Ning Xi got cancer, and the doctor told her that she only had a few months left. I am ready to die at any time, and then time travel, well, I will make peace with it now that I have come. Instead of dying of illness, time travel does not seem to be unacceptable. As the saying goes, extreme happiness can lead to peace, extreme happiness can lead to sadness, ah, extreme sadness can lead to happiness. Unexpectedly, there are even more unexpected things waiting for her:
A man with Qing Dynasty pigtails and a Qingjun appearance threw Ning Xi down on the low couch, "I have already guarded my body for you, you can't let me starve, right?"
Silently extending her middle finger to God, Ning Xi crossed her fingers aggrievedly, I don't like big braids, can you change it to another one?
Change it? OK.
This time I changed my face to a white scholar face, how do you think? The little scholar smiled harmlessly, "Madam, you taught me so many martial arts secrets and courtesy, how about I teach you too?"
Okay, okay, but who will tell her how the white-faced little scholar is so powerful?
The third time, he changed to a tough guy face with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although the face is not beautiful, but for the sake of good figure, Ning Xi said, this time you are barely qualified.
The tough guy's face showed off his full muscles, "Hardly?"
Ning Xi swallowed her saliva and smiled in a very hopeless flattery, not forced, not forced, very not forced.
You are the boss and you have the final say. No matter who is changed, the essence remains the same.
The boss raised an eyebrow, changing the shell is not enough, you also want to change the core?
