Chapter 1185 Who dares to touch my candy (56)
It's true that Gao Qing is a pervert.
But the Yuan Dynasty didn't know that I, Gao Cheng, was even more of a pervert.
Do you really think that your position is that of a dragon, and worry about your son usurping the throne day and night?
Yuan Chao didn't speak any more along the way, but listened to Gao Qing beside him saying Canlong, Canlong again and again.
At the destination, the driver stops the car.
When Yuan Chao got off the car, he saw that a brand-new tattoo shop was opened at the intersection. The door of the shop was narrow, but when he walked in, it suddenly became spacious. The decoration inside was relatively dark, and the paintings on the walls were all black wolf heads and the like. For the first time, It is also filled with metal musical instrument parts.
Gao Qing likes drums, and there is a complete set of black drums in the middle of the store.
As soon as you walk in, the dark and sickly decoration style hits your face.
It is in line with Gao Qing's heart.
"Find a place to sit down by yourself. Come on, give him a pattern book and let him choose a pattern."
After hearing this, the tattoo artist turned around and pulled out a tattoo album on the counter and handed it to Yuan Chao.
"You choose which pattern you like."
Yuan Chao waved his hand and looked at Gao Qing, who was standing aside and had taken off his shirt.
"I don't get tattoos."
Gao Qing smiled. There was a large black tattoo on his strong back. If you look closely, you can see that it is half a dragon. The tail is very short and the claws are shrunken, but the dragon head is glaring. Although it only has one eye, it is just right. Facing the direction of the Yuan Dynasty.
"What? The university bullies still look down on our behavior?"
Yuan Chao smiled.
"I'm afraid of pain."
Gao Qing sneered, as if Yuan Chao was farting.
"You are stronger than me in fighting, what are you lying about? Don't talk nonsense, just pick one of my friends and get a tattoo. My father is dead, and the organization will be short of people in the future, so you can come in and help me. Whenever our organization Everyone must have a seal on their body, and now you must get one.”
Yuan Chao lowered his eyes, clutched the glass neck in his hand, and looked at his slender white fingers quietly.
This is the hand that plays the guitar, the hand that plays the piano. In the kennel that year, he also used this hand to scratch Jiang Tang's face.
And in the dream, the mother's hands that were hanging down weakly were glowing with blue-gray death.
After a while, he put down the cup and looked up at the tattoo artist.
"You don't need the ones in this, just do the tattoos as I say."
Now that Gao Cheng is dead, the next thing will be easier to handle.
Following Gao Qing into their organization, the embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in an ant nest.
Maybe this time, he can complete his revenge without such extreme means.
In the dim environment, a bright lamp shone on the young man's hand.
The tattoo artist grabbed his hand and used a pen to draw a letter on each of his fingers.
"The right hand is like this. Do you think there is anything that needs to be modified?"
Yuan Chao lowered his eyes, wait a minute, the boy's finger bones are long and flawless, and his clean nails are glowing with a light pink color. When his fingers are separated, they are like a hard and cold work of art. Except for the thumb, the joints are respectively Drawing a letter.
From left to right, T, A, N, G.
The boy's hands were too white, like inorganic jade. The tattoo artist was carving them bit by bit, more carefully than usual.
Because those who work in their profession are half-artists, and no one doesn’t want their works to be presented on the most beautiful body.
After the right hand is done, it's the left hand's turn.
E,M,M,A.
Memory, my mother speaks Chinese fluently, but she still teaches him her real name over and over again.
Emma, Emma.
(End of chapter)