Chapter 1519 (1/2)

Seeing Jiujiu's appearance at the moment, Xiuyi coughed uneasily to hide his embarrassment. After a long time, don't look at Jiujiu and said, ”well, your face is gone.”

Jiujiu: ”what do you mean my face is gone?”

Xiuyi drooped her eyes and thought. She didn't know where to take out a mirror and held it up to Jiujiu. After Jiujiu saw the look in the mirror, her teeth were creaking. If she didn't know that she had to let Xiuyi deal with it, she must blow Xiuyi's dog's head.

Because now she has no face. Yes, she has everything but no face. Just because Xiuyi just suddenly turned into a faceless monster.

Jiujiu glared at Xiuyi and said, ”do you want to be a second skin face or what? Where did you get my face?”

Xiuyi was guilty of doing something wrong, so even if she was scolded by Jiujiu, Xiuyi bit her teeth and didn't say a word, but her face turned red.

Seeing that Xiuyi and Jiujiu were a little unhappy, he finally opened his mouth: ”don't be angry, girl.”

”Hehe, if I'm not angry, you can return my face to me. It's not you who lose face. It's easy to say.”

Black and white impermanence originally thought that Jiujiu was a gentle and lovely big sister, but who knew that Jiujiu was an indiscriminate attack spray, and because her face was gone, her attack power was quite strong.

Black and white impermanence is stupid. At the moment, he is wronged and can't say a word in an instant.

Jiujiu sat down on the table and looked at Xiuyi and black-and-white impermanence. He was almost angry.

Looking at Jiujiu's angry appearance, Xiuyi opened her mouth, but she hadn't spoken yet. It was a series of coughs. Jiujiu stared at Xiuyi angrily and said sarcastically, ”why, you have the flu?”

Jiujiu is almost crazy. Xiuyi, a Meng woman, is just a waste wood. She can't see the old ghost and can't body. Now she can press the wrong button. When she thinks she has become a faceless monster, Jiujiu is angry and wants to hit someone.

Being ridiculed by Jiujiu, Xiuyi felt guilty and didn't say anything. She pursed her lips, looked at Jiujiu and whispered, ”well, I have a way.”

Hearing that Xiuyi said he had a way, Jiujiu's ear moved, looked at Xiuyi and asked, ”what way?”

As like as two peas, I can draw you a picture of a leather. ”Then, after finishing,” I added, ”as long as you tell me what your face looks like, I can draw it for you, and it will be exactly the same.”

Jiujiu blinked: ”really?”

Seeing that Jiujiu doubted Xiuyi, black and white impermanence nodded to make a guarantee: ”it's true. It's because the painted skin flowers are good and won the appreciation of the Queen's mother that adults were granted the title of Meng Po.”

Jiujiu said, Xiuyi, who wants nothing but nothing, how he became a messenger of the yellow spring. His feelings are because of the good skin painting.

Just thinking of the mother who came to make complaints about a good man with a painted skin, and still did not resist the Tucao, did you say ”are you so carefree when you are the immortal seals?”

Xiuyi: ”if you don't talk, no one treats you as a mute and likes painting or not, it's not that I have no face anyway.”

Jiujiu has done skin painting before. Jiujiu has no opinion about drawing a skin for herself, but the person who draws the skin has become Xiuyi. Jiujiu expresses some doubt.