Mu Qianxi said indifferently: "Yes! Do you want to become like the Shura tribe? But the difference between you and the Shura tribe is not in appearance, but in blood and strength!
"Without these two things, you will always be able to live in the mud in the Shura world, and it will be difficult to change, because in this world, the strong are respected!"
He is used to seeing it now, and this face with a clear distinction between the Shura tribe and the human race is not much different from other Shura tribes.
If you really can't accept it, just wear a mask to cover half of it. There is no need for plastic surgery.
Uncle Liu San said: "No, I want you to change half of the faces of the Zhizhi Shura tribe and replace them all with human faces."
"Why?" Mu Qianxi raised her eyebrows.
Uncle Liu San said: "Because this way the adults will find him more pleasing to the eye! The adults also know that the male Shura tribe will use that hidden line to obtain women from other tribes!
"On the other hand, female Shura tribe members will go outside on their own and bewitch a group of men to become obsessed with her. They will leave their homes and voluntarily follow them to the Shura tribe and become one of their subordinates."
Generally speaking, the male Shura tribe relies on shady and cruel methods to obtain beautiful men, which makes them look unworthy of the aesthetics of most intelligent tribes.
As for the female Shura tribe, they don’t need to be so troublesome. They can have countless beauties in their harem just by their looks. Uncle Liu San said: “But no matter how many men these female Shura tribes have, they will never let themselves give birth to mixed blood! I think.
They are not worthy and will tarnish the pure bloodline of the Shura tribe. Only a few male vixens are too powerful.
Only by making them happy will they be allowed to make exceptions.
"So most mixed-race fathers are Shura and mothers are foreigners, and we are no exception!"
Mu Qianxi said calmly: "If that silly boy had a human face, he would not be a mixed race. He would even be regarded as the property of a certain female Shura tribe, and his treatment would be much better than that of a mixed race, right?"
"Yes!" Uncle Liu San said.
"But I'm not interested in him! Even if this guy has changed half of his Shura face, he looks a little less attractive." A cold smile appeared on Mu Qianxi's lips.
"No Shura tribe would like a mixed-race person. Even if he changes his face, I just want... to make him live a better life."
He is not the boy's biological father, and he has never experienced father's love in the Shura tribe.
But he had been raised day and night for so long, and he felt emotions that no matter how powerful the Shura clan could give him.
As a father, you naturally want the best for your children.
Mu Qianxi said calmly: "I understand, this is not difficult for me? But what leverage do you have to make me agree? I have already listened to your story, and you have no other value?"
Uncle Liu San was slightly startled, yes, he is a worthless half-blood.
This gentleman acted in a special way, had strange methods, and his thoughts were unpredictable, which gave him unrealistic delusions. When Liu San was about to despair, Mu Qianxi chuckled and said, "But you reminded me,
I can transform the Shura clan into the faces of other clans, and naturally I can also transform the mixed-race. I can change the mixed-race into the Shura clan, and the mixed-race into the human race. There are two missing parts.
A test subject!"
Liu San's heart skipped a beat, "You mean, if you want you to agree to change Zhizhi's face into a human face, I must agree to completely change your face into a Shura face?" "Yes, but I, sir.
The conditions are more than that! I need you to be the lord of this city, and inform the rebels you are familiar with that you have successfully occupied this city, let them join together, and find a way to annex other cities."
Mu Qianxi said calmly.
Liu San's hot blood instantly dropped to freezing point, "Then...kill them all? No...I can't do this." Mu Qianxi said slowly: "Kill them all? Are some mixed-bloods worth my troubles? I want to
The person I am dealing with is the Ten Elders, but if I do it myself, I will cause trouble for Emperor Luo and make everyone unhappy, so I can only kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"I want you to summon all the hybrids, occupy the entire area of the Ten Elders, and completely destroy his hidden line. As for whether you will find out later and whether you will be exterminated by Emperor Xiu's order, that is your own business. As long as you don't
for
Get out of me."
The Ten Elders must be dealt with, but she only has one person. Even if she kills the Ten Elders and seizes the territory, it will be useless.
The only ones available are these hybrids, and you can cooperate with them.
But in her current status, no one would believe her if she talks about cooperation.
Then we can only threaten and treat it as a conspiracy.
Liu San was sweating coldly. No matter whether they succeeded or not, their mixed blood would be sacrificed for their own interests and their bodies would be gone.
But the result was what they wanted.
At least if it succeeds, it can fulfill the wishes of many mixed-race people.
Mu Qianxi said without hesitation: "This is my plan, whether you agree or not, it must be implemented!
"If you don't cooperate, then I will control your and that kid's souls. I am very skilled at controlling souls!"
The ice-blue eyes of the stunningly beautiful and seductive Shura woman were like the abyss of the ocean, trying to swallow his soul.
Liu San couldn't help but shudder. After falling into her hands, they seemed to have no right to say no.
I just hope that in the end, there will be a hidden thread that can really destroy the Ten Elders, then everything will be worth it.
"Yes!" Liu San's throat was sore that he struggled to spit out these two words.
He knew very well that this was tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger and walking a tightrope on a cliff, but he had no choice.
"Inform that silly boy to prepare for the operation! This time, you and your son will come together." Mu Qianxi ordered.
Xiu Yue said in astonishment: "Aren't you going to see Master Xiu Feng? Why do you need to operate on two mixed-race people?"
Mu Qianxi said indifferently: "Is it important to meet an emperor-level Shura clan who is not ranked? Is it worth taking it to heart? I suddenly have an idea. If you want to try something else, just do it!"
It is normal for someone to be so disdainful of his superior, an emperor-level Shura clan, with such beauty and arrogance.
Ke Xiuyue is also worried, but in this case, Master Luo Xi's goal may not be achieved.
Zhizhi happily accepted this, "It would be great to change the other half of the face to look like Xiu Yue! I don't like the faces of the Shura tribe, so I made a mask and wear it all the time."
The two of them were anesthetized together. If they hadn't passed out under anesthesia, they would have been terrified.
After all, Mu Qianxi was using the knife on both of their faces out of a double plan!
The surgery was very successful and it was much easier than before to completely reshape my face.
Three days later, the bandage was removed, and the silly boy now looked like a handsome human guy.
Uncle Liu San looks like an ordinary Shura clan, but his figure is too thin.
She was about to set off to meet the emperor-level Shura clan Xiu Feng, so she gave Xiu Yue an order. Xiu Yue couldn't believe it, "What? Let that reformed hybrid be the city lord? Even if he looks like a Shura clan, he is still a
He’s a mixed blood! And he’s very weak, not even at the level of a god general.”