Chenguang said this to cover up for his companions, but also for himself.

As the descendant of the Beiyanli clan, this face is very famous. Fortunately, it was the Blood Night Ji that I encountered just now, if it was the North Rock team, my identity would be revealed!

Once his identity as a monk of Beiyan was revealed, he had no doubt that Xiaoxiao would never care about the old feelings, and he would definitely chop himself into meat stuffing and wrap dumplings with lightning speed.

He shuddered at the thought of that scene!

"It's a great idea!"

Zhenxiao blinked, and immediately showed an excited expression.

"Are you going to make a human skin mask?"

I have long known that Xiao Chenguang has hidden a superb skill. The mask can not only be faked, but also the other party's voice and breath.

Anyway, now that the storage bag and magic weapon of the blood night are in her hands, with her identity as a cover, she can indeed help everyone change their names and operate in Xiqi justifiably.

Let alone......

What's more, I really know the little apprehension in Chenguang's heart.

His identity, as well as the tasks assigned to him by the Spirit Gate...... It's hard to think about.

He was able to come up with this method to be wronged, and it was really embarrassing for him.

"But there are only three girls out of ten of us, what about the seven of you? Can you dress up as a woman? ”

"I refuse!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yan screamed and jumped up, and he couldn't accept the thought that he was going to wear a light gauze shirt and scratch his head.

"In the general team, only the identity of the leader should be excellent, as for the entourage, find some reasons at will, and you can replace it......"

"And I saw that the two or three male attendants of the Blood Night Hime, all dressed in the same attire, all walked barefoot, naked on their upper bodies, and had lantern lights under them. He has a fire pattern painted on his chest or back, and wears an identical metal mask on his head. Masks are also very good imitations. ”

The morning light stumbled to soothe Yang Yan's irritable mood.

Then he pretended to shake out some inconspicuous stones from the storage bag of Brother Nanding.

"I just found out that the Nanding monk is still carrying some interesting little things with him, these stones seem to be able to cover the traces of cultivation on his body."

Swallowing all the tears into his belly, the morning light of the tree brought himself to Dongling, and distributed the precious jade to everyone present in case of emergency.

After getting the jade stone, Yang Yan and Shen Tu Weiran had a lot of fun, and naturally no longer cared about his idea of making everyone take off their clothes Qiao Zhuang and become a monk of Nanding.

After a pillar of incense, the oasis young master Shuizhongdi, who was carried on a stretcher with a plaster on his back, finally appeared in everyone's sight.

Accompanying him were the high priest who had not washed off the plaster on his body, and the young master's sister Shui Zhimei who still wanted to find Yang Yan to take a few bites.

"I'm sorry, I can't get up right now......"

Ping retreated, and Shui Zhongdi just wanted to apologize, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw Bloody Night Ji sitting in the pavilion.

Suddenly frightened, he almost rolled off the stretcher, and fell seriously again.

Didn't Nima, the damned intruder, be smashed in the face by the little fairy and thrown into the temple?

How could he change into a more colorful gauze skirt, surrounded by five burly men in metal masks, and appear in front of him again?

Just when the water was completely in despair.

A really small voice rang out.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we're playing." "Blood Night" grinned and rubbed her cheeks, and after a while, she removed a mask.