The elder kindly gave Zong Ao some time to persuade his lover.
The goddess Rebecca doesn't usually bestow blessings upon ordinary people casually; it's an honor for them.
“They’re not going to—” Yi Mu made a snapping gesture towards his groin.
Despite the tense atmosphere, Zong Ao was amused by Yi Mu.
"What are you thinking? Their tribe has a tradition that whenever they have a wedding, they give both the newlyweds tattoos. Every time they get married, they get an extra mark on their bodies."
Yi Mu Jiong: "If you get married ten or more times, will you still have a decent piece of skin left?"
Zong Ao smiled: "You wouldn't want to see this."
It's just a tattoo, I can accept it.
Seeing that he was not averse to it, Zong Ao breathed a sigh of relief and then told Yi Mu the whole story.
"Our troops are stationed about 30 kilometers away, and they come to patrol every week."
I left a mark; if nothing unexpected happens, we should be rescued in three days.
This is really good news; Yimu has been fully revived.
The two discussed it inside for a long time, and when they came out, the elder showed no impatience whatsoever.
Zong Ao told the elders that they were willing to accept the blessings from the tribe.
The elder was relatively humane, giving both Yi Mu and Zong Ao a choice.
Let them decide for themselves where they want the tattoo on their body.
Zong Ao chose the left shoulder, while Yi Mu, after much deliberation, chose the back of the neck for the tattoo.
As long as you wear high-necked clothes to cover your neck when you get back, and then find an opportunity to remove the tattoo, everything will be fine.
That was his idea, but the tattoo artists from this tribe had a different approach.
Although they live in the dark rainforest all day, these seemingly rigid and mysterious tribesmen have unique creativity.
Yi Mu and Zong Ao both thought that the so-called tattoo was just a small piece the size of a palm.
If you want to be more particular, you might get a tattoo of a deity or something.
It wasn't until the other party actually used the tools that the two realized something was wrong.
Zong Ao was referring to the left shoulder.
The other person used a pen with a special tactile feel to draw a creature that resembled a snake but was not a dragon, extending from his back to his shoulders and all the way to his chest.
The creature was covered in silver scales, its eyes were half-closed, its pupils were cold and vicious, and it had a crimson tongue sticking out of its mouth, with sharp fangs.
After the preliminary work was completed, the other party quickly followed the lines and applied the colors upwards.
The opponent's technique was incredibly fast, and Zong Ao barely felt any pain.
In one swift motion, the other party put away the tools and outlined the bottom line for Yi Mu.
Yi Mu, shirtless, felt something cool fall on the back of his neck.
Then the thing slid down to the front of the neck, landed on the shoulder, and finally settled on the right breast and head, repeatedly outlining and drawing a bewitching flower.
This was completely different from what had been expected, and Yi Mu couldn't help but look at Zong Ao.
Zong Ao shook his head slightly, signaling him not to act rashly.
The tattoo on Yi Mu's body was much smaller than the one on Zong Ao's body, but the tattoo artist took twice as long to complete it.
With meticulous craftsmanship, repeated application of color, and the interplay of light and shadow, the tattoo appears to come alive and is incredibly lifelike as the angle changes.
The tattoo artist finally put away all his tools, and everyone present, including Zong Ao, stared intently at Yi Mu, unable to look away.
Yi Mu felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He reached up and touched his neck; it didn't hurt at all, just felt a little hot.
Before the elder and his group left, they announced that a wedding would be prepared for Yi Mu and Zong Ao the next day.
The tribe will have a grand bonfire feast tonight, and they are both required to attend.
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