Chapter 37: Demonic Eternal Friends

After Qimao separated from Qiye, he immediately made a gesture to the two of them in the night core March, and said respectfully: "Two distinguished guests, may I ask your surname?" When he asked, his eyes stayed more on the heads of the two of them.

"Your surname doesn't dare, it's Yexin below, and this is Xianyi Therapist March!" Yexin felt a little, he came easily, and said: "Presumably you are Qimao Zun, it's better to be famous than to see it!"

March also nodded lightly to say hello, she was like the sensible little wife of Yexin, and she had been standing quietly behind Yexin.

In fact, March also feels that as the only person in the night core (self-proclaimed), he has also learned to give face to his man, and his wife can't interject when a man speaks, and he must guard the woman's way!(In fact, this is to make March's evil deeds more restrained, and the holy aunt deliberately deceived March, saying that a woman who can keep women's ways will please men, and she will never be able to marry after a madness like March!)

Of course, Yexin thinks that March is not good at socializing, because it is said that most of the Yizhi healers (doctors) on the mainland are obsessed with the study of Yili in the treatment department, so most of them have a quirky temperament and hate this kind of worldly cliché. What's more, it's still a noble Xianyi therapist like March!

However, Qimao was not interested in the seasoned entertainment of the night core, he did not play cards according to common sense, but circled around the night core, his eyes were always staring at the night core's hair, and the night core felt a little hairy.

Qimao didn't notice Yexin's discomfort, he just muttered, "What is missing?"

And when Yexin just wanted to ask: What is this for?,

Qimao suddenly patted his head, and he shouted loudly: "There is! Xiaofeng is level eight, and the direction is from southeast to southeast!"

With his voice, Qimao raised the index finger of his right hand and waved it towards the head of the night core, and then, I saw that the ring on the index finger emitted bursts of blue light, showing a heavenly joy!

In the blue light, an inexplicable wind suddenly whistled out of thin air from Nightcore's head! Then, in the stunned expressions of Seven Nights and March, Nightcore's hair was perfectly positioned by the continuous strong wind!

Yes, in just a moment, Nightcore was like a haircut, but every one of his hairs was blown by the natural wind and put together in perfect shape.

And Qimao, who had done all this, was obviously very satisfied, only to see him nod, and said to himself: "Very good, God! This is a magic hair!" Then he snapped his fingers and said loudly: "Liumao! Come out, work!"

As soon as his voice was finished, he heard a "squeak", and a large mirror near him was opened, and then he saw a thin young man running out quickly.

Liumao is just like his name, there are only six hairs on the top of his head! After looking around, Liumao quickly used the thumb and index finger of both hands to form a picture frame, and in the flashing blue light emitted by the ring worn by the index finger of his right hand, a picture actually fell from the space where his four fingers were grown.

Liumao's Yiji is to be able to reproduce objects on a piece of paper, which is similar to a camera, and at this moment, he is taking pictures around March, Qimao is of course not happy, kicked him away, pointed to the surprised night core next to him, and shouted: "Idiot, who is it to shoot?

Seeing that Liumao didn't care at all, patted the kicked buttocks, and after posing OK to Qimao, he patted around the night core again.

Seeing Qimao walk up to March again, he said apologetically: "Laugh, noble crown, because your hair is so beautiful, Liumao mistakenly thinks that it is from me." But in fact, your hair quality has surpassed my own hair to a certain extent! It's on par with this young man's magic hair!" After saying that, he touched his hair narcissistically.

There are seven clans on the continent, each with a distinct appearance, the most obvious feature of which is the hair, and generally speaking, the best hair is the aqua attendants, whose troubadours once praised for being as blue and soft as water!

March is a water tribe, and she has been carefully taking care of her hair, so it is natural that she has attracted Liumao's eyes. In second place are the attendants of the Sword Clan, whose silver hair shines like the edge of a sword, and has always been praised by the troubadours.

No, Qiye, who is a sword master, is in a hurry. I saw him shouting loudly: "Qimao, don't brag, the real magic hair is like this!" After speaking, he shook his head, and suddenly the black hair flowed up, like a willow swaying in the wind, extremely beautiful!

Magic Hair is the most outstanding hair title in Night City's annual Best Hair Contest, and of course almost every year's Magic Hair is made by Qimao. So Qimao knows very well the meaning of real magic hair, and hair like Qiye can't even pass the audition.

So when Qimao heard this, he immediately changed the topic, only to see him cough seriously, and said: "Ahem, Qiye, about the snow chariot, you also know that the scale of Shuanglong's pig capture this time is far greater than in previous years, including adventurers, we have sold a thousand snow chariots, and I have carefully left the last three for you, who called us good friends, go, now I am afraid to take the three of you to pick up the car!"

After Qimao said this, he waved his hand to Liumao. Liumao took the lead and walked into the mirror passage that he had just jumped out of.

Hearing him say this, Qiye had no interest in dwelling on the demon problem anymore, he woke up Yexin and March, who were still in a state of confusion, and said, "Shout! Go, I'll take you to see the coolest place in this night city!"

And July wanted to scratch Liumao with his claws, but the only thing that made him proud was that Qimao also affirmed the beauty of his hair, and the husband should feel that his wife was praised outside. In short, in order to uphold her woman's way, she must be calm and quiet, and obey her husband's advice outside.

So the three of them followed Qimao into the passage. The passage was more than enough for two people, and the walls of the passage were covered with all kinds of hairs, which shone unusually in the light of the white light.

Qimao and Liumao walked in front, they were talking happily about something as they walked, Yexin didn't pay attention to listening, he just leaned over to Qiye, and asked in a low voice: "Qiye, your friend is so strange, why did you give him money just now?"

Qian pointed out that before the night core saw that Qiye secretly stuffed a piece of red paper, the night core had seen it in the illusion of the old night crow's arrogant grandfather, and most of those adventurers were desperate for this kind of thing.

The currency on the mainland is called Yi coin, which has coins (made of a rare metal) and paper Yi coins, and the normal monthly expenses of ordinary people are 200 Yi coins.

Of course, these Qiye knew that he had just stuffed Qimao with a paper coin with a face value of ten yuan, but it was strange that Yexin, a local tyrant who only used gold cards (a card mostly used by nobles, was invented by the great elder in charge of economic power), would know this kind of Yi coin, he patted his head and replied: "Xinxin, this is one of Qimao's regulations, it seems that people who have physical contact with him have to pay, and the hug is ten yuan, so Uncle Ben rewarded him." "Qiye was originally afraid that Yexin would be disgusted by Qimao's strange behavior, so he deliberately concealed it.

"Aren't you friends?" Sure enough, it's a weirdo, Nightcore thought to herself, and asked casually.

"It's his wife who has to pay!" Nanaya replied with a look of contempt, and then he added solemnly: "Xinxin, the human heart is evil, remember, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests!"

After hearing their conversation after Nightcore, she began to think wildly, she was calculating, if Nightcore also had such a quirk, how much would it cost to support him by herself? hugging for eight hours a day, holding hands for twelve hours, kissing for six hours, and then, of course, doing shameful things, she didn't realize that there were only twenty hours in a day......