363 Chapter 17, Dress Up

After running in one breath for half an hour, Hoffa and Miranda stopped panting. At this moment, the rain was a little heavy, and Miranda grabbed Hoffa's wrist and came to shelter from the rain under a cliff in a mountain stream.

There is a small stream in the mountain stream, and there are many giant boulders scattered in disorder beside the stream.

Seeing that no one was chasing after her, Miranda sighed, and sat down on a boulder by the stream, probably because she had been walking in the rain for too long, and the wet shoes made her uncomfortable, so she took off her shoes and socks, and put her feet on the ground. Soak in the stream. In his hand, he poured the gravel and water from his boots.

After pouring the gravel out of her shoes, she beckoned to Hoffa who was standing aside, "Come here, let me see."

"Look at what?"

"Face."

Hoffa approached and bent down. Miranda touched the welts on his face and scolded, "The old man doesn't attack lightly or hard."

"You know him?"

Hoffa was curious.

"I don't know." Miranda lazily pushed Hoffa away and said, "These British guys are all similar in appearance, and they are not recognizable."

Hoffa thought to himself, aren't you a Brit? As a result, just thinking about it made my head hurt. He quickly diverted his attention and stared at Miranda's feet soaked in the water. Those feet were as white as jade, with slender ankles, clear blood vessels, and very skinny. The ends of the toes were pointed, and they were a little red from walking for a long time. They were very beautiful.

Hey, it doesn't hurt immediately after seeing this.

After scolding the shepherd, Miranda began to accuse Hoffa again.

"You are too reckless."

She complained: "That kind of talk is a riddle at first glance. How can you answer the code casually. Now it's all right, I will be kicked out after a face-to-face meeting, and it will not be easy to get in again."

"Well"

Hoffa stared at the swaying feet in the water and said, "Do you have to go in through him, can't you go somewhere else?"

"Try it. Hogsmeade is just that big, and the Pig's Head is even smaller. God knows if you'll be seen when you go in."

"Then what do you say?"

"Let's dress up in disguise."

"How to dress up?"

"It's simple, you just don't want to be a human being. Hehe, what did that old guy say, I remember your face. If you ask me, you are not very recognizable. Just pretend to be a monkey and go in." Miranda The stone laughed.

"Yes, that sounds good, how about you, pretending to be a female orangutan?"

Hoffa answered unconsciously.

Crash!

Hoffa was kicked in the face by Miranda, and he quickly took a few steps back, wiping the water off his face.

"Haven't seen it? It's weird."

I saw Miranda crossing her legs by the spring, holding her shoes and frowning, saying, "Are your feet pretty? Keep staring at them."

Hoffa looked at the water dripping from his toes, nodded, and exclaimed, "I didn't notice it before, it's really beautiful."

Snapped.

Snapped.

Hoffa lowered his head and dodged two shoes that were thrown towards him in succession.

Miranda kicked the mud on the ground a few times with her bare feet, and her toes were blackened. She sneered, "Now, does it look good?"

Hoffa fell silent.

"Let's go, let's find some material and dress up in disguise. Don't let that old thing recognize you again." Miranda said.

Hoffa asked her, picking up the shoe from the floor.

"Aren't you wearing shoes?"

"It's good enough to let you see if you like it."

Miranda sneered.

After finishing speaking, she walked on the ground with bare feet. Hoffa didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Miranda's gourd, so he could only follow her. She ran to the woods and began to pick leaves and vines. While picking the leaves, he used Hoffa as free labor, and stuffed the picked vines and leaves into his arms. Soon, the vines and leaves in Hoffa's arms were as tall as a person.

But Miranda was not satisfied. She saw a lot of vines hanging on a tall ash tree, but she couldn't reach it, so she waved to Hoffa and said, "Come here."

Hoffa, carrying a pile of cane, passed by.

Miranda said, "Help me, let me step on your shoulder, I can't reach it."

"Why do you need so many rattans?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's to help you find magic." Miranda said as a matter of course: "Hurry up, don't ink."

Hoffa glanced at Miranda's feet covered with moss and dirt, and said indignantly, "You did it on purpose."

Miranda couldn't help smiling, but she recovered her seriousness in a second, and said calmly, "How is this intentional? Do you want me to step on your shoulders with shoes on? The soles are very hard. Oh."

Hoffa gritted his teeth. In order to find the magic, he had no choice but to compromise, put down the cane and bent down. Miranda quickly supported his head and stepped on his shoulders to stand up. While standing, he said: "Help me up, don't let me fall."

Hoffa grabbed Miranda's ankle as he said, and slowly stood up. Miranda successfully reached the vine on the tree, while Hoffa couldn't help but look at the feet next to his shoulders, and then at Miranda above.

He always felt bad and ran into other people's crotch

Miranda sensed his raising his head, and Miranda kicked Hoffa in the face with his ankle and said, "Don't look around."

Hoffa's face was covered with mud from his feet, and he was a little unhappy. He always felt that Miranda was deliberately punishing him. Obviously, there were vines in other places, and she insisted on this tree.

With this in mind, he decided to frighten Miranda.

Miranda finished picking the rattan, and when she was about to come down, Hoffa suddenly shook his shoulders and let go of his hands. Miranda screamed, lost her balance and nearly fell off his shoulders.

