Man: "I don't know.

In short, such gatherings once a season.

In addition to simply eating and drinking, there will be a meeting-like process, and the management may schedule people at this time and make some changes to the overall layout of the system.

Let's set a pick-up location in advance, and if the time comes, then I'll take the initiative to find you.

It just so happens that you can still have a few days left, and you can get ready to follow me all the way into the inside, and do some disguise or something.

What do you think?"

"Tower, I'll be waiting for you at Tower. ”

The tomb said so.

It was also after saying this sentence that I saw her immediately turn around and jump out directly.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

The man stood still and watched her movements, and when he didn't see the other party, he continued to walk forward with a self-deprecating smile.

After that, the tomb went to a cloth village and bought a dark brown coat at random.

She went to the area where the tower was, an uninhabited area close to the water, surrounded by just an overgrown clearing.

Entering the dark tower, her mind moved, and the hands and ankles on her body and the black placket of her body slipped off automatically, revealing a thin layer of silk inside, and a carcass looming under the silk robe.

Immediately afterward, she summoned her own strength, and the clothes in her hands hung on their own, dressed with her body, and after a while, they were wrapped around her.

She didn't know where she got a mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror, and knew that this level of dress was not enough to blend in with the drinking party.

As she thought about it, she knew that the complexion of her face and other exposed parts had to be at least darker.

The color change should be brownish-yellow, because then it will look more like a grown man who spends all year in the dark corners.

With this in mind, she stepped out of the tower and went to the edge of the river that had long since congealed into ice.

As soon as her mind moved, she saw a piece of dirt floating from her feet and straight into her palm.

After that, a black flame rose from her hand, refining the mud in it.

Next, I saw that the churning mud quickly collapsed, first turning into grains of sand and stones.

Then, it continued to rotate in her hand, taking on a circular motion.

After a while, it began to decompose again.

This time, the dirt began to turn into powder.

After this state lasted for a while, the refining stopped.

But then, instead of scattering the powder, it pounced directly on the bare parts of the tomb's face, hands, and neck.

It is said to be a flutter, or perhaps it should be said to be a painting.

Because the fluttering of these powders did not cause the slightest smoke and dust to fly, all the powders scattered on various parts of the tomb body would suddenly become gentle from the moment before they were about to touch the tomb skin, and slowly find their own space on every inch of skin.

In this way, all the parts of the tomb that were exposed to the outside world were painted from the original tender white to brown yellow.

But at this time, the tomb looked at herself in the mirror but was even more dissatisfied, but this time the problem was clear at a glance, which could make her directly clear the next makeup step.

Obviously, it's not enough to have yellow-brown skin, but also a mustache on the upper lip.

The skin can't just change color, it needs to look noticeably hard and rough.

And most importantly, the face needs to be enlarged and the chin needs to look full.

This last point is especially important, because if it is not done, then everything that has been done in front of it is meaningless, and in any case it can feel extremely unnatural at first sight.

So she left, ready to raise for all of the above.

Of course, all she needed was a piece of duct tape to which her hair could be glued to make her beard.

Because except for the adhesive tape, which she can't make by herself, she can use local materials for other steps and be self-sufficient.

The trip didn't take much time, and she was soon back with a roll of transparency tape.

Next, I saw her go to the shore and light a black firework suspended out of thin air, and inside it was refining the clay obtained from the local materials.

Later, I saw her casually twisting a lock of particularly short black hair from the tip of her hair, and when she spread out her hand, she saw them neatly arranged into a "one" figure.

Then, when I saw the tomb, I used my other hand to tear off a piece of transparent glue of moderate length and width, and used it to glue the hair on my other hand perfectly.

Then, he immediately stuck it to his lips.

Looking in the mirror, it can be seen that the performance of this fake beard is no more and no less, just moderate.

It doesn't seem too heavy, but it still allows people to observe its presence at a fixed glance.

It's like the most common appearance of an ordinary man.

Next, they put a thin and brittle layer of "armor" on their brownish-yellow skin, making them look rough and slightly ugly.

Especially on my face, in addition to a little dark spots or something, my chin needs to be thickened and widened.

Of course, this is not a difficult task, as can be seen from the initial change of skin tone.

She approached the black flame, and this time, the fireworks were not directly extinguished, and the dust in the fire did not gush towards her.

