mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 938
The black cat sat on the van, constantly thinking about what Xiao Feng said to him just now.

After a long time, he grinned grimly and murmured: "Little girl, do you think I didn't hold back?
Want to get rid of Lao Tzu?

There are no doors! "

After getting out of the car, the black cat was a little surprised when he saw more than 20 people who were still standing there like sculptures.

But at this moment, Xiao Feng came back unexpectedly.

He subconsciously took two steps back, not sure what the other party wanted to do.

"This is for you." Xiao Feng threw two white pills, and confessed: "One is divided into ten parts, and stuffed into the mouths of these people you brought, and then don't worry about it."

He went back and forth, and took out two pills to relieve the anesthesia effect, naturally not out of kindness.

I was worried that the abnormal phenomenon of these people's motionlessness would be watched by people. When the time comes, people will follow what they say, and then there will be a "haunting incident in front of the Fenghua Xueyue shop", which will be very interesting.

After giving the black cat pills, Xiao Feng got into a taxi.

He didn't care if Black Cat's [-] or so people would continue to smash the windows of his shop.

As he said, if a person dies, even a god can't save him.

If those people really don't want to live, there is nothing they can do, all they can do is send a ride.

Sitting in the taxi, Xiao Feng looked out the window, thoughtful.

He could predict that if he took advantage of the opportunity to help Ma Zimeng get rid of the black cat, Ma Zimeng would probably give him a big gift to express his gratitude later.

She even suspected that the purpose of Ma Zimeng targeting Fenghua Xueyue in this way was to make the black cat fight with her, and then kill people with a knife.

Unfortunately, Ma Zimeng made a wrong calculation after all.

If she was less scheming, asked for help straight to the point, and then showed enough sincerity, probably, probably, maybe... Xiao Feng would really agree to help her.

But a wrong start is doomed to a wrong end, and this cannot be changed.

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The meal can be called very rich, but when everyone is eating, they can't help looking at Nengren from time to time.

With so many masks on his face, he can't see anything wrong when he eats. This method is really clever!
After eating and drinking enough, Nengren officially began to give lectures.

Standing in front of a large blackboard, he first wrote the word "transformation" on the blackboard with chalk, and then said, "Who would like to express his opinion on these two words?"

Right in front of the blackboard, except for Xiao Feng and Xue Nuofu, everyone else has a small maza, with notebooks and pens in their hands, ready to take notes at any time.

The only thing that is different is Tie Wa, who uses a pencil and has a dictionary on his lap.

Hui Shiba kindly said: "Brother Tie Wa, how about I lend you my notes later, so you don't have to memorize them."

"Our feelings and understandings are definitely different, and besides, I can't always rely on you." Tie Wa insisted: "I just remember it myself."

At this time, the little girl raised her hand and said: "Mr. Neng, to put it bluntly, Yi Rong is to change her original appearance."

"Very good!" Nengren waved his hand, motioned the little girl to sit down, and continued to ask: "Anyone else have a different opinion?"

Lin Jiaxuan, who was sitting in the front row, got up and said, "Transfiguration, what you need is not only the appearance, but also the spirit."

"Oh?" Neng Ren said with great interest: "It seems that you know something about Yi Rong?"

"I have been in touch with it a little bit." Lin Jiaxuan said flatly.

After her, several others spoke up.

After listening to it, Nengren smiled and said: "What everyone said just now is very good and correct, but in fact this thing is a craft, or a method.

What I want to do is to help everyone master this method as soon as possible. As for how you use it, it is none of my business.

After learning, you can make yourself more handsome, date beautiful girls, or change your appearance, try different identities, and experience different lives.

In short, no matter what you use it for, it is the business to have a firm grasp of the means first. "

Having said that, Nengren picked up the chalk and wrote the word "production" on the blackboard.

"First of all, let me tell you about the production." Nengren picked up a mask on the table and said, "At noon, Boss Xiao asked me if this mask was made of human skin, and now I tell you clearly, no!

This is handed down from my ancestors. The production process is not complicated. Next, I will lead everyone to make it by myself. The points that need attention during the process can be written down. "

After finishing his speech, Nengren walked to the table in front of him and motioned for everyone to gather around and watch.

While adding ingredients to the water basin, he joked, "Don't look at this process as cooking, but it's much more difficult than cooking.

The main difficulty lies in the color and the proportion of various materials.

Before starting the production, everyone must first determine what kind of skin color you need, fair or dark, bronze or sallow.

Then according to the needs, what should be added and what should not be added, you can know in your heart. "

After a pause, Nengren said again: "Besides, you also need to consider whether the role you play matches your appearance.

For example, if you want to play the role of an old farmer who has been working in the fields all year round, but it turns out that the skin is more delicate than that of a big girl, then the designation is that people will be misunderstood at a glance. "

As soon as this remark came out, the audience laughed again and again.

Xiao Feng, who was sitting on the teacher's chair at the back, also found it very interesting.

Looking at it like this, it seems that the other party is not giving a lecture for the first time.

Seeing his expression, Xue Nuofu asked for credit and said, "How is it? You didn't spend the money for nothing, did you?"

Xiao Feng didn't answer, and asked, "How did you know this Nengren?"

"It's a coincidence." Xue Nuofu explained: "In fact, seven or eight years ago, he was very famous, and he often gave lectures to various forces, big and small, and his appearance was different every time.

This time I found out that he asked for 5000 million yuan and would teach courses that he had never taught before, so I tried to contact him. "

"This kindness is very mysterious." Xiao Feng didn't know what it meant.

Xue Nuofu was startled, and said with a smile: "If it's not mysterious, he probably wouldn't be alive now."

While talking, Nengren clapped his hands, snapped his fingers and said, "It's done, wait for 10 minutes, and you can take it out after it solidifies.

Taking advantage of this time, I wrote down the blending methods of various colors and the required materials on the blackboard, and everyone copied them down and practiced on their own. "

After speaking, I started to write on the blackboard.

There are dozens of materials in total.

Xiao Feng did the math, the lowest cost of a match is about 600 yuan, while the highest cost can be thousands.

Of course, considering that the purchased materials are not limited to one piece, if the cost is evenly spread, it should be much less.

(End of this chapter)