The following days were very peaceful.
Of course, this only applies to Flying Dragon City.
Within the Nuojin area, the rate of ground collapse increased from an average of once every three days to an average of three times a day in just one month.
Even the most isolated village would be aware of the seriousness of these changes.
In situations like these, Yang Xing actually prefers those ignorant and foolish commoners.
As long as he makes a little "arrangement" and scares them by turning Xiao He into a projection of Polis, they will pack their bags and food without saying a word and rush to build new houses near the abysses.
For them, what they couldn't bear to part with wasn't the old house that had been passed down through generations, but the millet that was planted in the spring.
They took the rapeseed, the chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs with them, migrating in droves under the guidance of the phantom of Polis.
Such scenes can be found in every corner of the continent of Nuojin.
On the contrary, residents of some medium and large cities are very hesitant. First, they doubt the veracity of the rumors; second, they are reluctant to give up their current comfortable lives; and third, they find it difficult to reach a consensus on a mass migration.
Only in cities where abysses happened to appear nearby were residents given the order to "stay away for now".
If it weren't for the "mythical stories" fabricated by Yang Xing, people would never have believed that such a strange and dark abyss, which they would normally avoid at all costs, would become their sanctuary.
The absurdity of this matter is akin to pushing an unsuspecting person to the edge of a precipice and telling them, "You can only survive by jumping off."
Yang Xing understood the challenges of working in big cities, which also had the largest populations. He felt he couldn't keep up with all his brainpower.
"If all else fails, let Xiao He go on tour!"
He narrowed his eyes menacingly.
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"What?!"
"What are they trying to do?!"
Xiao He stared blankly as several tailors, stylists, and makeup artists walked into the room...
“I’ll have them give you a new look,” Yang Xing said solemnly, pushing up his glasses.
"What kind of look is this?!" Xiao He asked warily.
During this period, she and Angelina were constantly on the go, only returning to the city every few days to unload their "goods".
Today was their day off, but they didn't expect Yang Xing and his men to knock on their door so early in the morning.
"Since you're going out to gather materials anyway, why not hand out some flyers along the way?" Yang Xing said casually.
"Just handing out flyers! Do you really need to go for these weird styles?!" Xiao He's wide eyes had already spotted the colorful hair dye in Tony's basket.
"Hmm~ This flyer of mine isn't your average flyer." Yang Xing shook his index finger mysteriously.
"Then hurry up and finish it." Xiao He had no choice: "I'll save it and uninstall it as soon as I'm done."
"Yes, yes!" Yang Xing nodded repeatedly, then waved his hand like a butler, and everyone began to busy themselves with Xiao He.
First, the tailor took out a tape measure and measured her from head to toe, from left to right.
Then the hairdresser cut off a small section of her hair and took it to a table to experiment with various magic potions he had brought with him.
The remaining makeup artists were the last to lead her to the makeup chair and meticulously tried out her makeup...
Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Yang Xing took out his laptop and sat on the sofa to continue doing other things.
Before they knew it, everyone was busy working enthusiastically until noon.
Xiao He, with an Aladdin-like bundle on his head, leaned back in his chair, so drowsy he was almost asleep.
When the hairstylist's alarm clock rang, the tailor and her apprentices, not far away, finally finished their work!
The makeup artist gently woke Xiao He and asked her to stand up and try on the clothes.
The latter immediately perked up, stood up from the chair, and turned his gaze to the tailor's hands.
"this……"
Xiao He was somewhat puzzled, feeling that the clothes looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
An apprentice brought over a round stool and gestured for her to step on it.
She did not refuse to cooperate and stood on the stool under everyone's gaze.
Then, another apprentice took out a pair of prosthetics, which were already dressed in pants and boots.
The "sole" is about knee-high, and below that is all "inner heel lift".
Xiao He gasped, "That's outrageous! I must be at least two meters tall!"
She said it, but her movements were not slow at all. She deftly put both feet into the prosthetic legs one after the other.
At first glance, these prosthetic legs are a size thicker than her own legs, just like a normal man's legs.
After getting used to the feeling of "walking on stilts," Xiao He was able to walk normally again.
Seeing this, the remaining three apprentices took a set of outer garments and a cloak, padded her shoulders, and put them on her neatly. Finally, they didn't forget to put on a pair of gentlemanly white gloves.
"How is it?" Yang Xing looked up from in front of the computer.
"Truly, I have a panoramic view of all the mountains below!" Xiao He exclaimed, spreading his arms wide, almost saying, "This is my empire."
"Hmm." Yang Xing pushed up his glasses. "Is your hair still not done?"
"It's all done!" the hairstylist said hurriedly.
Xiao He lowered his head and asked her to take off the "Aladdin hat".
In an instant, his silver hair flowed like a torrent, as if the Milky Way were falling from the heavens...
"This?" Xiao He was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to the full-length mirror beside him.
Exactly the same!
This time, it's not just his face, but his entire body, every corner of him, is exactly the same as the "Lord of Ice"!
"You? You want me to dress like this and hand out flyers?!"
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