Chapter 246: Are you disguised or plastic surgery for me?
Liancheng Jue? Ha, isn't that a masterpiece by Mr. Jin Yong? This guy actually has this name. He is really tough. The "masterpiece" was slightly startled, and then he exchanged a few words with Bai Zimo and the other three people very enthusiastically.
Invite them in. Bai Zimo whispered a few words to the coachman again. The coachman was also surprised that two more people appeared in the car out of thin air. He actually didn't look surprised at all and drove off on his own. This Liancheng Jue obviously and Bai Zimo
The relationship with Mo was very good. When Bai Zimo arrived here, it was as if he had arrived at his own home. He gave some rude instructions to the servants in Liancheng Jue Mansion, and those servants nodded and left in a hurry. Yi Qingchen
She took a quick bath here, and finally took off her smelly, lice-covered flower clothes. She put on the exquisite clothes that the servant had prepared for her. It was already dusk, and Yi Qingchen had just
After washing and changing, Bai Zimo knocked on the door and walked in. Behind him were four children, each holding a tray covered with white cloth. "Miss Yi, can we start?" Bai Zimo looked at her with a smile.
Start? Start with what? Yi Qingchen was confused for a moment. She had no choice but to worry about it all day. She was so sleepy that her brain became a little unclear. Bai Zimo laughed: "Girl, I don't want to change my appearance anymore."
?" Yi Qingchen then remembered it and smiled: "Haha, I didn't... I didn't forget it." Looking at the trays held by the four children, she felt that the scene was a bit familiar, and she swallowed with a grunt.
A mouthful of saliva. Dizzy, what are they holding? It can't be surgical knives and scissors, right? Seemingly seeing the confusion in Yi Qingchen's eyes, Bai Zimo's eyes flashed with interest, and with a slight wave of his hand, the four
The boy then peeled off the white cloth in the tray, revealing the things inside. Thin knives of different sizes flashed with cold light, sharp scissors, shiny iron hooks, tweezers, and seven or eight other things with no name.
There were four big trays on the table. "You, you are not a surgeon, are you? Are you disguised or doing plastic surgery for me?" Yi Qingchen shuddered violently, took a few steps back, and sat down with a thud.