He first stared at Zhou Jianlai's face for a while, then opened the tool box and took out several bottles and jars, poured a little bit of powder of various colors into several bowls, and then asked: "What do you want, brother?"

Do you want it to stay on longer, or can it be washed off easily?”

"Leave it on longer and it's not easy to wash off." Zhou Jianlai said.

The stall owner nodded, took out a bottle filled with transparent liquid from the toolbox, uncorked the bottle and dropped a few drops into several bowls, then mixed it with a little water and mixed it thoroughly to turn it into paints of various colors.

Finally, I picked up the paintbrush and started painting on Zhou Jianlai's face.

He drew a sharp sword on the left side of Zhou Jianlai's face.

The black scabbard, dark red hilt, and silver sword body were slightly exposed, reflecting a cold light.

This is a sword about to be unsheathed, and the cold light highlights the sharpness of the sword.

He drew a wine gourd on the right side of Zhou Jianlai's face.

The mouth of the gourd was tilted slightly, and crystal wine flowed out from it, falling right into the right corner of Zhou Jianlai's mouth.

"Not bad, the painting is really good!"

"I like."

After Zhou Jianlai looked at the bronze mirror, he nodded with satisfaction.

"As long as you like it, brother," the stall owner said with a smile.

Zhou Jianlai stood up and walked away, saying: "I will draw it for my companion first, and we will settle the accounts together later."

The stall owner nodded, looked at Zhang Xiaozu who was walking over and asked, "How would you like to draw this little brother?"

"The requirements are the same as his." Zhang Xiaozu replied, "You can draw whatever you like."

The stall owner also stared at Zhang Xiaopou's face for a while, then mixed the paint, and then started writing.

He drew a tiger with black and yellow stripes on Zhang Xiaopou's left cheek.

The tiger was lying on the ground, looking to the right. There was a young tiger playing on the right. The tiger's eyes were full of love, making the tiger less ferocious and more gentle and tender.

Zhang Xiaozhu was shocked when he saw the stall owner's masterpiece. He wondered if the stall owner had seen through his heart. Otherwise, how could the painting be so in line with his wishes?

However, the stall owner's aura was weak, and he was clearly an ordinary person with no cultivation.

Seeing Zhang Xiaozu frowning, the stall owner thought he was dissatisfied, and quickly explained: "I felt a kingly aura from my little brother, and I immediately thought of the King of Beasts, but this little brother has a kind face and is not as ferocious as the tiger."

It matched, so I drew another tiger cub, depicting the kindness of the little brother with the affectionate licking of the calf."

"Awesome!" After listening to the stall owner's explanation, Zhang Xiaozu gave him a thumbs up sincerely.

The stall owner waved his hands and said: "It's just a small trick."

Then he painted the faces of Ye Mingyue and Du Keyi.

He drew Ye Mingyue's face as a Hua Dan, and at Du Keyi's request, he drew her a scary ghostly green face.

All four of them were very satisfied.

"How much is the total?" Zhou Jianlai asked.

"Ten coins per person, forty coins in total," the stall owner replied.

"It's really cheap." Zhou Jianlai took out a ten-tael silver ingot and threw it over, saying, "No need to look for it."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Guys, please go ahead and come here more often. The little one can draw anything."

The stall owner was so happy that he wanted to turn these four generous Gods of Wealth into repeat customers.

The four of them left the stall and continued walking towards the inn.

On the way, Zhang Xiaozu told about the encounter with the Holy Beast of Blackpool. Zhou Jianlai and the others were very surprised to learn that the Holy Beast of Blackpool had also come to Paradise City.

It was already late at night when we returned to the inn.

In order to prevent further prying eyes from Feng Sijun, Zhang Xiaozu placed a powerful restriction in each of the halls on both sides, specifically to block the detection of spiritual consciousness.

But he secretly unfolded his mind and peeked into the yard next to Zhou Jianlai, because he guessed that Qi Jinyao was most likely to be assigned to live in this hall.

The result was exactly as he expected.

Qi Jinyao was already asleep on the big soft bed in the master bedroom.

The Holy Beast of Kurosawa was lying in front of the bed.

"Xiao Hei, it's me, Zhang Xiaopou."

"How are you?"

There was no isolation restriction in the room, so Zhang Xiaopou's voice passed through without any hindrance and rang in the ears of the Holy Beast of Blackpool.
Chapter completed!