I saw a large seraph tattooed on Tang Feng's front, with his feet at Tang Feng's navel, a huge sword held high in both hands, and six wings behind him that spread all the way to his back.

With every step Tang Feng took, the angel seemed to be moving forward as if alive, and the six wings were also flapping with the movement of his muscles.

Everyone was fascinated by the tattoo on Tang Feng's body. Xu Qiang rubbed his eyes and said, "Boss, this tattoo is so cool." Yin Fei also stepped forward and held Tang Feng's hand and said, "Brother, your tattoo is so handsome.

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Seeing everyone's lack of potential, Mr. Wen poured a bowl of wine and snorted proudly: "Hmph, look at your potential. Come on, boy, drink this bowl of wine. What will happen next?"

It’s the main course.”

Tang Feng took the wine from Mr. Wen with some confusion, drank it in one gulp, frowned and wiped his mouth. Just when Tang Feng wanted to ask something, he heard Yin Fei shouting: "Yeah, brother

My tattoo is alive, please take a look."

At this time, the angel on Tang Feng's body has completely changed. It has no previous holy appearance. Now it looks like a demon. The angel is still the same angel. The difference is that the angel's eyes have turned blood red.

The giant sword in his hand was also trimmed with a layer of red, and red veins clearly appeared on the slightly spread wings. What was even more peculiar was that there were piles of skeletons at the feet of the angel.

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Guan Zhiyong, who has always been calm and collected, opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "It's so perfect. This is simply a work of art. When paired with the boss's angry look before, this tattoo definitely shows the appearance of the devil. It's really, really beautiful."

However, several of Mr. Wen's apprentices had slightly red eyes and choked with sobs: "Finally, I saw it. I finally saw the master's most proud work."

Tang Feng looked at his tattoo through the mirror, and then he understood what Mr. Wen meant. This tattoo really matched him. The holy look was just like his usual peaceful look, but now this demon-like image was exactly the same.

It matches what I look like when I'm angry, it's so shocking.

Several people commented on Tang Feng's tattoo for a long time. When the tattoo returned to its previous appearance, Wang Sheng asked: "Mr. Wen, this red one should be the dove blood pattern, right? I've heard it a long time ago.

Tattoos made with pigeon blood are usually invisible and can only be seen after strenuous exercise or drinking."

Mr. Wen nodded and said: "That's true, but my pigeon blood is very precious. Ordinary pigeon blood tattoos are very easy to cause allergies, but mine are not. Well, the effect is not bad, hahaha, old man, I finally got it

I completed this almost perfect work in my lifetime.”

Xu Qiang also flattered: "Mr. Wen, your unique skill of tattooing is enough to keep you from having to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. Tsk tsk, as long as the tattoo like the boss shines, the people who come to get your tattoo will not queue up for a BJ."

It’s over.”

Mr. Wen looked at Xu Qiang like an idiot and said, "Do you think this tattoo was done casually? I have waited for 5 years for this suitable candidate. 5 years. How many 5 years does my old man have?"
Chapter completed!