Chief don't slap in the face

Xia Lingyue frowned slightly, these equipments were worth at least five hundred knives, which was a lot of money.

"Okay, wait for me to come back!"

Xia Ye is happy, he doesn't worry about this the most, as a survivor who survived the "mass extinction" disaster, the knowledge he possesses as a college student is a huge treasure house for today's people.

"Then it's a deal!"

Mo Wuheng smiled openly, and wanted to high-five Xia Ye as an oath.

"Made by a master craftsman, Moli visits!"

Buddy report.

"Oh, what a hassle!"

Mo Wuheng scratched his hair impatiently: "Wait a minute, I'll come as soon as I go!"

"Is it really okay not to give money?"

Seeing Mo Wuheng go out, Xia Lingyue hurriedly asked.

"Do not worry!"

Money is a trivial matter, Xia Ye is willing to give the blueprint because he wants Mo Wuheng to protect his sister, otherwise why would he help you?

"Ok."

Xia Lingyue looked at the craftsman's studio, and couldn't help feeling: "That girl must be a powerful mechanics!"

Xia Ye dealt with it casually, and when he saw the pottery puppet before, he took off the blindfold decisively, concentrated his attention, and stared at it.

Ten seconds later, in the field of vision, the pottery puppet became translucent. There was a hollow in its left thigh, and then some yellow lines extended out, leading to other parts, which looked like the meridians of the human body.

"Sorry, I have something important to do, I have to leave!"

Mo Wuheng came back in a hurry, saw Xia Ye standing in front of the doll, and asked: "By the way, do you still want this? I checked it again, but still found nothing. Its casting process is very special. They are all integrated, and if they are demolished by force, they will be completely damaged.”

"I see that it is well preserved, and there is no damage. Is there something wrong with the internal structure?"

Xia Ye doesn't know how to use mechanisms, so he can only guess based on those lines.

"I think the power should be exhausted, but I don't know where to put the vitality stone!"

Mo Wuheng was helpless.

"You can try the left thigh!"

Xia Ye reckoned that those lines might be the route of vitality flow, so he made a gesture: "Probably here!"

"is it?"

Mo Wuheng pondered, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible: "Okay, I'll check it again when I'm done. If it's repaired, it's yours!"

"This is unnecessary!"

Xia Ye refused: "But please help take care of my sister!"

After returning home, Xia Ye immediately began to pack his things: "I plan to leave now, go to Taohuayuan to prepare, and officially go to the Fengjing ruins tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?"

Xia Lingyue's body trembled, and a wave of worry came to her heart.

"Sooner or later we have to leave!"

Xia Ye has been waiting for a day for a long time, this is the beginning of his road to revenge.

"Okay, let's wash up, and I'll help you apply makeup on your tattooed face!"

Xia Lingyue's expression turned serious.

No.17 Apply makeup on the face of the tattoo, and the warrior travels!

Xia Ye used a wooden bucket to draw well water, poured it on his body, and then smeared some acacia. After three times, he sat down at the wooden table.

Summer Moon has ready dyes, natural pigments squeezed from plants, which are a must for every tribal warrior.

Neither of them spoke, their expressions solemn.

Xia Lingyue tied up Xia Ye's shoulder-length black hair with a length of yellow hemp rope woven by herself, and made a tall single ponytail.

After that, I mixed the dye, dipped it with an animal hair brush, and carefully painted it on his face.

Half an hour later, Xia Lingyue took two steps back, appreciating her work with satisfaction. For this day, she had secretly practiced for a long time.

Glancing into the water basin, Xia Ye's expression became bitter.

"Do you have to use purple?"

Xia Ye was speechless.

When soldiers go out, they will paint various patterns on their faces and bodies. This is called facial tattooing. It is a sacred tribal ritual, which represents the missing of family members, prays for a safe return, and prays for victory!

The pattern depicted by the summer moon is two erected crescents, starting from the eyebrows, passing through the eyes, and ending on the cheeks, which are exactly symmetrical.

The lines are simple, but with just a few strokes, it outlines the charm of the moonlit night. Coupled with Xia Ye's delicate and slightly soft face, a cool, elegant, and gentle aura rushes towards his face.

"I'm going to kill people, what's the point of painting it gay purple? Gays are gay!"

Xia Ye doesn't like it. Applying makeup on the tattoo also has a connotation of deterring the enemy, so most of them are ferocious, ferocious, and terrifying patterns of ferocious beasts. Some soldiers even have beheaded figures tattooed on their faces.

"What gay purple? Don't talk nonsense!"

Xia Lingyue slapped Xia Ye on the head. This is a sacred ceremony, nonsense is not allowed, otherwise he will lose the protection of his ancestors and die on the battlefield: "Look carefully!"

Xia Ye lowered his head, and the water surface was rippling. He found that the lower part of the crescent moon was matched with red dye and rendered with techniques. It looked like viscous fresh blood, which was about to drip.

"Wow?"

Xia Ye exclaimed, looking from below, the two crescents looked more like the fangs of an ancient giant beast that was dripping blood, as if it was picking someone to eat, and it seemed that it had already torn the prey.

A restrained killing intent rushed towards his face.

"This is the juice squeezed out by violets. I found it after searching for a long time!"

Summer Moon still has nothing to say, its flower language represents eternal longing and love!

"Not bad!"