"Are you sick! Hoffa?"

Barely keeping her balance, she cursed angrily on Hoffa's shoulder.

"Haha." Hoffa felt the long-lost happiness, and he shook more vigorously.

"Ah! You are going to die!"

Miranda stepped on Hoffa angrily.

As a result, under one step, he completely lost his balance and fell down.

Hoffa just wanted to scare her, not actually throw her. Seeing that she was really about to fall, he quickly reached out to help her, and even he lost his balance, so Miranda sat on his shoulder and slid to his chest, accompanied by inertia and gravity, falling He fell to the ground.

Being sat on the chest like this, Hoffa didn't catch his breath. When he caught his breath, he saw Miranda sitting on his chest, staring at him blankly.

I don't know if it's Hoffa's illusion, but he thinks this angle looks familiar. This moment of familiarity made his brain ache instantly, the blood vessels in his nasal cavity burst, and he lay on the ground, tears almost came out of pain.

Seeing blood flowing from Hoffa's nose again, Miranda's expression changed, and she quickly got up and lay on Hoffa's body, reaching out to wipe the blood from his nasal cavity.

"What's wrong, have a headache again?"

she asked with concern.

The pain is only momentary, not as long-lasting as usual headaches. Hoffa didn't dare to do it any more. He hurriedly got up from the ground and said, "No, it might be because of you. You are too heavy."

After speaking, he reached out to pull Miranda up. But his words annoyed Miranda, she reached out and opened Hoffa's hand, stood up with a cold snort, and stuffed all the rattan around him into his arms.

After picking the leaves, the two returned to the stream, and Miranda lit a fire. Then she wove cane by the fire. At first, Hoffa didn't know what she was doing, but as the vines gradually took shape, he realized that it turned out to be a costume, with a hood, a corset and a skirt, which looked like a stage actor playing a primitive man. Wear the same thing.

She weaves two sets in total, one is made of rattan, and the other is mostly made of leaves, which looks like the dense feathers of birds.

Hoffa couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are you so proficient?"

"If you live long enough, you will naturally develop some strange abilities." Miranda said coldly, "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close your eyes, I'm going to change clothes."

Miranda said.

Hoffa was shocked, he looked around: "Here??"

Miranda directly put a circle of green leaf hood on Hoffa's head, and said, "You talk a lot of nonsense, shut it up if you're told."

After speaking, she took off her jacket by the fire, revealing the underwear inside. Hoffa saw the slim figure of the girl by the fire through the leaves, and quickly closed his eyes.

Not long after, the green thing on his head was removed. Miranda said, "Come on, open your eyes."

Hoffa opened his eyes and gasped. I saw Miranda finished taking off the street girl's clothes she had in London, and then put on the rattan grass skirt she wove herself. At this moment, most of her body was exposed to the air, her thighs, arms, and lower abdomen , neck, almost like a mannequin sent to the runway by some too eccentric designer.

"Is it nice?" she asked.

Hoffa was shocked for a long time and said, "Aren't you cold?"

"It's okay," Miranda said, "as long as you can get in, it's just a matter of being cold."

As she said that, she grabbed a handful of leaves and glued them to her hair in a mess. After doing this, it was not enough. She also found some ocher stones from the stream, and put them on the cobblestones by the stream to grind them, and finally ground them into a red color. of powder on the face.

In the end, she managed to transform from a normal girl in jeans and a leather jacket into a female version of Tarzan who looked like she had lived in the primeval forest for twenty years.

"Are you really going to pretend to be an orangutan?"

Hoffa said with concern.

"Guys who don't know anything, this is Celtic. Those guys will definitely not recognize them, and they might be very welcome." Miranda said as she painted ocher patterns on her body.

"That's for sure"

Hoffa thought, this difference can no longer be described in words.

Before long, her body exposed to the air was also covered with weird patterns. She threw another set of leaves at Huo********* you. "

Miranda said, "Put it on."

Hoffa glanced at the pile of leaves in his hand, then at what Miranda was wearing, and couldn't help wondering how this guy was so relaxed. If he was allowed to hang around in front of others wearing this kind of thing, I'm afraid he would dig out a single-family house with his toes on the ground.

"Hurry up, take advantage of the dark, let's solve it quickly."

Miranda looked at the dim sky and said anxiously.

Hoffa gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Then don't look."

"No one cares about you."

Miranda urged, jumping onto a boulder by the stream, with her back to Hoffa, watching from a distance.

Hoffa took off his clothes carefully, and put on the leaf suit Miranda gave him. Soon, he turned into a human-shaped haystack wrapped in green, which looked very hidden.

"I'm fine," Hoffa said.

The drizzle in the sky slowly stopped, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed, revealing the moonlight hidden behind the dark clouds. Miranda turned her head and jumped off the boulder. Under the moonlight, her bare skin was white and glowing, and the ocher lines on her skin were inexplicably mysterious and grotesque.

Miranda looked at the leaf man in front of him and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to speak, and everything is left to me, understand?"

"Why?" Hoffa asked.

"Why don't you ask, if you really want to see magic."

Miranda said with a solemn expression.