Chapter 1,229 -- just how many people were there?

Odd Zhuo used one of the “Face-pinching pills”on the market to make a simple appearance. After taking this pill, his face could be adjusted within half an hour, and his facial features would become as soft as plasticine, but it was clear that Odd Zhuo’s face-pinching skills weren’t good. After pinching his face at Wei Zhi’s house, he couldn’t help exclaiming, “Hey! So Ugly!”

“But it’s already working.”Immortal Zhenyuan leaned against the door and looked at Odd Zhuo in the mirror with an immortal-like smile.

“Sorry for making a fool of myself, Senior Zhenyuan.”Odd Zhuo scratched his head embarrassedly. In any case, he had only pinched his face for the sake of carrying out a mission, and there was nothing he could do about it if his skills were too poor.

“You look like an online writer now.”

“There can’t be a writer uglier than this, right?”

“Ku Xuan.”

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