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"Change my appearance? A new identity?" Preskin looked at Zhen Fan with some doubts, and then remembered the three different people he met in the park for the first time. In fact, they were all Zhen Fan.

, I suddenly realized in my heart, it was obvious that my master had this incredible ability.

Zhen Fan nodded to him, then shook his head and said: "Come to the study with me!" Then he led the somewhat uneasy Preskin into the study. He asked him to sit down. Zhen Fan didn't know where he was.

He took out a basin in a corner with some soil in it, and then watched Zhen Fan pour it into the soil.

Although Preskin looked at the pot of soil that Zhen Fan was squeezing with his hands and was a little confused, he still heard Zhen Fan chatting with him with a smile and said: "I am still good at squeezing soil. You said you like handsome

Younger, or do you prefer to be honest and sincere, middle-aged?"

"Whatever, if you just make some changes, I don't care what your appearance looks like." Preskin said, and then looked at Zhen Fan worriedly, "Can I change back again in the future?"

Zhen Fan laughed when he heard this, and then said seriously: "It is possible, but there are also impossible situations. What do you want me to tell you? If you just want to be a disciple of mine, then you must

I can’t change back. I won’t let my works be changed at will. Of course, if one day you can change yourself back, then... you can change back, but... I am looking forward to this day.

!”

"I will change myself, Master!" Preskin said solemnly. Then he looked at Zhen Fan and stirred the soil in the basin without saying anything more.

.Slowly the soil was mixed into mud. Then Zhen Fan used the mud to shape the shape of a person's face, but he couldn't tell how good or bad it was.

"Okay, Shia, come here and give it a try!" Zhen Fan waved to Preskin, and then he sat on the armchair.

Preskin slowly leaned his head on the headrest of the chair, and then saw Zhen Fan approaching him slowly. He slowly put the clay mask in his hand on his own.

On his face, he couldn't help but close his eyes, which was a sign of trust. He felt the mud on his face, which had a bit of a cold taste.

Zhen Fan pinched his face with his hands, then looked at him from a distance, as if he was dissatisfied with something, then turned his head and looked at him carefully. Finally he nodded and said: "Reluctantly"

Well, you are my first work, sorry, it feels a bit like a test product!"

Preskin almost vomited blood, test subject? But after thinking about it, it didn't matter. His appearance had been through so many things when he reached his age. His mind had long been mature, so his appearance was really important to him.

It's nothing. It's just that the coldness of the mud on my face is getting colder and colder. There is even a little sting in it.

He did not dare to open his eyes. In fact, Zhen Fan was reciting Taoist mantras in his mouth. The power of countless mantras invisible to the flesh had penetrated into his face. Slowly, his face was changing.

"It might be a little itchy, please bear with it and don't scratch it with your hands, otherwise your face will be disfigured!" Zhen Fan's words still reached Preskin's ears clearly and word by word.

Before he could react, he felt that his face suddenly became hot.

Yes, the cool feeling before was completely gone, and then there was an extremely itchy feeling coming from his face, going straight into his heart, making him want to reach out his hand, but he immediately found that his hand was no longer there.

He found it at his request, but was later imprisoned by Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan was afraid that he would scratch his face, so despite the warning, he still used Taoist restraint techniques to restrain his hands. So even though it was extremely itchy, Preskin still had to endure it. This feeling was worse than

No matter what kind of punishment you receive, it is still uncomfortable, and it is ten times more painful than the pain.

"Ah -" Preskin finally couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering scream, and then his body twisted uneasily. Despite this, it did not affect Zhen Fan's continued use of his Taoist skills at all.

"It seems like someone is screaming!" Claire looked towards Zhen Fan's room. Her expression was very calm. This girl has seen many scenes that she should not have seen at her age, so she is already familiar with this thing.

Now that you have immunity, you even want to see something inside?

"Maria, who was lying beside the stairs, also looked mysterious and looked at the room and said, "Shall we take a sneak peek through the window?"

"No, the window is too high, we can't see!" Claire rejected the suggestion, and then said, "Why don't we knock on the door and see what's behind it? Uncle Zhen can't hide that person.

"

"Is he a bad person?" Maria looked up at Claire.

"Since when did Uncle Zhen get together with bad people? How stupid!" Claire grabbed Maria's hand, then ran to the door and started knocking on the door. Annie had already gone down and was in the kitchen.

Help, the two little guys without anyone to look after them became lawless people.

"Come in!" Zhen Fan's voice came from inside, and the screams stopped. "The door is not closed tightly. Come in, you two naughty guys, I will introduce you to a new friend!"

