The city at night is very beautiful, with colorful neon lights, feasting and lively life.
Xiahou Huan'er felt that they were like a couple in love at the moment, going shopping hand in hand. In the crowded crowd, he would put his hands around her shoulders and pull her close to him, preventing others from touching her.
Chance.
This attentiveness and considerateness made her deeply touched and proud. The Corpse King was shopping with her. This was his first time shopping, and it was also his first time shopping with a woman. This was the only thing that made her feel happy just thinking about it.
"Xing, come here." She didn't realize that she called out his name naturally. She pulled him into a hair salon with a bright smile on her face.
Dongfang Xing's face was startled. He had never known that his name sounded so sweet when she said it on her little mouth.
His steps stopped at the door, his face a little stiff: "What are you doing?"
"You came to the hair salon, of course, to get your hair cut and styled. Your hair is a bit long and it's time to trim it. Come in." Xia Houhuan'er grabbed his arm and pulled for a while, but he didn't pull.
Dongfang Xing's face was sinister and he said coldly: "No need."
"Why? Do you want to have long hair? But I think you look better and look more manly with short hair."
"I'm not used to others being arrogant on my head."
Hearing this, Xiahou Huan'er almost couldn't help laughing. She held back: "Your current identity is Xing Tian. You are an ordinary person and you should do ordinary things. Don't be afraid. They won't eat you. Calm down.
, calm down."
"I'm sorry." Mr. Xing's face turned even darker. This girl was treating him like a child.
"Please, don't be so hairy, okay? It's just a haircut." Xiahou Huan'er rolled her eyes helplessly.
Mr. Xing pursed his lips and said coldly: "The zombie camp has a hairstylist who specializes in giving me haircuts."
"No wonder your hairstyle remains the same. Ultraman is not trendy at all. Come on, be brave and try new things and break the rules."
Xiahou Huan'er coaxed and lied, talked and dragged, and finally pulled the reluctant Mr. Xing into the hair salon.
The hairstylists inside are all robots, and there are not many customers. When they enter, a robot will immediately take them to a seat inside.
Mr. Xing looked very uneasy, his face became colder and more sinister, and his fiery red eyes were like thorns of hardened ice. The guests on the side did not dare to look at him.
The robot hairstylist uses virtual space scanning to scan his head into the virtual space screen. In a few seconds, various different styles will appear on it.
The hairstylist lets them choose their hairstyle.
Xia Houhuan'er was a little speechless. Looking at the various hairstyles of Dongfang Xing's avatar on the virtual space video, she couldn't help but sigh, Damn, it's too advanced. If there had been such advanced technology five hundred years ago, she wouldn't have had to do it for several years.
The first time I was confused by the hairstylist and I was unsatisfied with the styling.
"Sir, please choose your hairstyle." The mechanical hairstylist reminded politely.
Looking at so many styles above, Mr. Xing, who has never been particular about his hairstyle, was a little confused.
"Xing, this hairstyle suits your temperament. It's domineering and handsome, so this is it." Xia Houhuan'er was even more excited than when she was styling it herself.
In fact, a handsome man like Mr. Xing, even if he has a bald head, is still the most handsome among all the monks.
