"Little mute, don't worry, I'll take you tomorrow. It's just that if the Son takes a fancy to you, you have to serve the Son.

My Father said that the Son has supreme rights, is the king of all our orcs, and can pamper any woman at will. Huang Xiong was still a little anxious.

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

made an appointment with Huang Xiong to see her in the old place tomorrow, and when the time came, he took her to choose a maid, and Feng Xingying said goodbye, disappeared like a mystery, and escaped back to her Lihuang Sword 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 person with an upper body and a snake with a lower body, shaking 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, I heard that the Holy Son is handsome, and the women of the whole city came to run for election, crying and clamoring to be his maids. Huang Xiong complained: "Hurry up and put your tail away, like other women, learn to apply some makeup." ”

Feng Xingying didn't want to hold his current tail and become a human, so hurry up and keep up.

It's just that after looking around, Feng Xingying was a little deflated.

This kind of makeup, she doesn't want to paint!

Looking at the women around them learning the appearance of the great shaman on their faces, drawing various patterns, and colorful patterns, they simply play with their faces as a palette.

One here has a picture of a bird, that side is a flower, and another has a multicolored spider, which is hideous and terrifying.

"Can you not paint?" Feng Xingying was almost frightened into tears by their exaggerated appearance.

"Isn't that pretty? We orcs are a race close to nature, and we should have the color of nature on our faces. Huang Xiong also said to Feng Xingying with envy:

"That's my sister Huang Dora, and her face is painted with the Flying Lionman, the ancestor of our lion people. Pretty, right. ”

"......" Feng Xingying didn't want to say, a good girl had a lump of soaring on her face, it felt really beautiful!

How to communicate with different aesthetics?

Seeing that Huang Xiong said hello to Huang Dora, Huang Dora boldly took a brush and a palette to come and put makeup on Feng Xingying.

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

"Girls love beauty, didn't your predecessors of the snake people teach you? ”

But what kind of makeup are you painting?

Feng Xingying thought about it, and he still had to follow the local customs, so he could only grit his teeth: "I'll paint it myself!"

I saw Feng Xingying facing the bright spar mirror, holding the brush, and chose a rich black color, followed by bright red and blue, which is quite exaggerated!

Feng Xingying was also out of the way, she couldn't accept the painting of flowers, birds, insects and beasts on her face, so she simply learned the gameplay of Peking Opera in her previous life, and drew a colorful face on her face.

Huang Dora also looked at Feng Xingying's face curiously: "You are so ugly to draw, why do you paint so messily?"

...... "This is the quintessence of the country! Where is it ugly? You can explain it to me."

Feng Xingying doesn't talk nonsense with Huang Dora, anyway, her face has turned like this, and it is difficult to change it, Huang Xiong and Huang Dora, two lion brothers and sisters, can only regret it.

"You said that you were originally very good-looking, as long as you are like me, draw some beautiful patterns, maybe you will be taken by the Holy Son. Why don't you open your mind? ”