"By the way, girl, can you tell me what you are doing with so many tiny grooves in your mask!" The blacksmith asked, it was the first time he had made such a strange mask in all the years he had been making!

Nangong Mo's hand touched the mask, and his fingers obviously touched some small pitted grooves, this kind of groove can't be seen, only touch it!

Nangong Mo touched the groove, smiled without saying a word, stroked his hand to a position, and with a slight slip, his finger was punctured, and blood flowed out and dripped onto the mask, adding a different color to the mask!

"Girl, ......" The blacksmith didn't understand that the drawing of the forging mask was given to him by her, so she knew that he had seen the drawing and said that he would remove these sharp protrusions, for fear of hurting herself!

After all, those sharp spots are on the edges of the mask, as well as on the front of the mask and the reverse edge of the face band!

Although the reverse edge of the piece could be half removed, there were still a lot of spikes in that place.

Although I didn't understand why she designed the mask like this, the blacksmith was afraid that she might hurt her face when she wore the mask, so he mentioned it to Nangong Mo! But Nangong Mo didn't agree!

It stands to reason that she should have known that there were a lot of spikes in this place, how could she touch her hand there and let her hand be stabbed!

"Girl, your hand ......" The blacksmith said with a little worry when he saw Nangong Mo's fingers, bleeding drop by drop.

"Don't worry, I'm just testing if this edge is sharp!" Nangong Mo said with a faint smile, and didn't wipe the blood on his fingers, but dripped the blood on that place!

Blood, drop by drop, dripped on that mask, and after a while, the whole half of the mask that could be removed and put on was dripping with blood!

"Do you have any paint?" Nangong Mo asked.

"Is the girl going to paint her mask?" The blacksmith asked.

"Hmm!"

"Yes, girl, what color do you want?" The blacksmith asked.

"Is there blood?" Nangong Mo said, not afraid that he wouldn't understand, and added: "It's almost similar to blood, is there a bright red?"

"This ...... I'll look for it, girl, wait a minute! The blacksmith thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm!"

After a while, the blacksmith took different oil bottles and jars!

The blacksmith opened the jars one by one, and they were all red in varying degrees!

"Girl, I don't know what kind of red you want, but fortunately I brought it to you, take a look!" The blacksmith said.

"Hmm!" Nangong Mo nodded and looked at it.

This can, no, the color is too dark! This jar is too bright in color to match the color of blood at all! Although this can is bright red, it is too dull!

Nangong Mo picked and chosen, and finally took a fancy to a can that was not too dark, not too bright, but looked a little bright!

Nangong Mo picked up a small brush, took a little paint color, brushed it on the useless silverware next to it, and saw that the color was almost close, so he nodded and said, "Just this can!"

"Okay! I don't know where the girl wants to brush? I'll brush it for you! The blacksmith said enthusiastically.

"No need, I'll do it myself!" Nangong Mo politely declined.

I picked up a small brush, dipped it in paint, and brushed it along the small area where the blood had just dripped and I brushed it up!

The bright red is stained with blood red, and a different color is presented on that mask, like red, not red!

This blood-red, bright red color can represent a symbol! Insolent! Defy? Blood!

Bright red, representing arrogance, and blood red! That's blood!

...