"Really?" Zi Ying asked calmly, and said loudly to the barber in the corner: "Take her and use the potion to verify the hair quality for me."
"Yes, Your Highness!" The experienced barber pushed his glasses like a Frankenstein, and brought the girl to the back of the stage with a "swish".
After a while, the liar with blond hair and dyed hair with half black hair walked out of the small auditorium with a grey face.
However, even so, the girls still didn't learn their lesson, holding a trace of "even if they were not silver-haired, they might be favored by Prince Ziyingliu" in their hearts, they dyed their hair and walked into the chapel boldly.
Ahaha, the charm of Prince Ziyingliu is really unstoppable!
On the other hand, the first-year rooftop was transformed into a garden-style rooftop filled with roses, rose flowers, paper irises, and other floral plants. The Prince Thousand Cracked in a formal dress was sitting on the sofa under the parasol. Elegantly enjoying the services of the girls who have arrived one after another—
"The Irish beauty over there dances a little better, the English lady here then tells a joke, the French beauty over there please beat my leg for me, and the Chinese lady at the back, please feed me a crystal grape, okay? "
"As you wish, our prince." The girls replied respectfully and neatly. If you ignore their disagreeable and hateful eyes, you might really be misunderstood as well-trained hotel girls! !
"Haha, look at everyone, Prince Thousand Cracks really won't refuse any girl."
"We girls who are usually indifferent by the boys have the opportunity to change into five-inch high-heeled shoes, wear sapphire earrings, wear a black lace dress, take the lunch we made by ourselves, and knelt down on the prince's Go down."
"Ah, as long as I can get a reply from Prince Thousand Split, I am willing to die like this."
"Ahaha, we are so happy..."
The fans of Prince Thousand Split are intoxicated, addicted, and excited. This feeling of seeing a rainbow after the rain cannot be expressed in words, and their joy cannot be conveyed! !
A week ended quietly in the days that seemed to have taken stimulants.
"Ah, I can't do it anymore." Xue Youyou, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium, looked at the remaining thousands of registration forms and foamed and collapsed on the auditorium table.
"Only 30 of the 10,000 entry forms that have just been reviewed have met the criteria for'silver hair'. I don't know if they meet the two requirements of being able to draw and be loving. Plus the rest. An unknown girl of five or six thousand miles, I don’t know how long to choose to find that girl." After watching the many girls who can't see her in her life for a week, Zi Yingliu is almost allergic to girls.
"What should I do? The campus culture festival is about to be held in one month. At that time, our promise of handing in a gorgeous stage play to the principal will definitely not be finished."
"The most important thing is that the complete recovery of the Ghost King is only a matter of one month away. At that time, if there is no way to find the Holy Land, even with all my power, he will not be able to prevent him from coming to the human world and taking you away. "Zi Yingliu looked at Xue Youyou's brown eyes with a huge melancholy.
Xue Youyou shrugged, as if to mention it inadvertently, but it was very polite to mention Qianhua: "Now Qianhua doesn't care about looking for a holy place, but like it is against us, attracting half of the girls' eyes to him. , Maybe the girl who can help us find the holy place happens to be among the girls on his side. We seem to have to find a way to investigate the situation of the girls on his side?"
Zi Yingliu's gaze turned, her fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop, she didn't know what she was thinking--on the surface, he seemed to be silent when she heard Xue Youyou say the word Qianchai. Down.