The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

The man sensed Yan Tao's gaze, and raised his sharp eyes. The moment they looked at each other, the man's dark, ink-like eyes surged, and suddenly turned calm again, and he turned his eyes indifferently.

Yan Tao put his hand to his lips and whistled.

The sound of the whistle is clear and clear, if the wind blows the water away, people can hear the charming teasing in it.

The man's thick sword eyebrows were suddenly tinged with coldness, his cold face was still expressionless, but the surrounding temperature dropped ten degrees instantly.

It was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

The person sitting next to him visibly shrank, but because of the man's domineering aura, he dared not speak out.

Young Master Yan sighed: She is so domineeringly beautiful even with makeup on.

I have good eyesight.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

Suddenly, all the headlights above the boxing ring were turned on, and the strong light illuminated the entire venue as bright as day.

The hostess in a low-cut dress stood in the center of the ring, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight—let's go crazy, this is your night! Please enjoy it!"

"Now, let's invite the first boxer to enter the arena—Seg!"

Saige is a black man with a strong figure, nearly two meters tall, and his dark muscles are shiny with oil. Standing on the stage, he stands like an iron tower.

The boxers who appeared next were not too far behind, each with its own characteristics.

Huang Jingyi watched, feeling even more flustered.

"Yantao, why don't you retire?"

It's too dangerous!

With the physique of a young man, if he is bumped by these people, he will be crippled!

"So you don't believe me?"

"No, no."

"Then go find me a mask."

Huang Jingyi let out an ah, and suddenly showed a embarrassed look, "I'm afraid I can't find a mask here..."

She hesitated for a while, and said tentatively, "Do you mind if I do some makeup for you?"

"Then I will trouble you."

Yan Tao's pretty eyebrows were raised, Huang Jingyi was pleasantly surprised by her answer, she hurried back to find her makeup box, her eyes glowed with excitement.

Yan Tao's facial features are inherently cold and glamorous, and the peach blossom eyes are endlessly romantic and cold.

But this kind of fierce and voluptuous beauty, mixed with the mysterious oriental ancient charm of the young man, on the contrary showed his own aura even more.

Huang Jingyi put all kinds of brushes on Yan Tao's face for about 20 minutes, and finally took out the mirror to show Yan Tao, "What do you think?"

She deepened Yan Tao's eyebrows, making the boy's facial features look more three-dimensional in Europe and America, and the tails of his eyes were elongated and dyed black.

Black is used a lot without looking messy.

The European and American dark makeup perfectly highlights the young man's flirtatious and powerful temperament.

Without a mask, Yan Tao changed into a different person.

"Good workmanship."

Huang Jingyi, who was praised, immediately showed a happy smile, and was about to speak, when there was a loud noise at the door, like the sound of kicking the door.

The force was so heavy that the entire door vibrated, accompanied by curses in unclear English, "...fuck!"

After cursing a few words in English, he switched to unfluent Chinese, "Grandson inside, get out of here! You fucking took my place!"

Pan Xi raised his leg and was about to kick again, the door opened silently, he staggered and fell to the ground, when his head was blank, a cold and indifferent voice sounded above his head, "What do you want your grandpa to do?"

"You don't need to do such a great gift, just kneel down and Grandpa will accept it."

With his cold voice and leisurely tone, Yan Tao was so angry that Pan Xi's teeth itch.