Chapter 735: Chapter 733: Deliberately Making Little Trouble to Trap _1
“Alright, let’s change the face mask.”
Lin Qingluo accepted her disciples’ suggestions with a beaming smile.
Her Spiritual Power drew back the flower petals, exploded in her palm, and transford into a fresh liquid, solidifying into a new face mask that she applied to Lin Yixuan’s face.
The delicate youth was transford into a handso little scholar, making his obsidian-like eyes especially striking.
“Good, this one’s good.”
The brothers’ eyes lit up, and they clapped their hands in approval.
“Next up, Brother ng, your turn.”
Lin Qingluo applied a face mask for Wang ng with a smile as her Spiritual Power transford into a liquid.
His features remained the sa, but he seed more mature, looking like a young man past his coming-of-age.
“Nice.”
Lin Jinlong slapped his thigh in admiration, “This face mask suits ngzi’s height perfectly.”
“True.”
Shitou chid in smoothly, “He already looks older than his peers. Letting him experience an adult’s maturity early isn’t a bad thing.”
“Who are you calling old?!”
Wang ng was annoyed, raising his fist to hit him.
“Who else could it be but you?”
Shitou quickly dodged, like a slippery catfish, but kept taunting, “You’re only fourteen, but always giving lectures. Listening to your nagging every day, one’s ears nearly grow callouses.”
“You deserve it.”
Wang ng’s face darkened, the blackness evident even through the mask.
“Alright, Shitou, your turn.”
Lin Qingluo interrupted their bickering with a laugh, forming a new face mask with the flickering of her Spiritual Power.
“Master, don’t forget to make mine extra… you know.”
Shitou shalessly approached Lin Qingluo, trying to gain her favor with a flirtatious glance.
“Ugh, I’m gonna puke.”
Feng Yi couldn’t bear to watch and pretended to gag.
“What’s the ‘extra’ supposed to an?”
Lin Qingluo held in her laughter, feigning confusion, and applied the face mask to him.
Shitou’s thin face changed, turning into the wrinkled visage of a seventy-year-old man.
“Hahaha.”
The brothers found it hilarious, slapping their thighs and laughing heartily.
Even Feng Yi laughed until he couldn’t breathe, his cheeks flushed red.
“Master, you’re so unfair! You deliberately set up.”
Shitou realized sothing was wrong, rushed into the tent, grabbed a small mirror, and saw his own reflection in the firelight. He wailed and fell to the ground.
“Hahaha.”
The brothers laughed harder, forming a boisterous pile.
“Master, I won’t tease anymore. Please change it for .”
Shitou didn’t give up, crawling up from the ground, and again tried to charm Lin Qingluo with a pleading look.
“This face is unbearable. Doing business in the Barbarian Tribe market with this mask will leave psychological scars.”
“It was your idea.”
Lin Qingluo pretended to be angry, scolding him, “Don’t tease and provoke others anymore after this.”
“Alright, alright, I promise I won’t.”
Shitou flashed a sly grin, accepting the condition quickly.
“That handso face would be too eye-catching for traveling. Let’s go for sothing more ordinary.”
Lin Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, waved her hand, and changed his face mask once more.
This ti, he beca an attractive servant, with gleaming, clever eyes.
“He’s gotten off too easy.”
Feng Yi complained, “He should’ve been made to parade around with that old face and learn a lesson.”
“I think so too.”
Wang ng folded his arms, giving Shitou a sidelong glance.
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