Fortunately, Wan Changsheng is still smart, and he didn't take the opportunity to do it.

Under the moment before Lin Chuni lost her mind, she could also think of this principle of action, which was nothing more than using the air pressure on her abdomen and chest to squeeze out the things that choked on the trachea.

The main reason is that the girl's waist is too thin, and he doesn't know how to touch it along the ribs. He probably found a position in his waist and abdomen, pushed it upwards, and did several times in a row, basically squeezing the girl's waist and chest.

As for his movement of holding the girl from behind and half of his body close together, many people stopped to look at the entrance of the alley!

Obviously, he has upgraded from a scumbag to a gangster.

By this time, Lin Chuni was basically weak and her hands were drooping, and she could not support her standing.

Wan Changsheng tried several parts more vigorously.

Lin Chuni suddenly uh and spit out half of the braised egg!

My whole body was limp, just like cooked noodles.

Wan Changsheng carefully held the girl and sat down on the steps beside him, found a tissue from his pocket and handed it over silently.

Then... the damn guy actually squatted back and picked up the remaining braised pork rice to eat, but his eyes were always looking at the girl.

It was not until Lin Chuni, who had been walking for a while at the critical moment of life and death, finally recovered some strength and raised her hand to him weakly to make a drink of water. The guy remembered to run outside the entrance of the alley to buy water.

By the way, it also dispersed the tourists who were watching the fun outside!

After drinking half a bottle of water, the beautiful woman leaned against the door wall finally returned to her usual color, but her eyes were still a little red: "I... If I really choked to death, I will definitely die with my eyes."

Wan Changsheng dared not speak or ask too much. He could only think that it was so scary?

Looking at the culprit on the ground, Lin Chuni said quietly: "It's just a while. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you fool wouldn't know what to do, right?"

Wan Changsheng quickly shook his head: "No, I have never encountered such a thing."

Lin Chuni leaned on her weakly, but her eyes were still at Wan Changsheng, with no focus or emotion.

This made Wan Changsheng very guilty and still felt reminded that he even crossed his hands and squatted at the bottom of the wall, as if someone was about to catch him and buy him.

It was noisy outside, it was quiet and quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

What broke the atmosphere was a man coming from outside, with a tall figure in dust, holding his cell phone to an excited tone: "Ouye...queen,queen!"

Wan Changsheng looked up at the foreign uncle in front of him for no reason. The old man in his forties and fifties was so white that he was red. He was wearing a traveling jacket and his sparse hair and his face were novel. He said to him: "Hi?￥amp;amp;%*@!"

Oh, sorry, Guanyin Temple rarely receives foreign tourists. Wan Changsheng's teaching-style English dialogue is basically zero. Even if he has seen foreign figures occasionally in Shumei, he has never dealt with him.

It’s not his turn to speak in the museum.

Fortunately, Lin Chuni has returned from the verge of collapse just now, and reached out to pull up her mask to cover her face: "Harrow..."

The fluent English made Wan Changsheng admire him suddenly.

Then he tried hard to stand up from the stairs but couldn't do it. He gave Wan Changsheng a fierce look: "Help me! There is no price for your eyesight! Clean the ground quickly!"

After being helped up by Wan Changsheng, he moved up step by step with the wall, but the English conversation did not stop. Wan Changsheng was surprised that the foreign customer seemed to be far away, but he still found a broom in the alley to clean the broken rice bowl and other bowls of rice before following him.

He has never dealt with foreigners, but he is still a little curious about the country people.

After he came up for a while, the foreign old man had already taken off his shirt and lay barely on the flat folding chair. Lin Chuni took a white roller and quickly brushed the skin, and then quietly instructed Wan Changsheng: "My hands are shaking violently now, please help me draw his picture on the skin."

The four girls over there all looked up, and the flat-headed girl was about to spit out the eyes of her eyes!

I saw that Lin Chuni had opened a folder beside the workbench. In the printed photos signed in English, there were both the foreigner's shirtless simulation and detailed labels of the patterns spread out.

Let’s look at the area where Lin Chuni painted it. There is a turbid and dull gray-green anchor tattoo. It turns out that the newly designed tattoo was covered on this basis.

With just one glance, Wan Changsheng couldn't hold back his hand!

Yes, yes, nodded quickly, and took the special pen and painted it on the skin of foreigners.

This is also a new first time.

The starting point is also very high.

Lin Chuni also smashed him with double disposable rubber gloves.

Then I was able to get up and leave, and went over and whispered to my companions: "People have good fortune and good fortune every now. I really believe this sentence now. Ten minutes ago, I almost died..."

The four girls were immediately startled by her opening remarks.

