闪乐

The spiritual power rolled back with the petals, exploded in the palm, turned into fresh juice, condensed into a new mask, and applied it to Lin Yixuan's face again.

The young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes has turned into a handsome little book boy, with big obsidian-like eyes, which are particularly beautiful.

"Okay, this is good."

The brothers' eyes lit up, and they all clapped their hands and applauded loudly.

"Next, Brother Meng, you come."

Lin Qingluo smiled, turned her spiritual power into juice, and put another mask on Wang Meng.

Still thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face is a little mature, he looks like a young man who has passed the age of weak crown.

"good."

Lin Jinlong patted his thigh and praised loudly: "With Mengzi's size, this mask is perfect."

"right."

Shitou answered the conversation very smoothly: "He is relatively old-looking and looks older than his peers. Let him experience the feeling of being an adult in advance, which is not bad."

"Fuck you, who are you calling an old man?"

When Wang Meng heard this, he was unhappy, and wanted to hit him with his fist.

"Who else but you?"

The stone is as slippery as a catfish, and it avoids it quickly, but its mouth still doesn't stop.

"I'm only fourteen years old. I'm old-fashioned. I know how to teach others. Listening to your nagging every day makes my ears almost callused."

"You owe a lesson."

Wang Meng's face darkened, and the thick black ink could be seen through the mask.

"Okay, Stone, it's your turn."

Lin Qingluo interrupted the bickering between the two with a smile, the palm of his hand flickered, and a new mask was condensed and formed.

"Master, don't forget to give me that little bit."

Shitou licked his face and leaned in front of the little master, flirting cheaply.

"I'm going, I'm about to throw up."

Feng Yi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and covered his mouth as if vomiting.

"What does that mean?"

Lin Qingluo suppressed a smile, pretending to be puzzled, and waved him to apply a mask.

Shi Shi's thin face changed into a wrinkled, seventy-something old man.

"Hahaha."

The brothers were all enjoying themselves, patting their thighs and laughing wantonly.

Feng Yi lost his breath from laughing, his cheeks were flushed, and his breath was not smooth.

"Master, you are dishonest, and deliberately tricked me with your petty temper."

Shi Shi sensitively sensed that something was wrong, rushed into the tent, took out a small mirror, saw his appearance clearly by the light of the fire, wailed, and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha."

The brothers were even happier, laughing and making a fuss.

"Master, I'm no longer talkative, change it for me."

Shitou didn't give up, he got up from the ground, licked his face and moved to the little master's side, entangled him hard.

"This face is too ugly. Wearing this mask to go to Barbarian Square City will cause psychological shadows."

"That's what you said."

Lin Qingluo pretended to be angry, and reprimanded him with a stern face: "From now on, you can no longer flirt and provoke others on purpose."

"Okay, I promise not."

Shitou licked his face and smiled, agreeing happily.

"Pan An's appearance is too eye-catching. It's not suitable for going out for a trip. Let's change it to something more ordinary."

Lin Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, lightly raised his right hand, and changed another mask for him.

This time it was much more pleasing to the eye, and he turned into a handsome boy, with eyeballs rolling around, revealing a sense of wit.

"It's cheap."

Feng Yi scolded with a smile: "You should let him hang around with an old face and get a lesson."

"I think so too."

Wang Meng put his arms around his chest and squinted at him.