Mo Fan: "......"

This acupuncture is quite a good acupuncture! I have used up one-third of my spiritual power, why haven't I done it yet?

Slowly, another ten minutes passed, and there was still no movement in the acupuncture point, at this time, Mo Fan's spiritual power and spiritual power had been consumed by two-thirds, and only one-third was left.

"Mom, isn't it possible that I can't even get off to a good start?" Mo Fan secretly complained in his heart.

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......

At this time, it was almost thirty minutes, whether it was the reserve of spiritual power or spiritual power, for Mo Fan, it was estimated that it was only a second system.

Seemingly...... It's the first time I've encountered a bottleneck on my cultivation path......

Just when the two powers were about to bottom out, and the spiritual power was faintly unable to control the spiritual power, Mo Fan's acupuncture hole, which had been fighting for half an hour, finally broke open without warning!

As soon as the acupuncture points were cleared, Mo Fan felt that his feet seemed to be a little easier, he quickly took out a spirit stone and took it with the Awakening God Pill, and then strengthened the acupoints, which could be regarded as completely stabilizing his cultivation.

After completing the first acupuncture point, Mo Fan felt like he was back in the university practical exam, he was a surgical medical student, and the so-called practical exam was to use a knife on someone else, and the fatigue of being tense for more than ten hours seemed to appear again today.

Mo Fan yawned lazily, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he didn't struggle at all, he just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

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The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, He Shanshan got up on time, she opened her eyes vaguely, got up to look, and found that Mo Fan was still sleeping soundly.

For a while, He Shanshan's interest increased greatly, and the sleepiness she had just gotten up disappeared in an instant.

She got out of bed lightly, first washed up briefly, then changed back into yesterday's dress, and then quietly pushed the door open and walked out.

After about a few minutes, He Shanshan took Xiao Qi and quietly came back.

"Little Seventh Sister!pen!" He Shanshan made a lip gesture at Xiao Qi.

As soon as Xiao Qiyi turned his hand, a brush appeared, and at the same time, an inkstone filled with ink appeared.

She held back a smile and handed over these two things to He Shanshan, and then ran to the side to watch the show quietly.

He Shanshan climbed into bed, then dipped a little ink with a brush, and looked at Mo Fan, who was sleeping like a dead pig, with a wicked smile on his face.

At this time, Mo Fan was lying on the bed in a large font, and his facial features were released directly, which was very suitable for He Shanshan to write.

Watching He Shanshan perform a great act on Mo Fan's face, the smile on Xiao Qi's face became stronger and stronger, if she hadn't covered her mouth, it might not be long before she burst out laughing.

After scribbling on Mo Fan's face several times, He Shanshan didn't wake up the other party, I don't know if she was skilled? Or Mo Fan slept too dead.

Seeing that her masterpiece was almost finished, He Shanshan put away the brush and inkstone, then gently picked up Mo Fan's hair, and then quickly tied a few bows with the few hairbands that Little Seventh Sister had given her before.

He Shanshan was very satisfied with Mo Fan's current outfit and took a few photos as a souvenir.

She was so bold that she even planned to take a group photo.

She placed the light-screen camera on the ceiling, and then lay directly next to Mo Fan, showing a playful smile.

In the shot, He Shanshan is very cute, and Mo Fan next to her is ...... Slowly opened his eyes.

He Shanshan: "......"

"Shanshan, why did you get up so early?" Mo Fan didn't realize that something was wrong, his consciousness was still in a vague state.

"Go to bed early and wake up early!" He Shanshan showed a standard smile.

"Huh, Xiao Qi, why are you here too?" Mo Fan looked up and found Xiao Qi leaning against the wall, holding a book in his hand to cover his face and watching.

Wrong!

When Mo Fan raised his head, he obviously felt that something was wrong on his head.

Seeing that the other party seemed to notice something, He Shanshan hurriedly got off the bed, took Xiao Qi's hand and ran out, and said: "Brother!, Xiao Qi sister took me to buy clothes today, and I will be back in about an hour!"

With that, the door slammed shut.

Mo Fan: "......"

Confused, he touched his hair and found that it had been tied up by several headbands.

"What is this doing?" Mo Fan took off the hairband casually, and didn't think about seeing what the headband looked like before.

He shook his head and got up and walked towards the sink, patting his cheeks with both hands to sober up.

Looking at the palms of his hands that had just slapped his face, Mo Fan stood in place in a daze, lost in thought.

What the hell are these two slaps black?!!!

Mo Fan hurriedly thought of He Shanshan's normal somewhat abnormal smile when he just woke up, and Xiao Qi appeared in the room inexplicably, there must be a ghost!

He hurried to the sink and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, a man with messy hair, pig nostrils painted on his forehead, black left and right cheeks, eyes turned into panda eyes, and a black mustache painted under his nose......

Mo Fan was silent for a while, and said a little angrily: "He! Shan!"

"Come out for me! I know you're still there!" Mo Fan seemed to be talking to himself in the mirror, but he was actually connecting with the little girl in his mind.

No response...... Empty......

It's impossible, unless it's hiding and not daring to reply!

He couldn't believe that Xiao Qi would do such a thing, He Shanshan must be the mastermind!

While thinking about how to round He Shanshan's face, he cleaned his own face.

Ink is a dye that is not easy to clean off, and for art students or calligraphers, they are generally used to waiting for a few days when they get ink, so that the ink mark will slowly disappear over time.

Mo Fan looked at the skin on his face, which was at least three degrees darker, and fell into deep thought.

Who am I? Where am I? Why can I spread the ink so evenly on my face?

"Shanshan, hurry up, find a solution for me!" Mo Fan threatened again: "Otherwise, your smiling face will wait to become round!"

Although He Shanshan did not speak, a light screen popped up very directly, and there was a Baidu search engine on it.

Mo Fan looked at the above solution, the simplest and most direct way is to wash it with wine.

Mo Fan hurriedly rummaged through the wine in the storage necklace, and only a bottle of Hanlu Qiong liquid for forging was left before the dragon senior, he still used it by drop, and he looked for it first, in order to restore his handsome and handsome face, he could only be angry.

He uncorked the jade bottle, and the cold air emanated from the bottle.

Maybe it's because the realm is different from the strength, for this cold, Mo Fan doesn't feel how cold it is, and it's just like ice water to die.

(End of chapter)