Instead, I saw the powder in the fire flowing in a line like water, slowly flowing out from the inside out.

At first, it flowed directly to the grave's face, pointing out the macula and dullness on her face that needed to be seen by looking closely.

It adds a thick sense of vicissitudes and roughness to her face.

Next, there are the hands, mainly the back of the palms, where the powdery soil wraps a thick layer of "gloves" in her otherwise delicate hands, engraved with lifelike wrinkles.

makes her palms look weather-beaten, and at first glance it looks like a palmistry that often does heavy work.

The tomb had been going to do the same on her neck.

But if you think about it, it seems that most of the necks of men and women are not different, and basically they only have skin color.

If you force it to look the same rough, I'm afraid it will attract some people's attention.

In that case, there will be less insurance in the market, and one more risk of being discovered, and the gains outweigh the losses.

As a result, the tomb no longer greasy on his neck, and directly began the thickening project of his chin.

Next, the dirt condenses from the position of the mandible, through the two sides of the lower mouth, and clings to the chin.

In a few moments, this final process was completed.

It's just that just when the tomb was about to relax the power and return everything to peace and nature, he found that if he didn't have the blessing of the power, the soil on his chin would start to gradually evacuate.

If left unchecked, it is clear that the dirt will fall apart.

Helplessly, the tomb had to keep blessing it with its power.

After that, she picked up the mirror again and examined her achievements.

With brown skin, rough epidermis, thick chin, and originally godless pupils, he pretended to be resolute again, and a tough guy who was devastated by the world but still survived appeared in this world out of thin air.

It's wonderful.

Don't worry about the sound or anything, the tomb has always been training an equally powerful body and a series of amazing skills.

Never because we have opened up the veins and mastered more powerful power to snub the body that is the carrier of all this.

As a tried and tested skill that can skillfully solve many problems and dilemmas, umlaut has always been cared for and maintained.

Next, the tomb only needs to wait for the joint man to come here and lead her to kill!

A few days later, the man who had been waiting for the tomb came.

As early as when the man was still far away, the tomb saw him at the top of the tower, and immediately took the initiative to jump towards the other party's position.

Opposite her, the man who was going to come to meet her unconsciously showed a puzzled look after seeing her.

When the two sides got closer, they saw him take the initiative to ask: "Where did the tomb go?"

Hearing this, the tomb who was in front of him, who had already changed his appearance, couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment in his heart, and at the same time, a new idea was regenerated in his heart.

She replied to the other party in a slightly hoarse mature male voice: "Tomb ordered me to wait for you here, and want me to go with you to find out the situation first." ”

Hearing this, the man looked a little disappointed and anxious, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Why? How can this be? I have specially formulated plans and arrangements for her to be beneficial to her, and suddenly an outsider has been inserted!"

What will she do when you're done enjoying all these conveniences?"

Seeing that he was so anxious, the tomb was unmoved, but suspected the so-called arrangement in his mouth - whether it was for her or really for her convenience.

In addition, he doubted whether he really didn't realize that the man in front of him was her.

If he is actually aware of it, and is just pretending to be stupid here, then there must be a game against her behind him.

In short, no matter what, her vigilance on this subject must not be relaxed, and she must secretly watch out for him, and keep a hand behind.

Naturally, she didn't show this suspicion, but still talked without showing it on the surface: "Then I don't think we have to worry about it."

No matter how you say it, the tomb is also an unrivaled combat power in this city of Xuanyang, as long as we find the way for her, then give her a sign that she will be able to kill all the way through unimpeded.

Moreover, as a top-notch existence that has been in the fighting arena all year round, keep an extra eye on it and let others find out about the enemy's situation beforehand.

It's normal, it's indisputable.

Do you think there's a problem?"

In the end, she stared at the other party's performance without a trace, trying to grasp the doubts.

But unfortunately, the man standing in front of her showed no trace of dissatisfaction and irritability.

So she still can't find the slightest evidence that the other party is trying to target her.

Man: "Isn't that a question of whether there is a problem or not?"

It's her self-assertion that has caused me to fight wits and courage with the people around me for nothing, and work hard!

If I had known that she wouldn't go straight in, then why would I have to put so much effort into it!!"

In the end, the man bent down and exhaled heavily, and his face unconsciously showed a look of unwillingness.