King Jingyang took the children into the house and shook out a bag of bottles and cans, as well as fake beards and eyebrows.
The children were stunned: "What is this?"
It's different from what they usually play.
"Look at it!"
King Jingyang didn't bother to explain, so he took out the bronze mirror, opened the bottles and jars, and smeared it on his face. After a while, the heroic and spirited man disappeared, and what appeared in front of the children was a pale-faced man who looked like a man. He looks like a sickly young man.
"Wow, what a transformation!" Mo Luoqing clapped his hands excitedly and shouted.
When he was a beggar, he saw a circus troupe. When he entered and came out, he had a different face, like two people.
"What is a great transformation into a living person?" Jiang Ziyu was confused.
Mo Luoqing immediately told him, Jiang Ziyu suddenly realized, but Jiang Ziyang and Jiang Zian looked at each other, knowing that something was not right.
"Master, are you worried about something?" Jiang Zian frowned.
King Jingyang raised his eyebrows and saw that Jiang Zian was becoming more and more satisfied. After all, it was rare for a disciple to be able to master the Jun Ti Fist in two hours. Now that he could immediately react to what was wrong, this sensitivity and straightforwardness made him even more satisfied.
"Momo and I have some enemies. Momo was arrested because of them, so we need to be careful recently."
Jiang Zian knew that King Jingyang's demeanor was definitely extraordinary, and since Gu Si acted with caution and respect in front of him, there must be something inside of Mo Mo's transformation into a beggar. He didn't ask much after hearing this, and just nodded.
"We might as well learn how to disguise ourselves. If something happens in the future, we can still use it."
He was so transparent that he saved King Jingyang a lot of words. He nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand to slide Mo Luo Qingti in front of him.
"I feel uncomfortable seeing you looking so sick. My son should be powerful and majestic!"
Mo Luoqing rolled his eyes: "I have gained a lot of weight. Mom said I look just right like this."
The mother he was talking about was of course Li. Even if his biological father was in front of him, he still called Jiang Weiming and his wife father and mother, as if he never forgot his kindness.
King Jingyang didn't care, since love and justice were one of the great virtues of their family, but the old father was very unhappy when the little brat talked to his father like this!
The result of the old father's displeasure was that when Mo Luoqing looked at himself in the mirror, his face was so disgraced and so black that he could dig out dirt, he burst into tears.
"It's so ugly. I'm not that ugly!"
"Uuuuuuuuah, this is definitely not me!"
Everyone quickly gathered around and saw that the originally handsome Mo Luoqing now had a sullen face with droopy eyes, like a wild child digging for food in the farmland.
When Jiang Ziyu's comforting words came to her lips, she really couldn't resist the ugly face and subconsciously covered her face.
"I, I don't want to paint so ugly!"
Mo Luoqing, who had originally expected him to comfort him, burst into tears again when he heard this. While crying, he hit King Jingyang with his fist.
"You are a bad guy, a bad guy, I will never call you dad again!"
King Jingyang accepted the good appreciation for a while, and then patted Mo Luoqing on the head.
"Silly boy, what do you know? The more ugly you are, the less anyone will look at you, the safer you will be, do you understand?!"
Mo Luoqing would not listen to his explanation, but Tuantuan reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes.
He turned his head with tears in his eyes, his makeup was smeared with tears, and his face was covered with black water, but he didn't realize it and looked at Tuantuan with choked sobs.
"Is it true that the uglier the safer?"
Tuantuan, who originally wanted to comfort: "..."
Who will cover her eyes? She will also cry because of the ugliness!