Chapter 618: Who is ugly

After a while, he came back again, still holding a wilted golden eagle in his arms.
"What's wrong with it?"
Bro Hengsi knew that Shen Qingci was here, so Zhefeng should also come. When necessary, the effect of Zhefeng can be comparable to ten masters, and sometimes such ten masters do not have it. Useful.
Shen Qingci raised his face again and stared at the big bird for several seconds.
"It's probably the same as me."
"En?" Luo Heng worryed, "Why is it the same as you?"
"hungry."
Shen Qingci picked up the bun again and took a bite.
The golden eagle’s fruit is really hungry now, both of the birds’ eyes are glowing green. Any bird is kept in the box for a whole day in order not to be found. It is almost tortured.
"Ask what's in the inn and feed it some."
Shen Qingci also didn't go to pick up the golden eagle. She used to take this eagle very seriously, but when going out, everyone can take the position of a bird, let alone the status of a bird.
Evergreen had to go out holding the golden eagle, and I also found a store to ask for some meat. The store that happened to have received a rabbit that had just died not long ago. When the store took it out and gave it to Evergreen, Qing had no affection for the rabbit at all.
The golden eagle held by Changqing was also the same. A pair of bird eyes just glanced at the dead rabbit, and then it was dejected and dejected.
It was not long after that, Changqing took a plate, peeled it, washed it, and put the cut meat in front of the golden eagle.
"Uncle Bird, you can eat it."
The golden eagle still raised his bird's head pretentiously. Its owner and hostess all understood its actions, that is, it wants to feed.
But Changqing is not its male and female master. He eats steamed buns himself now. Wherever he eats the meat, this bird’s food is better than him. Besides, so many people are suffering from natural disasters. Some of them are good. He I'm not picking anymore. What qualifications does a bird have to pick?
Seeing that no one paid attention to it, the golden eagle had no choice but to jump on the table aggrievedly, and then eat the meat on the plate piece by piece.
Changqing put his feet on the table.
Come on, all this way, he wants to be with this bird ancestor.
The feathers on the golden eagle bird's head could not help but stand up, seeming to be very humane and arouse the spirit. This is to bow his head again and eat the plate of rabbit meat on the table.
"Well, you can eat well, aftertaste after eating."
Changyi patted the head of the golden eagle, "You can only eat now. After a few days, you have to find something to eat by yourself."
When the time comes, they are all looking at the road. They can only eat dry food. Who still has time to feed the birds?
The feathers on the golden eagle's body exploded again, and when he had finished eating the rabbit meat on the plate, he grabbed his foot on the table and stood there with his eyes closed.
"It's really dirty," Chang Qing picked up the plate with two fingers, and then threw it outside. This was preparing to go to bed, but he didn't understand why everyone else was sleeping with others, but he had to follow it. A bird sleeps?
"It's ugly!" He snorted and turned to sleep. Fortunately, the golden eagle can't understand people's words. Otherwise, I am afraid that the mouth will follow the peck on Changqing's face to relieve his breath.
Who is ugly, yes, who is ugly.
It's ugly for you to make a flick, and even your hair is not long.
And when it was not dawn the next day, they had already set off.
Shen Qingci has changed into menswear, her face is beautiful, but her eyes are always slightly cold, and the corners of her beautiful lips are rarely bent, so she wears them flat. In her body, she didn’t even feel that there was such a violation. In addition, she did not have any femininity in her actions, and she did not raise herself so tenderly. When she made money, she was simply cruel, and the six relatives did not recognize her. of.
Fortunately, branding the hat on Shen Qing's head, pretending to be a man, is very similar. I don’t mention her appearance. She is very delicate, but she is unique in terms of her charm. In addition, Shen Qingci is not an ordinary woman. An ordinary woman takes good care of her hair. If one loses one of her hair, she will cry for a long time.
And when he is good, he can't cut it off with a pair of scissors, and he still doesn't feel distressed at all. Moreover, looking at her technique, I think there are many cuts in the weekdays. Otherwise, how can it be done? Up and down, so neat and simple.
Shen Qingci did cut her own hair. She didn't like too long hair. It was suitable. If she spends a few hours a day, it will be on her head and tell her how much she wants to make less money. So, she Her hair has always been shorter than other women. It’s also a disadvantage that she has a very good little plum that can comb her hair very beautifully, so sometimes it makes people feel. The reason why her hair is too small is that no one has ever known that she actually cut her own hair just to make more money.
Therefore, Shen Qingci is indeed cruel enough to make money. It is also cruel enough.
Shen Qingci shook his hair, "Am I like a man?"
She hasn’t acted like this before, but it’s quite fun, and there is an indescribable feeling in her heart, like excitement, like eagerness, or she gave birth to a daughter His body, but his biased temperament is like a man.
Or she would go to the army, but it seems that she doesn't like fighting, she likes to earn money, maybe because the bronze smell on her body is too heavy, so she is different from those noble ladies in Beijing.
"You are a little book boy."
Brando Hengli smiled, "Just be my little book boy."
"Okay," Shen Qingci doesn't care about his status, as long as he can follow.
"Let's go," Luo Hengli straightened Shen Qingci's hair again, making the bun on her head more neatly combed, and when he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Shen Qingci stretched out his hand.
However, Lao Hengsi smiled, and then left in a big stride, and Shen Qingci had to trot to follow.
She gnawed at her fingernails, and then remembered what she was wearing now. This was to organize her clothes and her femininity, and strode to keep up with the branding.
She is no one else now, but Luo Hengsi's book boy, no masters hold the book boy's hand. If these are known, they might be passed on to brand Hengsi as a man.