until today's protagonist arrived that the atmosphere became slightly tense.

Fu Ci Yan brought Feng He to a high position.

There was more whispering below.

"Why is there a beauty in the Spirit Master's arms..."

"Spiritual Master is so lucky. So many elders from the sects sent their beautiful daughters to serve as maids there... and now he has another stunning beauty to accompany him."

"Don't you think that beauty's figure is a bit similar to..."

"Indeed... I heard before that he treated that girl as his favorite. Now it seems that it is actually true..."

"Between master and disciple... simply...!"

"You can't say that. After all, he is the one who betrayed his trust. He actually murdered others to practice evil magic for his own benefit. It's no wonder that his apprentice is so eager to seek revenge."

"This method of revenge is somewhat intriguing..."

"Oh, I don't believe you don't want to do this to Feng Xianzun..."

Someone present said something that revealed the secret thoughts of most people, so everyone was embarrassed and kept silent.

Seeing that Feng He refused to show her face even after sitting down, Fu Ci Yan had to add a gauze curtain in front of his seat.

"Okay, Master, don't be shy anymore, you can come out now. Don't hold it in anymore."

Feng He shook her head and said sullenly, "I'm not depressed at all."

Fu Ci Yan took a deep breath and said with gritted teeth: "If you don't feel depressed, then I will feel depressed. I'm still hot, hard, and in pain."

Feng He: “…” He came out of Fu Ci Yan’s arms with a red face.

Only then did he dare to look at everything outside.

Through the gauze, one could see the densely packed guests sitting at the lower tables drinking, eating, and chatting with each other.

Feng He saw the elders and the leader of their Lingshan Sect, as well as his former eldest and second disciples.

There are actually Ji Yuan and his apprentice Wang Dingran.

Seeing Ji Yuan being released, Feng He felt a little relieved.

Fu Ci Yan seemed to have noticed Feng He's gaze and his expression turned cold.

He pinched Feng He's chin and straightened his head.

Feng He was surprised by his actions.

He covered his chin and dared not speak.

"If Master can't take care of his eyes, I don't mind locking him up again."

Feng He: “…”