Xue Hu sat upright lazily, pulled her to sit next to her and asked.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to explain briefly.
"So that's the case."
Xue Hu looked at the wigs and hats in front of him and said, "Please pick one for me."
"Xue Hu, if you want to wear a wig, your long hair may need to be cut short."
Yang Zimei remembered that at the auction in City B, Xue Hu made a stunning appearance, also with short hair.
"Okay, you can help me cut it."
Xue Hu didn’t have any objections.
In fact, for the demon clan, the longer the hair, the stronger the spiritual power.
Of course, just because your hair is cut short, your spiritual power will not become weaker.
"Should I cut it?"
Yang Zi smiled brightly, "Okay, if you don't dislike my skills, I will cut it for you. Anyway, I cut Xiaoqian's hair. I am still good at cutting hair."
In her previous life, she had no money to go to a barber shop, and her long hair was troublesome and sloppy, so she usually cut her own hair.
Of course, if you cut it yourself, it won’t look good.
Xiao Qian refused to have his head touched by anyone except her, so the task of cutting his hair could only fall on her.
She has an arsenal of simple tools on hand for cutting hair.
Yang Zimei went to get the hair cutting tools.
"Xuehu, I need to take away your headband."
Yang Zimei cautiously said to Xuehu.
Xue Hu hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Yang Zimei carefully untied the cloth.
The top of the head was terribly charred, but fortunately, there was no rotting black water.
I can vaguely smell the scent of snowdrops.
"Snow Lake, do you use snow lotus to apply it?"
Yang Zimei thought about the thousand-year-old snow lotus he had eaten that day, and vaguely guessed that it must have been picked from the snow lake to apply to his thunderous area.
"Well, apply a little."
Snow Lake replied.
"That's such a pity. I actually ate that thousand-year-old snow lotus. Maybe it will be useful for your burn."
"It's useless. At most, it can only prevent the black water from seeping out. But it is very useful for you."
Xue Hu looked back at her slightly, "Do you think the top of my head is disgusting?"
"It's a bit ugly, but not disgusting. In my mind, Xuehu, you will always be the most perfect monster."
Yang Zimei looked at the top of his head and said, "I hope I can have a chance to meet the God of Thunder. By the way, next time there is thunder, I have to stand in the rain and roar to call the God of Thunder down to help you treat him."
"Stupid girl, please don't do this. The God of Thunder has a very bad temper. If you dare to yell like that, he will definitely strike you on the head with a thunderbolt!"
Xue Hu said with an angry smile.
Yang Zimei trembled.
She is still afraid of thunder and lightning.
However, this will not stop her determination to see the God of Thunder.
Even if she was struck to death by the God of Thunder, she would still try.
Yang Zimei picked up the scissors and carefully helped Xue Hu cut her hair.
Xue Hu’s hair grows extremely well.
Thick black, soft and tough, Yang Zimei carefully placed the hair cut from his head on a tray aside, preparing to use it as a souvenir.
She cut it short neatly, then picked up a wig and put it on for him.
This wig is a very handsome, Korean-style blond short to medium length hair.
"Hey, it suits your temperament very well. Haha, even those handsome boys in Korea who have undergone plastic surgery can only be reduced to miserable supporting roles when standing next to you."
Yang Zimei smiled with satisfaction, "Let's put on this shirt and trousers again."
Xue Hu didn't object and just thought about taking off the robe he was wearing in front of her.
Yang Zimei was startled and hurriedly covered her face, "Xuehu, I'm going out and you change your clothes yourself. Otherwise, you won't be responsible if I get a nosebleed."
After saying that, she quickly backed out and closed the door.