Maybe they were just passers-by who were tired from standing in line and wanted to sit down and rest for a while.

"Friend, are you tired from standing? Would you like some beer?"

The best friend said with a smile.

Although a little baffling.

But when you go out, wait and see first.

The other party shook his head.

"No, I'm here to see you."

"A master tattoo artist, rare in the world."

When the best friend heard this, he immediately wiped the grease stains from the corner of his mouth calmly.

I smoothed my hair and sat up straighter again.

He is already familiar with how to receive these people who come to visit him.

It's just that today's reception location is a little subtle...

Qi Fu next to him gave him a strong look: "Damn it, you're in trouble!"

The best friend smiled humbly and politely:

"It's all praise, it's just a false reputation."

Then:

"I've seen your tattoo, it's very vivid."

The visitor nodded.

Following the visitor's gaze, the best friend looked at Qi Fu and his... right hand.

He knew that it was wrapped in a sweatshirt.

There, there is a ferocious tattoo of the Lord of Disaster named Fei!

The best friend was shocked when he heard this.

Then it loosened again.

To scare children.

A relevant professional has given authoritative certification:

That is not something that "human beings" can create.

It has nothing to do with the strength of the force, but involves something in a profound field that even your best friends don't understand.

At this moment, the best friend suddenly noticed the other person's eyes.

Under the warm light and the afterglow of the setting sun, the other party's eyes showed a strange golden color.

As a master-level handicraft-related existence, my best friend suddenly realized that those were not fake pupils!

How could I ignore such obvious details?

The best friend was horrified.

Grass!
Chapter completed!