Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 1873 Different aesthetics!
"Little dumb, don't worry, I will take you there tomorrow. But, if the Holy Son takes a fancy to you, you have to serve the Holy Son.

My father said that the Holy Son has the supreme right, is the king of all our orcs, and can favor any woman he wants. "Huang Xiong was still a little anxious.

"It is also my honor to be favored by the Holy Son." Feng Xingying casually made up an excuse for being a fan, and Huang Xiong felt regretful when he heard it.

I made an appointment with Huang Xiong to meet at the same place tomorrow, when he took her to choose a maid, Feng Xingying said goodbye, disappeared like a mystery, and escaped back to her Lihuangjian space.

She doesn't even have a place to live outside, so she might as well go back to the space to sleep.

Early the next morning, Feng Xingying was still dressed as a man in the upper body and a snake in the lower body, wagging her big tail, waiting for Huang Xiong to take her to participate in the selection of maids.

"I really don't understand. You women are vain. I heard that the Holy Son is the future king and that the Holy Son is handsome. Women from all over the city came to run for election, crying and begging to be his maids." Huang Xiong Tucao: "Hurry up and put your tail away, just like other women, learn to put on some makeup."

Feng Xingying didn't want to hold on to her current tail and become a human, so hurry up and follow.

However, looking around, Feng Xingying felt a little discouraged.

She doesn't want to paint this kind of makeup!
Looking at the women around me imitating the appearance of a great shaman, painting various patterns on their faces, and the colorful patterns are simply playing with the face as a palette.

One painted a flying bird here, a field of flowers over there, and another painted a colorful spider, which was hideous and terrifying.

"Can I not draw?" Feng Xingying was scared to tears by their exaggerated appearance.

"Isn't this beautiful? We orcs are a race close to nature, so our faces should have the colors of nature." Huang Xiong also said to Feng Xingying with envy:
"That's my sister Huang Dora. Her face is painted with the flying lion people, the ancestors of our lion people. Isn't it beautiful?"

"..." Feng Xingying didn't want to say it, the face of a nice girl was covered with lumps, it didn't feel pretty!

With different aesthetics, how should we communicate?

Seeing Huang Xiong say hello to Huang Duola, Huang Duola boldly held a brush and a palette, and wanted to come and do Feng Xingying's makeup.

"Do I have to draw? I don't have the natural beauty of Dora." Feng Xingying was helpless.

"Girls love beauty. Didn't your snake-human predecessors teach you? You have to put on makeup first for formal occasions."

But what kind of makeup do you paint?

Feng Xingying thought for a while, but he still had to do as the Romans do, so he could only grit his teeth: "I draw by myself!"

I saw Feng Xingying facing the bright spar mirror, holding the writing brush, and chose a rich black color, followed by bright red and blue. These colors are quite exaggerated!

Feng Xingying also went all out, she couldn't accept painting flowers, birds, insects and animals on her face, so she simply learned how to play Peking Opera in her previous life, and painted a thick and colorful facial make-up on her face.

Huang Duola also looked at Feng Xingying's face curiously: "You draw it so ugly, why do you draw it in such a mess?"

"..." This is the quintessence of the country!Where is it ugly?You tell me clearly.

Feng Xingying didn't talk nonsense with Huang Duola, anyway, her face had already turned into this, and it was difficult to change. Huang Xiong and Huang Duola, two lion-human brothers and sisters, could only sigh with regret.

"You said that you are pretty good-looking. As long as you draw some beautiful patterns like me, you might be spotted by the Holy Son. Why don't you get the hang of it?"

(End of this chapter)