Path to the God

As soon as Liu Xing stepped in, someone came up immediately. After asking Liu Xing about the purpose of his visit, they directly brought Liu Xing to wash his hair and massage his body.    

Liu Xing swept his Spiritual Sense across his whole body, but didn't find anything. Other than the four-eyed sister sitting at the cashier counter playing on his phone who looked rather cute, there wasn't anyone else worth his attention.    

Half an hour later, the shampoo girl called a stylist over to help Liu Xing design a hairstyle.    

Based on Liu Xing's distinct outline and his handsome and oppressing face, stylist had designed a simple and lateral Boys hair style. It was fluffy and refreshing, with distinct layers, and a slanted haircurtain that covered his face. It was a perfect contrast to Liu Xing's handsome face.    

This hair style had once become Dancing King Little Pig's favorite. stylist said, "Brother, you are much more handsome than Little Pig.    

Liu Xing quickly waved his hands, "No no, you're too kind. It was Little Pig who threw me countless of streets!"    

Liu Xing spoke politely, but in his heart, he felt inexplicably proud. He felt that he was a bit floating, that no one didn't like compliments, that no one didn't like praise. This was a weakness of humanity.    

He combed Liu Xing's black, shiny, and smooth hair and said: "Brother, you have been able to maintain your hair so well, and for you to have such a long time, you must have spent a lot of time and effort. It's a pity to cut it off, do you want to cut it off and keep it as a souvenir?"    

Liu Xing was in a good mood, the hair stylist's words had also reminded him, the hair at his waist did indeed have a few life and death experiences, at the beginning there were basically nothing, but then it turned white, and then black.    

He thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, not bad. How about this? Why don't you help me leave a tinge behind, dyed white, and make a waist-length braid?"    

"En, alright!" The stylist said as he started to cut Liu Xing's hair.    

Liu Xing was bored, so he casually asked: "Master, isn't your Owner is that you? Who is he? Can you introduce me? I have heard of his name for a long time! "    

The hairstylist moved his scissors as he replied, "Brother, I'm sorry, but although this is where we live, our Owner is not here. He would occasionally come and check in, and his workplace is very unstable.    

"Oh, I see!"    

Liu Xing replied casually, but just as he was about to say something, a loud sound came from outside the door. He swept out his Spiritual Sense, and the glass door was already shattered into pieces, as three Japanese samurai s walked in followed by a Japanese in casual attire and a mature Japan woman.    

The three Japanese samurai s were dressed in suit and a black hat on their head. Their sleeves were big and there were two blades hanging from their waists. The man in casual clothes had delicate facial features, and he had a pretty good figure. However, his hair was messy, his color was yellow, and his eyes were peach blossom. He was wearing a loose gray casual sweater that revealed his exposed chest.    

All the workers in the Ah Ze shape had already gathered around, coldly looking at the four Japanese s. A stylist with a chin beard stepped forward and coldly said: "Four Great mister s, you destroyed a door of our Ah Ze shape the moment you came in, what do you mean by that?"    

The customers who came to take a look were all people with status and many small stars. Just like Liu Xing, they all stood at the side and watched quietly.    

The three Japanese samurai s pressed their hands on the hilt of their long knife s, ready to draw their swords at any moment, not speaking a word.    

Japanese who was dressed casually and dressed like a mature woman walked over and the Japan woman said: "I am the economic man of the Little Blue, You Mei, last month Little Blue had an appointment with you guys for mister Ze, and asked Ah Ze to design her style. Yesterday, Little Blue said that Ah Ze was free and wanted her to go over to talk to him, but Little Blue has not returned yet, and there is no news from the three bodyguards, please let Ah Ze hand over the Little Blue!"    

When the Chinese goatee herb heard this, its expression relaxed a lot. It smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Miss You Mei, but you guys might not know, but the models of our Owner s are always made for female stars. Sometimes one day, sometimes three days, during this time, other than the female star and himself, he would not meet anyone else.    

You Mei said a few words to the Japanese who was dressed simply. The Japanese spoke a few more words to her, and she pointed at the Japanese who was dressed simply, and said: "This is mister Teng, the top stylist, he is my good friend, I do not need you to do anything, please hand over the Little Blue, otherwise we will not be polite!"    

The Chinese goatee herb shrugged helplessly and said: "My apologies, but in order for us Owner to seek inspiration, we often live at random. When we throw ourselves into work, we will cut off all contact with the outside world, but you don't have to worry, Owner's style will definitely make the customer a thousand times satisfied. The time limit is never more than three days, so please wait patiently!"    

Liu Xing listened at the side. He felt that Ze's actions were weird and mysterious, he didn't know if he did anything else while designing the models for the female celebrities.    

That Little Blue teacher, Liu Xing had a somewhat familiar feeling when he heard his, as if he had heard his somewhere before.    

You Mei then said a few words to the Japanese in plain clothes, which made him clench her teeth. Then, she waved her hand and said something in Japanese!    

"Fight!"    

The three Japanese samurai s immediately pulled out the long knife s along with their sabers, preparing to walk around immediately. Looking at their appearances, they must have seen something wrong.    

The Chinese goatee herb and the rest immediately surrounded the adult walls, surrounding the Japanese s. They crossed their arms and stared at them coldly.    

However, they were wrong. These Japanese s even dared to smash the huge glass door at the entrance, how could they not dare to take action?    

Liu Xing watched on from the side. After cutting his hair a few times, Japanese came in and made things difficult for him, making him extremely unhappy. Furthermore, looking at the expressions of these Japanese, they were definitely here to ruin everything!    

Seeing the employees of the Ah Ze model foolishly surrounding him, barehanded, facing the three Japanese samurai s with katana in their hands, if they were to fight, it would definitely be them who would suffer, this was something he did not want to see, for no other reason but because they were all Chinese s, he had the duty to act.    

Sure enough, the three Japanese samurai s had already started selling out. Both of their hands were holding onto their swords, ready to attack the people inside at any time. The Japanese, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked up to the Chinese goatee herb and laughed coldly, then said: "Die!"    

After Teng Qingshan finished speaking, he did not wait for the Chinese goatee herb to speak and fiercely slapped it on the face. "Pa!" The Chinese goatee herb was hit hard and its face turned red, quickly swelling up.    

The Chinese goatee herb did not speak, nor did it retaliate. It turned around, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of its mouth, but it still looked coldly at Dan Teng.    

The onlooking customers were instantly displeased and filled with righteous indignation as they broke into a flurry of discussions. It was as if Dan Teng's slap had just landed on their faces.    

"Dodge, hit back, are you stupid?"    

"So many people, are they afraid of those few Japanese s? When it's time to attack, we will attack. If it's a man, then we will fight back! "    

"Little Japan is actually so arrogant, this is simply going too far! Hit him, I'll pay for the medical fees!"    

"Don't embarrass our Chinese, screw him!"    

The Chinese goatee herb remained silent. Teng Qingshan turned a deaf ear to the surrounding voices and slowed down. He then roared at the Chinese goatee herb, "Die!"    

After he roared, he swung his palm fiercely again. Just as it was about to hit, the Chinese goatee herb closed its eyes, only to hear a man's voice, although it was only one word, but he felt that after the word was heard, Dan Teng's palm did not continue hitting his face.    

"Freeze!"    

Although Liu Xing had not recovered his strength yet, he was already at the peak of Qi Disciple level 2. As for these techniques, as long as the Zhenqi was sufficient, he could still easily create them.    

After the word "stop", Liu Xing's figure flashed and appeared beside the Chinese goatee herb. Simply Teng Qingshan, who was maintaining the posture of slapping the Chinese goatee herb, did not move at all.