Upon hearing what Zhou Shukang said, Xin Wu's first reaction was:
"It seems that this girl has not only had her face plastic surgery, but her brain has also been changed! She has obviously stepped into a trap herself, but she still wants to pull me and jump into it again! No, I can't make a blind wish! If I say something wrong, I don’t know what kind of hell it will be reassembled into! I don’t want it!”
Although this was what Xin Wu was thinking secretly, he bit his tongue this time and refused to let it talk nonsense. However, even though he clearly didn't say anything, the "Honglu" seemed to understand his concerns and pulled him. Holding Zhou Shukang's hand, she pointed to the "eyes" on her hand and said:
"Look, this eye can see farther, clearer, and wider than before! She no longer has to worry about being attacked from behind! How safe!"
Xin Wu still couldn't get used to looking at the "eyes" in Zhou Shukang's hand, so he had to close his eyes, turned his head, and said repeatedly:
"Thank you! Thank you! I don't have any wishes, just like this, I feel pretty good, really!"
How fast this "propaganda" is, how fast it can be "slapped in the face".
"Yes, it's true! Look..."
Hong Lu had just praised her craftsmanship and how safe it was for Zhou Shukang. Zhou Shukang originally wanted to show it off, but because he only used one eye to look at the road on one side, there was no visual distance difference and the sense of space was lost. She didn't judge the distance well, so she missed the mark and tripped over her long braid, causing her to fall over. She fell flat in front of Xin Wu and even dropped one of her white high-heeled shoes.
"Yeah! Get up! What happened? I can't stand the praise!"
Just as Xin Wu was about to bend down to help her, Hong Lu got the better of her. She was like a ghost. She didn't even see how she was walking. She suddenly flashed in front of Xin Wu and gracefully put one leg in front of her in a "ladylike" squatting position. , to help Zhou Shukang.
The somewhat embarrassed Zhou Da beauty was easily pulled up by Hong Lu, not at all as strong as a "weak" appearance.
"Ouch! I seem to have sprained my foot!"
Zhou Shukang jumped on one foot and reached forward to retrieve a white high-heeled shoe that he had dropped. He pulled it with both hands and stuffed his foot into it.
"Huh? It hurts a little. What is this? Did my toenails fall off?"
Zhou Shukang was straining his eyes with both hands, and at the same time he noticed what looked like a toenail covered with black dust and soil that fell in front of the white shoes, so he muttered to himself.
When she picked it up and wanted to wipe off the dust and try to see if it could be "buttoned" back to see if it was her size, she discovered that there was a ring of blue nail polish left over from the manicure on the top.
"I have never dyed my nails, nor am I in the habit of doing manicures. It turns out that this 'toenail' cap is not mine."
After throwing away the nail cap of this "sea blue edge" manicure, Zhou Shukang took off his shoes again and looked at his feet carefully:
"Ah, that's fine! Then these nails are not mine."
"But, it obviously fell out of your white shoes!"
Honglu still said in that almost "robotic" voice without emotion.
"So, what you are wearing are someone else's shoes?"
Xin Wu held his chin in his hand and judged the whole story.
"Yeah! Yes, I picked it up here. I came across it and it looked good. I stepped in and tried it. It fit me pretty well, so I wore it! Who knew there would be something like this in here?"
"I know."
Honglu suddenly opened the hem of her green dress, exposing her bare feet. She raised one of her feet and stretched it out to Zhou Shukang's hand like she was practicing basic "ballet" movements.
Zhou Shukang picked up her feet and took a closer look, and saw that they were just the same! It turns out that all of Hong Lu’s toes had received “sea blue edge” manicure that was exactly the same as this “blue edge” manicure!
Moreover, the nail on the big toe of this foot was bald, without any nail covering, and was oozing with red blood.
Suddenly, this layer of blood that seemed to have coagulated collapsed, and a layer of fine "nano-polar" blood mist spattered out, suddenly covering the palm of Zhou Shukang's injured foot holding Honglu. His eyes were completely covered with a layer of glue, completely blocking half of his "sight"!
"I haven't finished what I said just now, and that is: 'Safety has its limits!'"
Honglu's originally "beautiful" instep had now transformed from a "dancer" into a "warrior". With a force, she then moved upwards and kicked Zhou Shukan's other hand.
"Get out of the way, she wants to blind your other eye!"
Xin Wu discovered Hong Lu's intention and grabbed whatever was around him. He grabbed a chair and threw it at Hong Lu.
The frightened Zhou Shukang stepped back and quickly found a lemonade glass. He used the water in it to clean the eye that was covered with blood and rinsed it several times before he returned to normal. .
Now, she realizes that this "seeing" method after "plastic surgery" is quite inconvenient and unsafe.
Her heart was full of doubts and anger. She stepped back and cursed:
"Honglu! How could you do this to me?"
"Who asked you to wear my shoes? I only have this pair of my most beloved shoes. After so many years, I would rather break my nails and not put them on. Why can you put them on as soon as you put them on? And I can only, Wear it once, hurt it once? You can only support it every day? Are you the 'chosen one'? Not me? I have been waiting here for so many years, and I even tried to find a way to make you lose your eyes. He has become ugly. Why, when he comes, the person he likes is still you instead of me? How can I be inferior to you? "
Hong Lu screamed while fighting with Xin Wu back and forth. Even her "instrument", the stringless harp, was rotated in the air by her as her "weapon". There was a fierce confrontation with Xinwu's random weapons such as "tables, chairs, benches, basins, bowls and candlesticks", going back and forth, no less than a dozen rounds.
Hearing her complaint, Zhou Shukang was confused and picked up an iron rod for lifting the curtain, holding it carefully for fear of scratching his newly cleaned "eye" again.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand! What's the 'Chosen One'? It's just a pair of old shoes. If you like them, I'll just give them back to you. Why do you need to make them so big?"
Zhou Shukang's question was also Xin Wu's question, so he also helped and asked:
