Yin Hua called it a day again and handed a slim white robe to Qianmian for him to change into.

When the people were replaced, the height and body size shrank by two or three sizes, and finally reached the average height of American men.

Yin Hua nodded with satisfaction and regret.

I am satisfied with my craftsmanship and have improved.

It's a pity that Qianmian finally put on close-fitting clothes, and it's not his own figure.

Yin Hua looked at him a few times, took out two people's skin masks, pasted one himself, and handed the other a thousand faces.

Yin Hua looked at him thoughtfully, ate some fruit and pulled him away.

Perhaps, the truth of the matter is a bit cruel.

Yin Hua began to hesitate.

……

At the next stop, Yin Hua took Qianmian to the national capital, but did not enter the palace directly, but disguised himself and took him around the market.

Returning from the bazaar, Senmian's mood finally stabilized.

Yin Hua pondered for a long time, and asked tentatively, "How did the Protoss fall." ”

Qianmian's emotions became excited again, and his eyes, which had not fluctuated all this time, began to redden.

It's not tears, it's crazy hatred.

Painful hatred.

Those Protoss were broken alive, put on strange poses, and bled on a high platform.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and a blood mist rose from the entire vicinity of the high platform.

The scent of the blood of the Protoss was so strong that it was pungent.

In the blood mist, there was the sound of strange laughter.

Eventually, the blood mist dissipated, and the corpses of the Protoss were devoid of flesh and skin, leaving only white bones that looked like they had been eaten by wild beasts.

From beginning to end, the dead Protoss did not even see the shadow of the enemy.

When I narrated, I was immersed in it as if I had experienced it myself, and the pain and anger all over my body were more than just resonance.

That's a memory he remembers, he says.

But Yin Hua's heart sank and sank.

The Protoss inheritance is only useful during life.

And when the Protoss was sacrificed by those monsters, Thousand Faces had no memory.

Or rather, he wasn't born at all.

Moreover, even if it is inherited, it is completely different from experiencing it yourself.

There is absolutely no such level of resonance.

Yin Hua stunned Qianmian, who was already unable to control his emotions, and looked at him with heavy eyes, his mind turning round and round.

Those things, at this time, she really can't handle them.

However, that hatred may have been more than just his demons and shackles.

would endanger his life.

And even...

…

When Senmian woke up the next day, it was as if her memory had been broken.

Regained that light-hearted look.

But when it came to the plan, he mentioned the bazaar again, and there were sparkles of brilliance in his calm eyes.

Yin Hua sighed.

This picture is very similar to when a child who has never watched a cartoon suddenly sees it and deeply discovers the fun in it.

Resigned to his fate, he took out a lot of things to write and draw.

Thousand Faces is much taller than a man in the United States, and he is very eye-catching when he walks down the street.

The day before, when he went to the market, Yin Hua put an invisibility charm on the two of them.

At the beginning, the two of them were like passers-by, just to see, it was quite smooth.

But later, Qianmian probably couldn't suppress his curiosity and learned from the people next to him to take the things on other people's stalls.

Can you imagine the horror of an ordinary person finding something in the air and then disappearing?

Can you imagine the three views of ordinary people who see their food flying in the air, making chewing sounds, and then disappearing little by little?

After repeating it several times, most of the stall owners on most of the street closed their stalls and went home.

Yin Hua helplessly hid his face, pulled the person into the corner and reprimanded him, so as to avoid that there was no street to turn around.