Xuehu was sitting lazily, pulling her to sit next to ask.
Yang Zimei had to explain it briefly.
"It turns out."
Xuehu looked at the wigs and hats in front of me, "You can choose the same."
"Xuehu, if you want to wear a wig, you may have to cut your long hair short."
Yang Zimei remembered that at the Auction of City B at the time, Xuehu appeared amazing, but also cut short hair.
"Okay, you can cut it for me."
Xuehu has no opinion.
In fact, for their demon tribe, the longer the hair, the stronger the spiritual power.
Of course, it will not cause the spiritual power to weaken because of the short hair.
"I cut?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows laughed, "Okay, if you don't dislike my craftsmanship, I will help you cut it. Anyway, Xiao Qian's hair is cut. In terms of cutting hair, I am still going."
In the last life, she had no money to go to the barber shop. She dragged her long hair and was very troublesome. She usually cut her hair by herself.
Of course, cutting yourself, you will not cut it.
Xiao Qian refused to be touched by anyone except her. Therefore, the task to help him cut his hair could only fall on her.
She has a set of simple tools on her head.
Yang Zimei went to take the hair cutting tool.
"Xuehu, I want to take you away from your head cloth."
Yang Zimei carefully faces Xuehu Road.
Xuehu hesitated, nodded.
Yang Zimei carefully unbuttoned that cloth.
The terrible head, scorched black, fortunately, there is no rotten black water.
Facur the taste of snow lotus.
"Snow Lake, do you use the snow lotus to apply it?"
Yang Zimei thought that he had eaten a thousand -year snow lotus that day, and it was faintly guessed that it should be the place where Xuehu Cai wanted to give him a thunderous place.
"Well, apply a little."
Xuehu answered.
"It's a pity. I actually ate the millennium Snow Lotus. Maybe it was useful for your burning."
"It's useless, at most it can stop the icing of the black water. However, it is very useful to you."
Xuehu looked back slightly and glanced at her, "Do you think my head is disgusting?"
"It's ugly, but it's not nauseous. In my mind, you will always be the most perfect demon."
Yang Zimei looked at his head, "I hope I can have the opportunity to meet Thor. By the way, when the thunder is next time, I have to stand in the rain and roar, call the Thunder God, and help you treat it."
"Stupid girl, don't do this. Thunder's temper is very bad. If you dare to call this, he will definitely split your head with a thunder!"
Xuehu laughed.
Yang Zimei stunned.
She is still afraid of thunder and lightning.
However, this will not stop her from seeing Thor's determination.
Even if she was chopped by Thunder, she had to try it.
Yang Zimei picked up the scissors and carefully helped Xuehu to cut her hair.
Xuehu's hair grows extremely well.
The thick black and soft ligament is good, and Yang Zimei carefully places the hair cut from his head on the tray on the side to prepare to commemorate it.
She cut it shortly, then picked up a wig and put him up.
This wig is very handsome, very Korean golden short hair.
"Well, it is very suitable for your temperament, huh, even the plastic men who have been cosmetic men in South Korea can only be reduced to the supporting role of sadness."
Yang Zimei smiled with satisfaction, "Then put on this shirt and trousers to see."
Xuehu did not oppose it, so she thought about taking off the robe she was worn directly in front of her.
Yang Zi's eyebrows were frightened and hurriedly covered his face, "Xuehu, I go out, you change clothes by yourself, otherwise, I have nasal blood, you are responsible."
After speaking, she quickly retreated and closed the door.