A Breath Stuck in His Chest
Su Yu was incredibly awkward. How could this possibly work?
Using a hat tassel as a beard—what kind of immortal had come up with that idea?
Yet Shen Wuxiao looked completely serious.
"Su, this is for the mission. When we're carrying out a mission, as long as the basic conditions are there, we'll do anything."
"Getting some hair is just a piece of cake."
Only then did Su Yu come back to his senses.
Right. They were not putting on a show; they were handling legitimate business.
Thinking back, he had even hidden in a cesspit for a mission before.
Now he was just snipping off some hair. It really was nothing.
"Brother Sikong is right. I overthought it."
Su Yu's gaze became resolute again.
He turned around, then with a "zzzip," pulled open his zipper.
A small knife appeared in his hand.
Swish.
Shen Wuxiao held back his laughter and acted as though nothing had happened.
After a rustling sound, Su Yu turned back around.
A circle of beard had already been pasted onto his chin.
Shen Wuxiao instinctively took a step back.
At that moment, Su Yu looked much more mature.
With the boost of a beard, he truly looked different.
"This should be fine." Su Yu even stroked his beard.
"Mm, much more mature. You look more authoritative."
Shen Wuxiao nodded.
Su Yu let out a breath. "Then let's set off!"
"Alright!" Shen Wuxiao led the way ahead.
Su Yu followed behind with the air of an expert.
Even his walk had flair.
His eyes were half-lidded, as though he were pondering something at every moment.
"By the way, Su, you know a bit about medicine, right?" Shen Wuxiao asked.
"Don't worry. I've dabbled in it, and besides, what do these