After picking all the flowers and plants she needed, Su Qiao asked the man to take her back to the cave.
After tinkering with it for a while, I started to change his appearance.
The face is too pale, so it must be made darker with medicine. The lips are a little red, so they must be made darker. As for the rest, there is no way to change it.
"Don't move. If you end up drawing someone like Bao Gong, don't blame me."
Su Qiao was concentrating on putting makeup on his face, but the man came to hug her waist restlessly. Only after Su Qiao slapped him on the back of his hand did he let go.
He slowly raised his hand, looked at the back of his hand which was still white without any red marks, and his eyes slowly rolled twice.
This, little prey, is a little fierce.
"This hair..." Logically, this hair should be cut, but Su Qiao touched it and felt a little reluctant.
"Forget it, I'll just fix the bottom of your hair a little, then put it up and put a hat on it."
It just so happened that the male psychics also had hats in their backpacks. Su Qiao took out a grey one and put it on his head. Unexpectedly, it fit quite well and made him look a bit mysterious and handsome.
"It doesn't match this dress at all."
The head and face are handsome, but the ancient costume and shoes underneath are obviously wrong.
Su Qiao found a larger navy blue team uniform from his backpack, and took off the military boots from the dead man's feet, preparing to change them for him.
The man had no objection at first and let her do whatever she wanted to him. But occasionally, he would come over to smell her, or lick her fingers.
It was not until Su Qiao was about to take off his clothes that he grabbed his collar and looked at her with some displeasure.
"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."
It's like I'm a slut.
Hahaha, could it be that he thinks that you are greedy for his body and are planning to do this or that to him
"Shut up!"
Han thought she was scolding him and couldn't help but take a step back.
Su Qiao quickly comforted him gently: "I'm not being mean to you."
"Come on, take it off yourself, and then we can change into this set of clothes so that we can go out and play."
Han looked down at the clothes in her hands, and shook his head slowly with a little disgust: "No, take it off."
Su Qiao had a headache, so she lifted up his wide sleeves and shook them: "Look, you can't play with me because you dress differently from me. Besides, I don't know how many years you've worn these clothes. You should wash them."
"Don't worry, I'll put it away for you after I change it, so I won't lose it."
I don’t know what kind of treasure this piece of clothing is that makes him so reluctant to part with it.
Could it be that it is because it is so durable that it has not broken at all after so many years
Or did he know what identity this clothing represented, so he refused to take it off
In the end, after Su Qiao sacrificed three drops of blood, Han finally took off his robe and, with the help of Su Qiao, changed into the navy blue uniform of the special power team.
Su Qiao took off a metal tag representing his identity from the neck of a psychic and hung it around his neck.
Then he walked around him twice, and after making sure that nothing was missed, he put the backpack that he had specially picked out on his back.
Patting his shoulder, he said, "Remember, your name is Li Yonghua now."
"Yong--hua, Yong--hua, do you understand?"
Han pointed at himself and said in a mellow and somewhat stubborn voice: "Han, I am Han."
You just taught him his own name, and now you want to change it. How can he figure it out with his simple mind now