Tang Yuyao smiled slightly and slowly raised his head. At that moment, Xiao immediately closed his mouth. The person in front of him was no longer Tang Yuyao, but the captain of the team just now. Net

"Hey hey hey, what is this? This is really magical. Oh my god, what did I see? Is this a miracle?"

Xiao Xiao was quiet for a while, and finally couldn't bear the surprise in his heart and shouted: "If you hadn't been standing in front of me, I would have almost jumped up from this sofa, my God, it's so similar, no,

It should be said that from now on, you are him, okay, tell me, when did you start your disguise?"

Tang Yuyao smiled slightly and said, "Just now, I asked him how to deal with the corpses of your people."

Murong Qian was watching from the side, her eyes could be said to be full of brilliance. In just a short period of time, Tang Yuyao, right next to her, once again showed a skill that she had never known before, and this skill was obvious to everyone.

Looks like it's really amazing.

Whether the art of disguise is magical or not is a matter of opinion. However, for a woman like Murong Qian who has already stepped into love, any new skill of Tang Yuyao is a magical thing in her mind.

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Tang Yuyao turned to look at Murong Qian at this time and said: "Okay, close your eyes. It's time for me to put on makeup for you. Don't move around. It won't hurt. I'll let the muscles on your face change a little bit."

This method was taught to me by an old man. Of course, the old man himself was not good at these things. Only an upright and good man like me can learn it well."

Murong Qian almost laughed out loud because of Tang Yuyao's boasting, but her face was pressed tightly by Tang Yuyao and she could not move, so in the end she could only shrug her shoulders twice to show her smile.

Correspondingly, Tang Yuyao's warm palm made Murong Qian's heart begin to beat uncontrollably.

It was a very powerful, but also very delicate palm. When such a hand crossed Murong Qian's face, it did not have the rough feeling that those thick and strong man's palms should have. In other words, Tang Yuyao's hand did not look like a dry hand.

The hands of a living person are like the hands of an artist who writes and writes every day. Whether it is well-maintained or the skin is good, in short, Tang Yuyao's hands on Murong Qian's face did not make Murong Qian feel uncomfortable.

, on the contrary, I felt a little comfortable.

Such hands had a strange sense of warmth. When the palm of his hand brushed against Murong Qian's brow, Murong Qian didn't know why, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation sliding down the defense line of her forehead and into her body.

Her whole body was a little soft, and this numbness did not make her feel painful, but made her feel very comfortable, so much so that she almost moaned lowly because of this comfort, and those things that were about to flow out of her mouth unconsciously

She suddenly realized something was wrong and swallowed it, but this move eventually made her cough violently.

Tang Yuyao patted her back gently and said: "Okay, okay, my handiwork is finished. Go take a look in the mirror and see how my craftsmanship is."

Without a pen or tools, Murong Qian could not imagine what kind of disguise skills Tang Yuyao could do with his bare hands. Although a living example was right in front of her, just now Tang Yuyao made him look like a captain out of thin air.
Chapter completed!