As soon as this remark came out, several grateful eyes were immediately received.
The two brothers Lin Jinlong and Lin Jinpeng touched the back of their heads and smiled embarrassedly.
What are they bothered about?
They weren't there either!
Feng Yi also secretly laughed, and he was not there.
"Fifth Brother, Seventh Brother, Lan Brother, Feng Yi, you don't need to disguise yourself, four masks are enough."
Lin Qingluo smiled, and waved her slender hand while speaking, a soft aura circled around the tent and returned with a few small wild flowers.
"Master, do you use flower petals to make a disguise mask?"
Mo Canglan's eyes widened and his heart beat faster.
"Um."
Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile, pulled off the petals and placed them in her palm.
The golden light flashed, the petals burst open, and the fresh juice suspended on the palm, condensed and formed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a mask as thin as cicada's wings.
"Can you make it easy with this?"
All the young men stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"Um."
Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile: "Yixuan, come here, my sister will show you on your face first."
"good."
Lin Yixuan nodded obediently, and without any hesitation, he approached his sister with a smile.
Lin Qingluo's brows and eyes were gentle: "Close your eyes, it will be fine in a while."
"Um."
Lin Yixuan trusted his sister as always, and closed his eyes obediently.
Lin Qingluo was in high spirits, imagining another face in his mind, waved his hand gracefully, and the mask made of condensed flower juice was lightly applied to his face.
In a few breaths, there was a red mole between the eyebrows, and the handsome young man disappeared.
Appearing in front of the group of young men was a boy with thin cheeks and a sallow complexion.
"hiss."
"That's right, madam, madam."
Shi Shi spoke poorly and almost bit his own tongue again.
"Master, can you make me look a little better?"
Wang Meng pays great attention to his image and doesn't want to be ridiculed by his brothers.
"Okay, you can be whatever you want."
Lin Qingluo smiled and said, "As long as I can think of it in my mind, I can print it out."
"Master, I want to become Pan An and make the girls in the city be mesmerized by me."
Shi Shi answered very smoothly, pinching the orchid fingers and pretending to be.
"Here, it's started again."
Wang Meng gave him a blank look with disgust.
"Hahaha."
Lin Jinlong was amused, and laughed and joked: "This kid, he told the truth, that's what he thinks."
"Daydreaming!"
Feng Yi sneered angrily.
"There's no need to become Pan An."
Lin Yixuan didn't care, and with a yellow and thin refugee face, he cheerfully joked, "It's fine to become exactly the same as the first son of Qi."
"Hahaha."
Lin Jinlong was very happy to hear it, and patted him on the shoulder to tease: "You are good, you have a very active mind, and you can walk around very quickly."
Lin Qingluo smiled: "Yixuan, how does the mask feel when you put it on your face? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"The air permeability is very good, and there is no strange feeling."
Lin Yixuan responded cheerfully: "My sister didn't ask, I almost forgot that there is still such a thing on my face."
"It's just ugly."
Wind Wing gave a pertinent evaluation.
"It would be nice to have a brighter complexion."
It is rare for Wang Meng to look at his face: "A little guy who is quite eye-catching, it suddenly becomes like this, it's a bit creepy."