Jiaolong in White

jingle.

The brass bells inside the tattoo shop swayed slightly, making a crisp sound.

The eyes of the thousands of men in the room lit up immediately.

Their goal wasn't to Consciousness Tattoo, but to get intimate with the tattoo shop owner.

This tattoo shop opened a month ago and was previously unknown.

But one day, the proprietress, who was wearing a white tight-fitting vest, white silk slim-fitting trousers, and had short silver hair, leaned against the door of her shop and gazed at the distant wilderness for an entire afternoon.

The men passing by were instantly captivated.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the breathtaking scenery.

People collided with people, aircraft collided with aircraft, and in front of a tattoo shop, people and horses were thrown into chaos.

From that day on, the tattoo shop suddenly became famous far and wide, becoming the topic of greatest interest to all men in the city, yet a topic that was tacitly known and never discussed aloud.

From that day on, long queues began to form in front of this small tattoo shop.

These men all longed for the tattoo shop owner's smooth, fair, and cool hands to caress their chests.

I look forward to the inevitable eye contact when I get a tattoo, hoping that sparks of love will fly.

Although.

Several guys who had previously gotten their Consciousness Tattoo broke down in tears, became incontinent, and had to be carried out of the tattoo shop.

But none of that matters. Those guys were cowards, but I'm definitely not.

Qin Yiguan looked at the simple white shop in the distance.

Just this appearance alone evoked a series of wonderful memories in his mind.

As he looked at it, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Here."

"Could it be a shop that Jiaolong opened after crossing the Metaverse?"

Qin Yiguan pondered, "Or perhaps, the proprietress here is another ' Jiaolong,' a Jiaolong equivalent from the Multiverse No. 012."

"She must be very beautiful too."

I also want to get to know her.

Then, Qin Yiguan stroked his chin again, "But wouldn't that count as betraying Jiaolong?"

God's Abandoned's voice suddenly came, "Little Qin, you're overthinking it. Maybe Jiaolong doesn't even remember who you are. And you're still here arguing about 'betrayal'?"

"God's Abandoned, get out of here."

It was at this time.

The handle of the white wooden door of the tattoo shop was slowly turned from the inside.

Click.

The wooden door opened, and a figure appeared inside. This person bent slightly and stepped out from the doorway, which was at least two meters high.

The figure stood in the sunlight.

Short silver hair, a tight white tank top, and white silk trousers.

This is a woman, about 2.3 meters tall and weighing at least 200 kilograms. Her strong muscles bulged explosively, comparable to a humanoid Megatron.

She swept her gaze across the thousands of men, her imposing gaze silencing the crowd.

"Forehead..."

Qin Yiguan's eye twitched slightly. "What's this?"

Immediately.

Qin Yiguan secretly pinched his thigh. "Her features are similar to Jiaolong's, calm... She's Jiaolong's counterpart. For some reason, her hobby might be fitness... and she's exceptionally talented."

At this moment.

The men around him stared ahead, their eyes burning with desire; some even had their mouths agape, drooling.

Qin Yiguan swallowed slightly.

As expected of Metaverse, many rules are unexpected, and the men in this universe possess a very unique aesthetic sense.

"Bro, something's off about your eyes."

The honest-looking man beside him, still with his outgoing personality, raised an eyebrow at Qin Yiguan and said, "This is the proprietress's assistant, her Xiaojiao. Her appearance means the proprietress is about to open for business!"

"Oh? I see."

Qin Yiguan looked up and, sure enough, saw a graceful figure sitting deep inside the room behind the towering Xiaojiao. However, the light was dim, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Quiet down, all of you!"

"Issue the number plates!"

Xiaojiao opened her mouth, her voice deafening and painful to the eardrums. Moreover, her voice seemed to have the penetrating power of a javelin. Even Qin Yiguan, who was dozens of meters away, felt a gust of wind sweep past him, and his body swayed slightly.

Qin Yiguan couldn't help but click his tongue, "Xiaojiao is too fierce."

Xiaojiao took a step, and with each step, a clear 'thump!' sound could be heard.

Xiaojiao started from the very front of the line and handed out a metal number plate to the man who was first in line. The plate was engraved with '001'.

The next man is '002'.

The honest-looking man next to Qin Yiguan said, "These number plates are reissued every day, but as long as we stay here and eat, drink, and relieve ourselves here every day, we'll eventually get number 001!"

When Xiaojiao arrived at Qin Yiguan's side, she looked at him and the honest-looking man, frowned, and spoke in a deafening voice, "Why are you standing side by side? Who is 112 here?"

"I'm here!"

The good-natured man raised his hand, pointed at Qin Yiguan, and chuckled, "This brother is just here to talk to me. I've been queuing for seven days and seven nights; he's a long-time fan!"

At that very moment, dozens of men around Qin Yiguan all turned to look at him with unfriendly expressions.

Their faces seemed to scream, "Trying to cut in line? I'll fight you to the death!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qin Yiguan pursed his lips slightly, sighed softly, and moved to the back of the line.

The public anger was then quelled.

When Xiaojiao arrived at Qin Yiguan 'Qin Yiguan position, she handed him a metal plaque.

Qin Yiguan looked down.

No. 036?

This doesn't seem to be very far back?

Did Xiaojiao send the wrong message?

Our license plate numbers are only three digits at most.

Xiao Jiao spoke in Xiaojiao, raising her hand and scratching the metal plate with her little fingernail, Mars flying as she did so, even curling metal wires into the plate. Then she handed the plate to Qin Yiguan, saying, "Your number is No. 1036."

Qin Yiguan held the number plate in his hand, staring at the long queue ahead.

A soft sigh.

But the figure inside the tattoo shop sparked his imagination, making him eager to find out more.