Female president's private killer

Duan Tiandao took Mo Mo into the restaurant on the second floor with a strange walking posture, because he couldn't stand straight.

Struggling to sit down at a table near the window, Duan Tiandao was relieved.

A very capable waiter looked at their check-in list and nodded, "please sit down for a moment. Your free lunch will arrive soon." His movements were quick and skilled, obviously not, but with a slight push, the huge rebound from his hands made Duan Tiandao feel that the force on a certain place on the library door was transmitted to the whole facade by the extremely complex structure.

If a violent man without IQ wants to break through, he can only enter this door if he has the ability to turn into a dinosaur or at least an elephant, because he can only kick down the whole wall.

Duan Tiandao tried to push the secret door several times and felt the direction of power transmission. Suddenly, he smiled, pushed it first in the upper left corner, then in the lower right corner, and then easily pushed the heavy secret door open, smiling and nodding at Mo Mo mo.

The old man turned his mouth and smiled bitterly.

Momo didn't know what happened in this moment. She just walked into the door curiously.

The light in the dark door is sufficient and the space is not large, but it is divided into several rooms. The kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and living room are available. The cleanliness of the room is somewhat unexpected. Several strong plants decorate it, giving the seemingly simple dark room a little charm.

"Sit down." Finally, the old man who entered closed the secret door, pointed to the three chairs in the small living room, and sat down. He gently turned over a laptop from under the seemingly simple tea table. From the position where Duan Tiandao and Mo Mo sat, he couldn't see his computer interface at all. He saw the old man turn back and forth on the display screen for a while, and his eyebrows picked slightly: "what identity do you want?"

Duan Tiandao paused for a moment: "I want to be a low-key aristocrat, a Chinese who has lived abroad for a long time. The more ordinary her identity, the better. "

The old man nodded, got up, opened a small cabinet behind him, took out a plastic bag and handed it to Mo Mo: "this is a new product. Put it on and I'll take a picture for you."

Mo Mo opened the plastic bag curiously. A small bone like thing very similar to her skin color appeared in the plastic bag. She turned the gadget over and over for a long time, but she couldn't see a reason. Her face was slightly red: "how do you wear it..."

The old man looked at Duan Tiandao with a pale face: "this is the latest nose clip..." before his voice fell, Duan Tiandao had taken the bone joint in Mo Mo's hand and whispered, "close your eyes."

Mo Mo closes his eyes according to the words, only feels a slight tightening on the bridge of his nose, and then opens his eyes. Duan Tiandao has handed over a small mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mo Mo's eyes suddenly opened wide and wide. He couldn't help whispering, "this?"

Some abrupt bony joints closely fit on the bridge of the nose, as if they had grown there. The bony joints pile up a small mountain peak on a smooth ridge. With such a small change, Mo Mo doesn't recognize himself. This nose clip slightly changes the five senses, especially the distance between the eyebrows, Immediately made a subversive change in the appearance and temperament of Momo. Today's Momo is less pliable and more cold and arrogant. If you change another shape, Momo will have to think that he went to Korea for some cosmetic surgery.

Duan Tiandao's eyes are somewhat straight. This nose clip is the kind of camouflage used by Hua Ruxue.

Although the original temperament of foam was covered up, the new temperament filled the man with an impulse to conquer. He suddenly felt that all the things he had just eaten had become energy!

I have a grass!

Does this make people live!

Ah ah!