Claire pushed the door open, then cautiously poked her head in, looking around curiously for a few times. Maria was beside her legs, jumping and trying to squeeze in, but Claire didn't stop her.

Well, it didn't work.

"Are you okay? Master!" Preskin suddenly felt that the coolness and burning sensation on his face had disappeared, and even the strange itching had completely disappeared, so he tried to ask.

"Of course, how many days and nights do you think it will take? I don't have the time." Zhen Fan smiled, then patted his face and said with a smile, "How about you go get to know the two kids? You didn't even have the chance just now.

Get to know them." Zhen Fan said, waving to Claire and Maria again.

"Come in, this is your new friend!" Zhen Fan waved. Then two children came in. After the two children came in, they still looked around to make sure they didn't find any other people or creatures. Then they looked at the people sitting there.

The man next to Zhen Fan said doubtfully: "Uncle Zhen, who is this boy?"

"Boy?" Preskin felt something bad in his heart. He looked at Zhen Fan and then at Maria, "You should call me uncle!"

"Should I call him uncle?" Maria had no opinion and didn't know why it was better to call him uncle. She just looked up at Zhen Fan and asked for his opinion.

"It's up to you!" Zhen Fan smiled, then waved and said, "Okay. Preskin, why don't we go down and let those women have a look. Their vision is always more reliable than that of children.

!”

"You can't believe what a child says!" Claire muttered dissatisfied. Then she looked at Zhen Fan and Preskin came downstairs. Then she said to Maria, "Uncle? Do you think he can be yours?"

Uncle? No, he's not much older than me, so calling him brother is pretty good! But...why do people like getting older? It's really unbearable!"

Hearing Claire's words behind him, Preskin almost fainted. He went downstairs with Zhen Fan and ran to the side of the hall without letting the women see. There was a mirror there, so he could see his own face.

His whole body was stunned when he walked over, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Hey, girls, come out and meet our new guests!" Zhen Fan shouted loudly into the kitchen. Then he folded his arms and stood aside to watch the show. Obviously, such an unexpected event

His face would make these women scream in surprise.

Sure enough, Annie, who was the first to come out, looked at the man who was still looking in the mirror - no, the boy shouted, and then asked Zhen Fan strangely: "Who is he? The one who came in just now? Or..."

"He is Preskin!" Mia came out second. After putting down a plate on the dining table, she also came over, looked at Preskin who was looking in the mirror, and then said with certainty.

, "He is Preskin. I think such a masterpiece should belong to Zhen, right?"

"You guessed it right, but there is no bonus!" Zhen Fan smiled, and then smiled at Pleskin, "I just wanted to make a look that you like, but accidentally made it look like me.

It looks like that, but...it's also good this way. I guarantee that if you go out for a walk now, you will definitely attract the sunshine of the girls."

"You mean the eyes of a junior high school student?" Preskin turned around with a frown. The face of the man in the mirror was so handsome. He was indeed a very handsome guy. He was definitely one who could charm girls.

Face - if this face could be more mature and open for another three to five years.

"It's good to be younger. After all, you are my disciple now. I am only in my twenties now. I can't let my disciples fight harder than my age!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, "Let's eat.

Come on. Don’t talk about this yet! If you’re not satisfied, we’ll change it back later after dinner. I’ve thought about it, I’ll only change it once!”

"Okay, no matter what it looks like, I don't care anymore, and...do you think the mouse can be experimented on several times? One time is enough to kill him! Of course, I'm not dead yet, but...although this can be guaranteed

A face that won’t be jealous of those little boys, then give me a shot!”

Listening to Preskin's helpless words, several women were very happy, and even Mia was a little eager to try Zhen Fan's skills. If she learned this, then...who would want to have plastic surgery in the future?

, then do you still need to use the knife?

"Just a little bit of soil is enough!" In Zhen Fan's words. Face is one thing, but to learn this, you really need the foundation of Taoist cultivation behind you. If you can't achieve it, the effect will be

On the contrary, it was counterproductive, so Zhen Fan asked Mia and others to practice with peace of mind and improve their own cultivation first.

Mia's cooking was very good. During the meal, the atmosphere at the table was very lively. Even though Preskin was new, if he had come to this dinner with his previous appearance, I'm afraid no one would be willing to say more to him. A few words, but now, this face is enough to make people put down their guard, and it will also make people feel good about him involuntarily.

Even Claire and Maria were vying to sit next to him, and then chatted with him whether they had anything to say or not, and the words they said almost made Preskin vomit blood.

"Brother, my doll's clothes are torn, can you mend them for me?" Maria whispered, pulling on his sleeve. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!