Huo's Tattoo Museum---

In the compartment---

Dao Zai held the tattoo sample and looked through it carefully. Master Huo's eldest disciple waited patiently for him to choose his favorite tattoo pattern.

Finally, Daozi pointed to one of them and said, "This one is very good, looks very majestic and domineering!"

The eldest disciple glanced at it: "This is the 'Nine-patterned Dragon'. The nine dragons are entangled in different shapes. From the back to the arm, the whole time is longer than that of ordinary tattoos. Can you bear the pain?"

Daozi lay on the bed, "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

The eldest disciple smiled and began to make tattoo ink, then took the sharp thorn and pointed it at the flames. After a moment, he didn't make a line and was about to stab it directly...

Daozai lay on the bed and turned his head and asked, "Why, don't you take anesthetics?"

The eldest apprentice was slightly stunned: "We are traditional tattoos, without anesthetics!"

Daozi: "…?!”

Then he asked: "Are you nine dragons? Can you miss a few?!"

...

In another compartment---

The tall and big Ding Yaozu also held a tattoo album and was choosing his favorite patterns.

Finally, he pointed to one of the pictures and said to his second apprentice: "I like this!"

The second apprentice looked at it and said with a smile: "Know the goods! This is a very difficult 'fire kirin' pattern---the kirin spits out fire, destroying the world! The pattern is not only gorgeous, but also domineering!"

Ding Yaozu smiled and said, "Then come here! I believe you!"

...

In the third compartment---

Xiangzai, who looked silly, held the tattoo album and selected it for most of the day. Until the third apprentice was bored and about to yawn, Xiangzai then pointed to a picture on the pattern and said, "I, I want this."

"One side, let me see!" The third apprentice patted the mouth that wanted to yawn with his hand, then looked at the pattern that Xiangzi chose, and then he was stunned---

"Are you sure... want this?" The third apprentice pointed to the cute and round "Doraemon" in the picture album and asked with wide eyes.

Xiangzi smiled silly: "Yes, I like it so much! It's so cute. I have a lot of its dolls in my collection!"

The third apprentice: “…?!”

I had to confirm it again. When Xiangzai said that it was the one who wanted to tattoo, the third apprentice said to Xiangzai: "Generally speaking, what customers want and what we prick, the most important thing is to recruit money and not return the goods!"

Xiangzi smiled silly: "I understand!"

...

In the fourth compartment---

Ye Jindong took off his clothes, barely lying on the bed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and smoking leisurely.

Master Huo Dongqing glanced at Ye Jindong's strong back, surprised that the gentle appearance of this boy was too inequality with his strong figure.

Ye Jindong is handsome and likes to wear suits and tie. His explosive muscles are hidden under the gentle suit, which often gives people the illusion of being "weak".

Huo Dongqing was actually deceived by Ye Jindong's appearance at first. It was not until the two of them fought that Huo Dongqing knew how perverted this slap boy was.

When Huo Dongqing felt uncomfortable for a while when he thought that he was suppressed by this young man just now, he almost broke his shoulder bones.

Thinking back to the past, he was a powerful man in the world. Apart from the "Eight Heavenly Kings" Li Jiutian who crippled him, Huo Dongqing had never been convinced, but today, he almost fell into this kid.

"Am I really old?" Huo Dongqing couldn't help but sigh. Even though he was let down by someone, he had never been so lost.

Restrained his mind, Huo Dongqing asked Ye Jindong while preparing the tattoo tools: "What do you want to stab?"

Ye Jindong lay down and vomited a smoke ring, which became bigger and drifted away.

"To be honest, I hate tattoos very much."

Huo Dongqing: “…?!”

Ye Jindong continued to say lazily: "But there is no way. Since you are going to have a chance to have sex, there is always something missing... How to say, a tattoo is like the ID card of a man from a martial arts world. With it, you will be more confident and more scared!"

Huo Dongqing couldn't stand it anymore, "My tattoo is not just for scary."

"I know," Ye Jindong turned around and smiled at Huo Dongqing, "Is your Master Huo's tattoo an art? Then let me see your craft!"

Huo Dongqing: “…?!”

After a long time, I asked: "What kind of art do you want?"

Ye Jindong: "It's up to you--I've said that you can take revenge and let me get my back!"

Huo Dongqing smiled in a silence: "That's good, I'm not polite!" Then he said: "I happened to have a work I had recently wanted to try..."

...

In a moment---

"Damn it, why does it hurt so much?" Daozai lay on the bed and gritted her teeth, biting the sheet in her mouth, trying hard to endure it, and felt like it was burning on her back.

...

Ding Yaozu lay on the bed.

The sharp tattoo needle was like a butterfly flying back and forth on his back.

Ding Yaozu still seemed very quiet.

Suddenly, hululu, hulululu!

Looking at this guy again, he actually fell asleep with his eyes closed.

...

As the tattoo needles flew, Xiangzai was trembling all over.

"It hurts so much, please be gentle!"

"I'm so sensitive, you can lighten it!"

"Please, I want to drink water!"

"Uh, please, I want to pee!"

...

Ye Jindong lay on the bed, eating a cigarette in his mouth, and looking at a Japanese magazine with both hands. Almost all of them were filled with young and beautiful beauties in swimsuits.

Ye Jindong watched with relish.

Master Huo Dongqing showed his blue veins on his forehead, and he sweated hard. He held a needle in one hand and quickly stabbed Ye Jindong's back.

No one noticed that Huo Dongqing's eyes were abrupt at this moment, his eyes flashed, and his temples were even bulging high, which was a complete combination of mind and spirit, and his spirit surged.

over time,

Huo Dongqing's one-handed speed is getting faster and faster.

As fast as lightning!

...

that's all---

An hour has passed,

Two hours have passed,

Three hours have passed...

Xiangzi came out after stabbing.

Then Ding Yaozu came out afterwards.

Finally, the knife stabbed it out.

By this time it was already dark, and almost eight hours had passed.

For ordinary tattoo masters, it takes a lot of time and time to get a tattoo, and some even take one or two months.

But Huo's tattoo hall is different. Master Huo's three apprentices are all skilled in craftsmanship and are as skilled as ever. Often, others need to do it for a month, they only need one day, others need to do it for a day, they only need one hour.

In addition, Huo's Tattoo Museum also refines secret tattoo ointment, which can be applied to customers after the tattoo is finished to help the wound heal and keep the tattoo bright.

now---

Daozi and Xiangzi are showing off their tattoos to each other.

Nine-patterned dragon, domineering and mighty.

Fire Qilin, cool and eye-catching.

Only Xiangzi wrapped her clothes and refused to let them see them.

"What the hell are you doing? What are you tattooing?" Dao Zai asked, pulling Xiangzai who was constantly dodging.

"Yes, we have let you see ours, and you have let us see yours too!" Ding Yaozu took action directly, and stinged Xiangzai's clothes torn.
To be continued...