latelenovela Chapter 429 Can you help me shave my head?
Chapter 429 Can you help me shave my head?
Mu Yunya never promised Huangfu Zique anything.
But Huangfu Zique always insisted on forcibly binding people to his boat.
Public opinion can be a powerful force, and over time, not everyone will assume that Mu Yunya will become a member of the Huangfu family.
Just thinking about that scene made Mu Yunfei feel irritated.
Mu Yunya can only ever be associated with the Mu family in this lifetime.
Of the nearly 10 billion people in the world, she chose Mu Yunya's body, which shows that she was destined to be connected with the Mu family.
He would not let anyone who dared to force her to do something she resisted, not even her own brother, off easily.
Unless, unless she does it voluntarily...
No, Mu Yunfei took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the anger surging in her chest. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't. For the rest of her life, she could only enter the Mu family.
Long Yuan, who wanted to pull Mu Yunfei away: ...
Why does this kid look like he wants to eat someone alive?
Could it be that she's also taken a liking to...?
Without further thought, Long Yuan immediately suppressed all those inappropriate thoughts.
Why bother with something that's going to have no outcome?
No one can stop her determination to return to another world, can they?
Around four o'clock in the morning, the six people opened their eyes and began to get busy.
Mu Zhen rummaged through a pile of jade porcelain bottles he had taken out of his storage bag, opened one of the stoppers, and asked Xiao Jukeng, "Can the pills inside restore my hand immediately?"
"This is a low-grade fasting pill. Eating one will keep you from feeling hungry for a whole day, but it does not have any healing properties."
"With so many kinds of pills, isn't there a single one for healing injuries?"
More than fifty bottles, enough to fill two storage bags, were used to prepare all the pills.
There wasn't a single thing that could heal wounds; it was all stuff for replenishing blood and detoxifying.
Six fasting pills were poured out.
I'm too lazy to make breakfast, I'll do it tomorrow. Taking pills all the time definitely won't provide enough nutrition.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much fresh food in the storage bag.
Little Giant Pit sat down on the small sofa and lazily replied, "No!" There should be some in his storage bag, but unfortunately he couldn't take them out.
Mu Zhen put all the bottles into her backpack.
What can be done? It costs five spirit stones every time you take something out of the storage bag.
Now everyone only has five spirit orbs left, which they need to keep for emergencies.
Glancing at the five men washing up by the stream, he knew he couldn't waste any more time; he still needed to get a haircut.
I picked up a backpack, but after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find what I wanted.
【Huh? Where are the hair-shaving tools? I checked several times before I left, they were in this backpack!】
Why is it still missing?
Huangfu Zique slowed down his brushing, a guilty look flashing in his eyes, but it only lasted for two seconds.
Hum a cheerful melody to dispel the tension.
He did it so discreetly that she couldn't have found out, and his other brothers wouldn't have been so shameless as to expose him.
Hmph! I refuse to believe I can't turn you around this time!
The only way to force a person to change their preferences is to break through with another habit.
This is similar to smokers quitting cigarettes. Are they quitting cigarettes? They are quitting long-established habits.
It's a psychological addiction.
Mu Yunya had long been accustomed to rubbing her head with a towel while washing her face, which was equivalent to washing her hair.
I bet when you first transmigrated here, washing your hair was a painful experience, right?
It doesn't necessarily have to be that long; a slightly shoulder-length hairstyle also looks great, giving off a carefree and refreshing vibe.
Most importantly, it's easy to wash.
He needs to find a way to make her love the feeling of washing her hair, the kind of feeling where she feels uncomfortable if she doesn't wash it herself every day.
Only in this way can we ensure that her hair will grow.
‘Crash! ’
Mu Zhen dumped everything from his backpack onto the grass.
No, really no, how could this be? Could it be early menopause? Did I never even put anything in?
Long Yuan shook his head, both amused and exasperated, but he fully supported Zi Que in this matter.
Although he considers himself not someone who judges people by their appearance, he really can't accept being bald...
I feel uncomfortable every time I see that white head.
After confirming that she had forgotten to bring her razor, Mu Zhen jogged to the stream and asked her teammates for help: "Hey, could any of you lend me your razor?"
Emperor Tianhuang's answer was to take a razor blade out of the box and then skillfully shave his stubble in front of the mirror.
Mu Zhen: ...
Then he went to see Mu Yunfei.
The same skilled operation.
Holy crap, am I still half asleep? Why is everyone shaving with razor blades?
Huangfu Zique's razor is high-tech.
I even secretly used it once; it was incredibly convenient.
Other people's razors shouldn't be much less outdated.
Why is it that after traveling far away, people tend to revert to their simpler ways?
Could it be that he developed a fondness for razor blades after using them once on the cruise ship?
Tsk tsk tsk! A bunch of idiots who insist on enduring hardship without ever experiencing it.
Call them stupid? They can even recite the Rebirth Sutra from memory.
They're smart, aren't they...?
I stared like an idiot at a few weirdos happily scraping with razor blades for a while. [I'm seriously speechless!]
"Use the razor blade if you want; otherwise, it'll be harder to clean your head."
Of course, you can't make the blade yourself; you have to rely on someone else.
Mu Zhen looked around and finally fixed her gaze on the helpful Mu Yunfei.
He leaned forward, rubbed his hands together, and pleaded in a fawning tone, "Hehe, Mu...!" Seeing that Mu didn't seem inclined to turn around and acknowledge him, he immediately changed his address, "Brother Fei, Brother Fei..."
"Could you please shave my head for me?"
While Mu Yunfei was washing the towel, Leng Rui kept glancing around, as if he was always on guard.
"Besides myself, I'll only slit the throats of anyone else!!"
While speaking, his gaze never once strayed towards the girl.
Mu Zhen: ...
My neck feels a little cold.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the man's large, well-defined hands, which were even longer and more perfect than a pianist's.
Unexpectedly, the image of the short man having his throat slit came back to mind.
Forget it, let's find someone else.
I don't want to have to wear this messy hair all the time! I rubbed my tingling scalp and gave up.
[Then who should we contact? The Heavenly God?]
Emperor Tianhuang's back tensed, and just like on the cruise ship, he almost swung the blade again, leaving afterimages.
Mu Zhen gasped sharply. [Holy crap, even shaving pig bristles wasn't this fast!]
No way, my scalp isn't as thick as pigskin. I need to get a new one.
The men all smiled in unison. This guy was hilarious; it was the first time they'd ever seen someone compare themselves to a pig.
Wow! Didn't she compare herself to Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) in the bathhouse that time?
Mu Zhen was still frowning as she selected a suitable target.
"Long Yuan? That's even worse. He's even more reckless than Mu Yunfei."
Aside from his patience with guns, when has he ever washed dishes without causing some kind of trouble?
Fu Tingyu? This guy does have patience, but...
Fu Tingyu's hand trembled, and a small bloodstain appeared on his chin.
Mu Zhen suddenly shuddered.