"Is it you, want a tattoo?"
The fat tattoo artist pointed at Zhang Feng and asked.
Zhang Feng nodded.
The fat tattoo artist got a positive answer, stood up and walked to Zhang Feng's side, walked around his body twice, and stretched out his hand to massage his body from time to time.
Zhang Feng had a tireless expression on his face. Being pressed and squeezed by a woman was a pleasure, but being pressed by a man turned into torture.
Just when he was about to get angry, the tattoo artist pointed at Lao Zhuang and said, "He wants a tattoo, get out!"
Lao Zhuang was stunned and shouted loudly: "Why should I go out when my brother has a tattoo? What are the rules?" Before, he always had his brother by his side when he got a tattoo. When he was bored, he could still talk and share the burden of the needle. body pain.
"This is my rule. If he wants to get a tattoo, then you get out. Otherwise, I won't do it." The fat tattoo artist also had a bad temper and said directly.
When did Lao Zhuang lose his face like this, and he was also a tattoo artist.
"Are you looking for trouble? Believe it or not, I will kill you and throw you into the sea to feed the fish!" With that said, Lao Zhuang stepped forward and was about to take action.
Zhang Feng quickly stopped in front of him and advised: "Lao Zhuang, it's almost done. You go back to the room and wait for a while. I'll go back when I'm done. It probably won't take long!
"You were the one who stopped me today, otherwise I would have killed him!" Lao Zhuang cursed and got off the donkey.
He really didn't dare to do anything to this tattoo artist. This person was specially invited by Kun Sha. If he got a tattoo, the artist would obviously not take Kun Sha seriously, and he would really be unable to live without it.
Lao Zhuang walked out of the tattoo artist's room, and the tattoo artist said, "Take off your clothes and let me see what kind of pattern your bones are suitable for."
Zhang Feng asked with some surprise: "Shouldn't I be the one to choose the pattern? Or I came up with the idea and you helped me design it and then tattoo it?" Although Zhang Feng has never eaten pork, it does not mean that Zhang Feng has never seen pigs running. When I was wandering the streets, I could often see colorful tattoos, and I also heard others mention why I was still at the mercy of the tattoo artist.
The tattoo artist understood what Zhang Feng meant, shook his head and said: "Low-level tattoo artists just tattoo patterns on the body, while truly advanced tattoo artists tattoo based on the person's skeletal muscles.
Only works completed in this way can be called art. "
When Zhang Feng heard the word art, he sniffed. Isn't it just tattooing on the skin? It has something to do with art.
With an impatient expression on his face, Zhang Feng took off his shirt anyway, exposing his strong muscles and vertical scars to the tattoo artist's view.
Zhang Feng's muscles are not swollen muscle lumps that can be exercised with gym equipment. Every muscle is streamlined to the best of its ability.
Only such muscles can be both powerful and sharp enough.
"Perfect, it's so perfect, it's simply a work of art!" the tattoo artist said with emotion, staring at Zhang Feng's body.
"My most satisfying work has finally found the perfect carrier! This is God's will! Hahaha." The tattoo artist laughed wildly!
He pulled his suitcase out from under the bed and rummaged through it.
Zhang Feng felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. This tattoo artist, who was as fat as a pig, couldn't be gay. The way he looked at him was really disgusting.
There is absolutely no problem with my sexual orientation. I am male and I like women. There is no doubt about it!
The tattoo artist solemnly brought a painting to Zhang Feng.
After taking the painting, Zhang Feng fell in love with it at first sight.
The painting shows an angel with six wings on its back, but it is not a pure holy angel, but a sinful angel with fangs on his face, fierce and vicious eyes, a three-pointed two-edged steel fork in his hand, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth!
"How's it going? This is my most satisfying work. Only a figure like yours can present it perfectly."
"I will destroy this painting when I finish it, he is a masterpiece!"
The tattoo artist said excitedly.
"How long will it take to complete this?" Zhang Feng asked. Judging from the size of this painting, it is definitely not small, and it also requires coloring, so it definitely takes a long time.
There are less than twenty-four hours left before we reach the Land of Chaos. It would be a pity if we can't complete everything.
"As long as you can endure the pain, I guarantee that it can be completed within six hours." The tattoo artist vowed.
Zhang Feng nodded. Pain was nothing to him. He had never endured any kind of pain since he was a child.
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After going through the torture of the King of Hell and the judge on Huangquan Road, his ability to tolerate pain increased again.
At the tattoo artist's signal, Zhang Feng lay on the bed.
The tattoo artist opened the tattoo gun, buzzed, and the dye fell on Zhang Feng's back.
It still hurt at first, but after ten minutes, Zhang Feng had completely adapted to this level of pain. He closed his eyes slightly and fell into a light sleep after a while.
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The tattoo artist didn't lie. Six hours later, his most satisfying work appeared on Zhang Feng's back.
After waking up Zhang Feng, the latter asked: "Is it done?"
"Well, take a look!" the tattoo artist said excitedly.
Standing up and walking to the mirror, with his back to the mirror, Zhang Feng looked back!
The lifelike angel covered Zhang Feng's entire back. Zhang Feng frowned slightly. He always felt that the tattoo did not seem as vivid as the painting!
The tattoo artist said at this time: "Move the muscles on your back!"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng exerted slight force, and with the movement of his back muscles, the angel tattooed on his back seemed to come alive.
The six wings of the sinful angel, the top two wings rested on Zhang Feng's shoulders, over his shoulders, and the tips hung on his collarbone.
The two middle wings cover the back sides of the upper arms, and when the arms are opened, it looks like wings are spread out.
The two lowest wings hang low on both sides of the abdomen, close to the mermaid line.
What made Zhang Feng feel even more perfect was that the complete pattern actually included the scars on his back. If he didn't look closely, he wouldn't be able to find these scars at all!
"Perfect!" Zhang Feng said.
He now understood what the tattoo artist meant by art!
Looking at the tattoo on his own back, and then thinking about the dragon tattoo on Lao Zhuang's back, the two are not on the same level at all.
Lao Zhuang's dragon tattoo seems to have been placed on his back by force, and his tattoo fits perfectly with every muscle and bone of his body.
Wipe away the blood from the pinhole, apply anti-inflammatory ointment, and wrap it in plastic wrap.
The tattoo is not truly completed until the scabs on the wound fall off.
After the tattoo artist told Zhang Feng what to pay attention to, Zhang Feng left the tattoo artist's room.