Lin Chuni sat down next to them, quickly shook her hands to relax her muscles and bones, and then said: "A braised egg choked into the trachea. This kind of elastic colloid is easier to block the trachea than cartilage. At that moment, I really felt that my whole brain was deficient in oxygen. I was completely reminded that idiot to use Heimlik's first aid method before falling into a coma. Do you still remember? We learned it in high school..."

The girls were amazed.

Even though Lin Chuni described it in calm language that foreigners could not understand, it still sounded horrible: "At that moment, I really felt like I was drowning, and I even saw a beam of light shining down and asked me to go over..."

Wan Changsheng could vaguely hear it, but at this time his attention was obviously on painting.

He has never painted this kind of ink painting.

It should be a martial arts style, with long hair spread out and holding a long sword. Except for the half-covered face, neckline, sword hilt, and fingers, the other parts, starting from the ends of the long hair to the black robe, they all look like the misty blown away by the wind and sand!

The feeling of wind and cold Yishui is fully interpreted by this ink and wash effect!

You can even feel the confusion of people in the world about the future!

So Wan Changsheng finds it very novel. Art really has countless forms of expression, and this expression is indeed awesome!

Drawing very vigorously.

Of course, he also understood that this was someone else's creation, but the situation was special and he took the class. He didn't dare to modify it casually. He just expressed the artwork according to the same pattern. Anyway, he made a diagram of the effect, so he was right to draw it accordingly.

But even tattoo artists often make drafts on their skin, so they are not as accurate and fast as his easy-to-drawing of gold hooks and iron wire.

It can be said that it is done in minutes.

I couldn't wait to get up and greet Lin Chuni to show off.

Lin Chuni, who had been resting for at least ten minutes, was so angry that she wanted to put Wan Changsheng on the face of the braised pork rice that she had not eaten.

Especially, he looked like a silly looking at him, and he became angry when he saw it!

But the foreign uncle lying there had already seen the monochrome hook on his arm in front of the wall mirror, and was surprised and ok, ok, Weiwenergood!

She had to get up and grit her teeth as she intertwined: "You are a pig! Can't I give me a rest?"

Now even the four girls over there could hear that the tone was completely different from before. They were a little angry tone, and they were very familiar with each other.

Wan Changsheng almost forgot about this matter, and he was sorry to find something to delay.

Lin Chuni had already sat on the work roller stool next to her, and she was unceremoniously directing Wan Changsheng to bring the objects on the workbench to her, with anesthetic rollers, voltage adjustment, tissues, and pigments. Speaking of which, her monochrome ink was quite worry-free in terms of pigments.

In short, it is to command Wan Changsheng in a row.

Half of it is because what happened just now has something to do with me, and half is because I am curious about this skill.

Wan Changsheng did it happily, and stood by the side attentively watching Lin Chuni tried the tattoo gun a few times, and communicated in English. Like a doctor and nurse, he also showed that the needle was now unpacked and disposable aseptic. He even explained the ink brand, and basically he had done enough delaying tactics.

Then I started working with a wet tissue and a needle gun in one hand.

After all, tattoos are made by penetrating ink into the bottom of the skin when using a needle to form a pattern.

There is indeed such a way of painting in the Academy of Fine Arts, which is to use extremely thin needle pens, and only dot-shaped pens are used to combine them into various patterns, and to simply arrange the sparse and dense arrays to express the changes in light and darkness.

Lin Chuni's ink tattooing method in front of her is obviously a new effect in this simple way.

This is like there are only 26 English letters and only thousands of Chinese characters. It is difficult for many people to combine essays, but some people can turn them into moving stories in a scattered manner.

Everyone knows the arrangement of letters and Chinese characters, but how to look good is the most important thing.

The notes are even more obvious. If the notes of the Dorami Fashuo are combined into wonderful music by masters, it is good if ordinary people can pronounce them.

Modern electric tattoo guns are used to quickly arrange the needle tips at high speed, which is much faster than before, using gold needles for my mother-in-law to tattoo them.

Wan Changsheng held his arm and watched the agile ink and washes change in concentration, and began to advance in pieces on the skin of the foreign uncle.

At this time, Lin Chuni was also immersed in her artistic creation.

The pattern drawn by Wan Changsheng is very delicate, so she almost doesn't have to worry about distortion, so she never stopped after turning on the motor.

In order to prevent shirtless guests from feeling cold, the air conditioner in the room was very warm.

The concentration of operating an electric equipment is actually very tiring and exhausting, and it also requires such a meticulousness.

So the fine beads of sweat soon appeared on the only little bit of eyes, forehead skin that Lin Chuni showed.

Wan Changsheng hasn't reacted yet.

Lin Chuni had already used her full Jing accent and her voice burst out from her throat with a loud voice: "What are you doing! Wipe my sweat..."

The abundant volume showed that her trachea must have been completely cured.

Wan Changsheng was hesitating about this, and the girl with flat heads squeezed over without hesitation: "Start up! Nothing is worth the price..."
Chapter completed!