He looked at the small wooden token.
Little Thirteen was stunned.
No one knew what he was thinking.
After hesitating for a long time, she put away the bracelet and turned to look at the beach.
At this moment, the beach was still bustling with activity.
Everyone was celebrating.
Such happiness.
Only when you stand by the side to see and feel can you feel anything.
Of course.
At this moment, he felt more like a part of himself, and he was still lonely.
Thirteen gently took out the mask. She stared at the mask as if she wanted to put it on, but she didn't want to.
She remembered what her master had said.
An assassin should not be swayed by emotions.
However, the sloppy Assassin said.
I can be an assassin for money, but I can't be an assassin for feelings.
Why?
He felt that his master was wrong.
However, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
How could he believe the nonsense that lecher said?
After struggling for a while, he couldn't think of an answer.
The young girl gently held the mask in her hand. Her figure flickered slightly and disappeared into the forest.
……
They returned to the beach.
Looking at the people celebrating.
Wu Liuqi almost wanted to turn around and look again.
Were these still the people he knew?
Ji Dabao, what are you doing? Crazy butt dance?
And Xiaofei, you can be a muscular man, how can you casually transform and let others see your muscles?
Dachun, I'll f * ck you up.
As expected of an exhibitionist.
Are you still unhappy if you don't show off your eight-pack abs?!!
Cola…
Oh, Cola was secretly drinking his Coke.
As expected of her.
After thinking about this, Wu Liuqi couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
That's right.
This was life.
Why did everyone have to be so sad every day?
It was good to be happy.
He walked to the back of Ji Dabao and gently pulled his three hairs.
"Big Bao, the way you danced just now, I think you can be the leader of the square dance on Chicken Island in the future.”
Hearing Wu Liuqi's words, the Great Guardian was extremely excited.
"Really?"
"Can I really do it?"
"Uh, of course you can.”
No. 67 shook his head and walked up to Cola.
"What are you doing, Cola?"
"Ah…I'm drinking Coke?"
Cola widened his eyes and hid the bottle of cola behind his back.
This scene was really too thirsty, and it made Wu Liuqi laugh.
"Are you stupid? I can't see it like this?"
Cola stuck out his tongue and placed it on the table.
"Alright, alright, I'm not drinking anymore!"
"Alright, alright, let's go back.”
"Let's go!"
……
The next morning.
Before she woke up, she was woken up by a loud noise.
Wu Liuqi opened the door with a dark face.
He saw the opposite side…
"It's this ATM hairstyle art designer!”
"And this is the genius hairstylist! Michelangelo is strong!"
"This is the genius of dyeing hair, Raphael Hua!”
"The hair-washing artist, Da Vinci Jian!”
"Come, come, come in and take a look. I'm getting 5,000 for free!”
"You even gave me a hair care set when you dyed your hair! Good, good! Hurry up and take a look!"
Wu Liuqi stared at the host who was shouting.
Then, his gaze fell on the three people standing beside him.
Shockingly.
My god.
Three extreme versions of super punk non-mainstream?
Ji Dabao also walked out and gently pushed up his sunglasses. He could not help but say,"So old-fashioned? You call yourself an artist? Who would cut their hair!"
"Just wait to close down!"
No. 567 didn't say anything and continued to observe the barbershop opposite.
"Now, Master is going to start his live performance!”
The host shouted.
The hair artist named Da Vinci was sitting in front of a middle-aged man.
The uncle looked at the guy behind him expressionlessly.""Get a good haircut…"
"Don't worry, I'm going to show everyone my water art!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
He waved his hands continuously, and streams of water were rolled into tornadoes. Then, they were crushed over the uncle's head!
Raphael reacted quickly.""Next is my wind art!”
"Then, the art of scissors!"
He raised his hand and slashed down, his figure flashing.
This didn't look like a haircut at all.
It was like a…circus performance?
"Finally, the art of lust! Dye your hair!"
Michelangelo held the dye pen in his hand and frantically wrote on the uncle's head.
A moment later!
The three of them quickly returned to their positions. Each of them had a calm expression as if nothing had happened just now!
"Ah, art?"
Michelangelo forced the mirror in his hand to the uncle.
"Please enjoy, Rainbow Lion Head!”
"Doesn't he look very domineering and energetic now?”
Michelangelo cupped his fists and looked at Wu Liuqi and Ji Dabao. He said provocatively,"
"Hehe, this is the art of hair-cutting. Do you understand?”
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