Almost at the moment when Cang Zhu fell, the weak lights went out, symbolizing that the young man's life also fell at that moment, and the whole audience burst into thunderous applause.

Yan Luo adjusted the mask on his face for the umpteenth time.

Weird, I always feel like this mask looks weird.

Ye Qiyu clapped his hands excitedly: "The little technique is so powerful, I can't even see it at all. I haven't practiced it for long."

Yan Nanzhi's mind was still replaying the scene where Cang Zhu put his hand on Yan Luo's waist. His hand with pink joints and clear joints gently placed it on the girl's fair waist. His eyes were almost burning.

: "You stinking gangster! You're a pervert! You're a pervert! You don't abide by male ethics!"

[My lovely wife is not even shoulder-length, but even though the height difference is over shoulder, I think she is a good match!]

[No, no, Cangzhu is our lord’s little wife! How can you form a cp with other women?!]

【I will carry the pig flag!!】

[Same red hair, height and body shape, I think of that woman again.]

Cang Zhu lay on the ground, eyes closed, motionless, acting like a qualified corpse.

Yan Luo leaned down and looked at him through the mask. The young man's lips were pale and lost their color. He was as fragile and beautiful as an angel, waiting for a kiss from his destined person. Her hair hung down naturally and she brushed against the tip of his nose.

.

The tip of Cang Zhu's nose moved very slightly.

As the final ending pose, Yan Luo leaned down and lay on his chest, almost madly ruthless: "Your heart is the other half of my wings."

"Fallen angels are born bad, we are born one."

The performance officially ended here. Yan Luo put his hand on Cang Zhu's side and tried to get up, but felt a burning pain in his scalp.

Damn it, the fallen angel was immediately punished.

If she hadn't known that Cang Zhu was not as ambitious as a leopard, Yan Luo would have even doubted whether this guy was pulling out her precious hair.

Yan Luo's face was ferocious, his head was frozen and he didn't dare to move. He used his hands to explore what was tangled in his hair.

oh.

It is the button of Cangzhu.

Cang Zhu opened her eyes and didn't know what was going on. She propped up her body with both hands and sat up, pulling Yan Luo's hair along with her whole body.

"Hiss—don't move!"

Yan Luo gasped in pain, grinned and slapped him randomly with his hands, not knowing where he hit.

Cang Zhu Nian blushed and silently protected her chest, "This is not good... in public."

In order to relieve the pain, Yan Luo's head was forced close to Cang Zhu's chest, and he could almost hear his regular heartbeat.

Cang Zhu finally noticed something was wrong belatedly. He wanted to move her but was too nervous to move her head, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Luo reluctantly reconciled with the button, reaching a delicate balance. As long as Cangzhu's body and her head didn't move, her hair would not be pulled. "My hair got tangled in your button."

Cang Zhu hurriedly went to untie her hair, but Yan Luo's hair was tangled with his cufflinks. Cang Zhu calmed down and asked her in a panic, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

"What about this?"

"Is this strength enough?"

"What about me like this? Does it hurt?"

The client, Yan Luo, who was calmer than him, had messy hair and supported her body with one hand. She had regained her composure and replied "Yes" very calmly.

The performance was over, and the two people on the stage had no intention of getting up. The expressions on the faces of the contestants gradually changed from excitement to confusion, and the discussion gradually started, "What's going on?"

"Too into the drama?"

"Maybe it's because you felt that your performance was so good that the two of you started to cherish each other on the stage?"

Cang Zhu gestured to the audience, "Please wait a moment, my hair is tangled."

Yan Nanzhi couldn't sit still any longer, so he quickly ran onto the stage, showed a kind smile to Cang Zhu, and took Yan Luo's hair back from Cang Zhu's hand, "I'm here to help you."

As soon as Yan Luo heard Yan Nanzhi's voice, she had an ominous premonition in her heart. After all, Cangzhu still had some tricks up her sleeve, but Yan Nanzhi was so unlucky that she looked innocent even when her hair was bald.

Tell her he didn't mean it.

"Brother, there is no need for us." Yan Luo said quietly, "Why don't we leave some things to others."

"I don't!" Yan Nanzhi turned his head stubbornly, just like you who know that your hands are disabled, but watch the "you can do it with hands" tutorial in the video, and still stubbornly try to do it yourself.

He lifted Yan Luo's messy hair and looked at her seriously, "Don't worry, leave it to brother."

Then she put her hair down and brushed it back to its original messy appearance.

Yan Luo twitched his lips expressionlessly: Don't worry, I'll definitely mess it up if I leave it to you, right?

Yan Nanzhi tried to untie her hair, but not only did it not untie, it became more and more entangled.

Yan Nanzhi frowned and said solemnly, "Why don't you just cut it off?"

Yan Luo: Good impression-1-1-1-1...

Cang Zhu curled her lips and took Yan Luo's hair back from Yan Nanzhi's hand, "Can girls' hair be cut casually?"

Yan Luo: Good impression 1111...

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Yan Nanzhi took back her hair again, but accidentally pulled Yan Luo's hair with too much force.

"Hiss——" Yan Luo felt pain and took a breath of cold air.

Her hair!!

Cang Zhu frowned and said in an unfriendly tone, "You hurt her."

Yan Nanzhi touched Yan Luo's head comfortingly and glared at him angrily, "Of course I feel sorry for my sister, otherwise I would make you feel sorry for her."

Yan Nanzhi had never tied up girls' hair before, and he was a bit rough with his hands and feet, so he would pull Yan Luo's scalp from time to time.

Cang Zhu couldn't stand it any longer, so she reached out to fight with Yan Nanzhi. Of course, Yan Nanzhi would defend her brother's sovereignty to the death, and the two started a hair battle.

Without noticing, Yan Nanzhi's elbow hit Yan Luo's face. Yan Luo subconsciously turned her head, but the delicate bridge of her nose was still hit. It hurt so much that she subconsciously hit Yan Nanzhi's waist.

fist.

The mask broke in the middle and made a crisp clicking sound. Yan Luo thought with an expressionless and optimistic face:

She will never buy anything at the two dollar store again!!

She closed her eyes in despair. Why did everyone else's hair fall down, revealing their beautiful face? She had messy red hair, just like Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, the Golden Retriever Lion King!

It’s still the golden (red) fur lion king tied by his hair!

Mask: I'm cracked!
Chapter completed!