The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1186 Who dares to touch my candy (56)

It is true that Gao Qing is a pervert.

But Yuan Chao didn't know that Lao Tzu Gao Cheng was a pervert.

Do you really think that your position is the dragon chair, and you worry about your son usurping the throne day and night?
Yuan Chao didn't speak any more along the way, but just listened to Gao Qing who was next to him talking about Canlong, Canlong over and over again.

At the destination, the driver stops.

Yuan Chao got out of the car and saw a brand new tattoo shop opened at the intersection. The door of the shop was narrow, but when he walked in, it suddenly became spacious. The decoration inside was rather dark, and the paintings on the walls were all black wolf heads. It was the first time. In addition, it is full of parts of metal musical instruments.

Gao Qing likes drum kits, and there is a whole set of black drum kits in the middle of the store.

As soon as I walked in, the dark and morbid decoration style rushed towards my face.

It fit Gao Qing's heart.

"Find a place to sit down by yourself, come, give him a pattern booklet, and let him choose a pattern."

Hearing this, the tattoo artist turned around and took out a tattoo album on the counter and handed it to Yuan Chao.

"You choose, what pattern you like."

Yuan Chao waved his hands and looked at Gao Qing who had already taken off his shirt.

"I don't get tattoos."

Gao Qing smiled. There was a large black tattoo pattern on his strong back. Looking closely, it was a half-dragon with a short tail and shrunken claws, but the dragon head was glaring. Although it only had one eye, it happened to Facing the direction of the Yuan Dynasty.

"What? The college bullies still look down on us?"

Yuan Chao smiled.

"I fear pain."

Gao Qing sneered, completely thinking Yuan Chao was farting.

"You are more powerful than me in fighting. You are lying to ghosts? Don't talk nonsense. If I am a friend, I will choose a tattoo. My father is dead. In the future, the organization will lack people, so you will come in and help me. But all our organizations Everyone must have a seal on their body, but you must get one tattooed today."

Yuan Chao lowered his eyes, clutching the glass neck in his hand, and quietly looked at his slender and fair fingers.

This is the hand playing the guitar, the hand playing 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 hand hanging down weakly, glowing with a blue-gray lifelessness.

After a while, he put down his cup and looked up at the tattoo artist.

"Don't use the ones in this one, just do as I said."

Now that Gao Cheng is dead, the next thing will be easy.

Following Gao Qing into their organization, the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest.

Maybe this time, he can complete his revenge without such extreme means.

In the dim environment, a bright lamp shone on the boy'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. Can you see what needs to be modified?"

Yuan Chao lowered his eyes, wait a minute, the boy's phalanges are slender, white and flawless, and his clean nails are light pink. When his five fingers are separated, they are like a hard and cold work of art. A letter is drawn.

From left to right, T, A, N, G.

The boy's hands were too white, like inorganic jade, the tattoo artist carved it bit by bit, more carefully than usual.

Because those who do their job can be regarded as half-artists, and there is no one who does not want their works to be presented on the most beautiful body.

After the right hand is done, it is the turn of the left hand.

E, M, M, A.

Memory, my mother speaks Chinese fluently, but she will still teach him to read her real name over and over again.

Emma, ​​Emma.

(End of this chapter)