"Dao Qiongcang, what are you doing?"
The storyteller stared for a long time and couldn't help but speak out.
The road to Xuyue Gray Palace would be boring and boring, if it were missing Dao Qiongtian.
No, the program of the Sword Immortal Battle in the Central Realm has just ended, and this guy can't rest for a moment and has started a new life.
He's currently tinkering with what he's got...
"I call it the 'Smiley Mask'."
Dao Qiongcang is not stingy about introducing his proud inventions to others. He believes that the desire to share is a high-level desire that cannot be curbed.
After tinkering for so long, seeing that someone was finally interested, he handed the thing in his hand over, "Do you want to try it?"
Where is the mask?
The mask is stuck in front of the face, and what Dao Qiongcang is holding in his hand is clearly a hood, or helmet!
"don't want."
The storyteller refused outright and disgustedly, but still couldn't help but wonder, "What's the use?"
Dao Qiongcang grabbed his helmet and said nothing. He pushed up the flesh on his cheeks, pursed his mouth into a slit, and began to laugh.
"sky……"
"Don't tell me to knock him down!" The storyteller took the lead in interrupting the spell casting.
"This is the Tianji Mask." Dao Qiongcang lifted the helmet in his hand and explained himself, "As long as you put on this magical 'smiling mask', no matter what your cultivation level is, no matter what angle you look at it from, the wearer will smile.
...Even if you are looking at the back of my head, I still have a face and I am still smiling, isn’t it awesome?”
Several people in the group stopped in their tracks.
After swiping, he rushed forward again, as if he didn't want to be forcibly detained.
The storyteller opened his red lips again and again, and finally decided not to ask.
As long as this topic is not continued, the slutty old man will have no way to continue.
What my brother said was indeed true. This guy's puberty came belatedly, after he turned fifty.
"You really want to try this mask!" Who would have thought that he would be half a step behind when Dao Qiongcang caught up with him and tried to put the helmet into his hand.
"No." The storyteller ran towards his brother.
"You have many questions to ask." Dao Qiongcang began to chase around Bazun.
"No!"
"It doesn't matter if you ask. I will give you the answers one by one. This mask is very interesting..."
"Get lost!"
After being dumped, Dao Qiongcang asked for trouble and put the helmet on his head, "Hehe."
The weird laughter coming from behind made several people's scalps go cold.
But this time, no one looked back. Everyone walked faster and faster, for fear that someone would continue the topic.
"whee."
The laughter appeared again.
It's like putting it next to someone's ear, blowing cold wind and laughing at the same time, making them want to shiver.
"Don't..."
The storyteller couldn't help but look back.
It didn't matter what he saw, and he shuddered.
Dao Qiongcang didn't know when he started walking backwards, showing his butt to others, and at the same time, he was moving back and forth like a crab. His hands were moving fast and his steps were fast - otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep up with the speed of everyone else.
Even so, there really is an extra human face on the back of his head.
The face's nose is a nose, and its eyes are eyes. In short, it's lifelike, just the smile squeezed at the corner of the mouth, matching his eyes - no matter which angle you look at it, he will stare at you and smile, it's so weird.
"Are you sick?!" The storyteller almost slapped him.
"Hehe, smiley mask."
"Huh, bear it, bear it... if people don't play with you, don't follow them!" The storyteller shook his head, stamped his feet, and walked away quickly.
"Hehe." The wind blew up behind his head again.
The hair on the storyteller's body stood on end, and he punched behind with his backhand. As a result, he turned around and walked backwards to Dao Qiongtian, which was actually a few steps away from everyone else.
"So, what function does it have?" Without turning his head, the eight masters pulled the storyteller aside and asked what someone wanted to be asked.
"Hehe." The back of Dao Qiongcang's head suddenly beamed, "As I said, the smiley face mask means that no matter what angle you look at, I always have a smiling face."
Bazun looked back.
Dao Qiongcang bowed to him, without moving his head and turning around from the neck down. Even so, there was a smiling face on his head.
"Hehe, it's awesome, do you want to give it a try?"
"...Thank you, no need to."
Ba Zunzhen couldn't bear it anymore and touched Gou Wuyue with his elbow.
Gou Wuyue turned around and saw a smiling face on Dao Qiongtian who was walking with his shoulders slanted - where his ears should have been.
Not to mention, Gou Wuyue stared at it seriously for a while and found no flaws, even if she used her spiritual sense to look at it...
No matter how you scan, you can only see Dao Qiongang's smiling face, but not the back of his head.
"He means, what's the point of making a smiley headgear with this kind of function?" Gou Wuyue hesitated for a long time and asked for Bazun.
"Hehe, it's a smiley mask." Dao Qiongcang corrected his wording first, and then said, "Always smile, and good luck always comes."
"That's it?"
"Hehe, isn't this enough? Life must be for meaning. Isn't it allowed to do a meaningless thing?"
These words successfully silenced Gou Wuyue.
"ill."
"Not light."
"What the hell..." Lian Wei crazy couldn't bear it anymore.
Amidst the low curses, Dao Qiongcang walked from behind to the front of a few people, singing and dancing on the sand, like a beautiful swan.
"Oh oh oh~ Happiness is priceless~ Let me tell you, if you wear it all day long, you are wearing a mask. Wearing a mask like this is called taking off the mask... Ning Honghong, I want to try the taste of happiness
?"
"Go away, whoever likes the broken mask will wear it, but he doesn't wear it anyway!"
"Yeah yeah yeah~Long live happiness~Senior Wei crazy, you have never been released in your life, right? In fact, you don't know that you at the entrance of the ruins of the God-killing Officer are the real you, why don't you put on a mask for fun?"
"Come on, I won't be able to wear your mask until I die!"
"Oh~ Lao Gou..."
"Sorry, make way."
"Yeah~Xiaoba..."
"Did you offend someone?" Ba Zunzhen held his four fingers against the spinning head in front of him.
Dao Qiongcang paused for a moment, then took his head out of the hood, then spun around magnificently, opened his hands wide, and said with a smile: "No, why do you say that~"
With a snap, Ba Zunzhen threw the limp hood on his face, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something."
"What words?"
“Don’t reach out and hit the smiling person.”
The smile on Dao Qiongcang's face did not change. After laughing, he put his hood back on, "That's funny, Xiaoba, how could you have such an innocent idea?"
"I wish I was naive."
Dao Qiongcang then selectively ignored this boring guy, turned around a few more times and came to Wei Feng, gesturing to his smiling mask, "Would you like one? He's very happy~"
To be continued...