Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"You better be careful. This ability to resurrect a dead person like me is too terrifying. I don't want my junior brother to become the target of public criticism."

Finger smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of big mouth."

EVA, however, jokingly said, "That may not be the case. As the Head of the News Department, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call you the Head of the Paparazzi Department."

Finger scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "It's all for living, for making money, not shabby."

……

Ye Fan came to the hotel and returned to the room he shared with Finkel.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Finkel huddled in front of the computer playing games, spouting dirty words while arguing with Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang opposite him.

"Old Tang, you beast, why are you helping Lu Mingfei? Can't you see that my brother is getting beaten? Have you forgotten that I'm the one who goes to your place every weekend to ride Greyhound and eat hot dogs with you?!"

"Fen Gou, you still have the nerve to say that to me? Is it easy for me to make some money? I only make that little bit by helping Ye Fan sell things, but you come here every few days to eat for free, every few days to eat for free!"

"Besides, your appetite is enough for hot dogs as big as two fists. You can eat 20 in one go, and you won't be afraid of dying of stuffiness!" Ronald Tang on the opposite side was obviously a little furious.

"Well done, Old Tang! I will beat the mad dog to a pulp right now to avenge you!" Lu Mingfei said excitedly.

"Hey, I'm happy to do that." Finger smirked at the camera. "You bastard Lu Mingfei, you took advantage of me chatting to attack the tower again, you want to die, right? I'll show you my explosive power!"

Next to him were a number of plates of foie gras steak, all of which had been eaten clean, leaving only some soup clumping together.

Ye Fan looked at the mess in the room, and his slightly mysophobic nerves began to beat violently.

Looking at Finkel's messy beard, Ye Fan could no longer bear it.

He took out his phone and called Ange, saying:

"We can go to our next destination, Italy. It's a good time to get a facial."

"Okay, I just happened to know a nice barber there." Ange's pleasant and elegant voice came from the other end of the phone.

From a historical and cultural perspective, barbering has a long history. In ancient Greece and Rome, barbershops were places where people exchanged gossip and opinions.

In Europe, for six centuries, barbers were also used for surgical operations.

For example, a papal decree in 1163 prohibited clergy from bleeding, so the monks' minor surgical tasks such as bloodletting were handed over to barbers.

In 1383, a royal decree in France declared that the "chief barber and chamberlain of the king" would be the head of the kingdom's barbers and surgeons.

Nowadays, Italian barbers are mainly engaged in cleaning people's faces. Angers likes to take good care of his beard, and the design and processing work is left to the barbers.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan didn't say anything and went straight forward to drag Finkel away.

Seeing this, Finger cried and said, "No! This is a long beard that I worked so hard to grow. Beards are the romance of mature German men!"

Ye Fan didn't buy it at all and said firmly: "You have to shave today whether you want to or not. I can't stand it anymore. You have a hairy beard at the age of 25!"

After saying that, a gleam of light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he directly cast a hypnosis spell, instantly knocking Finkel unconscious.

"You bastard, you took the hypnosis class just to learn this, are you worthy of being an emperor?" At the last moment before he fell into a coma, Finkel cursed unwillingly.

"Haha, don't insult me ​​with the title of emperor. I am a first-generation species." Ye Fan said disdainfully.

He carried Fingel, opened a space door, and came to the barber shop that Ange introduced.

Chapter 226 Cleansing

"Oh my, this feeling of traveling through space is really wonderful." Angé walked out of the silver-white door of time and space and looked at the crowded streets.

These passers-by seemed to ignore Ye Fan and the other two and walked around them, doing their own things.

There was a faint golden light in Ye Fan's eyes. He used the nightmare tapir to hypnotize everyone present. He was too lazy to take a plane to travel.

"Speed ​​up your pace and let us go into the store and enjoy ourselves." Ange smiled elegantly and took out his black card.

In front of them was a retro Italian building, which was the private property passed down from the ancestors of the barber hired by Angers.

As soon as you enter the store, the exquisite and retro decoration comes into view.

Classic oil paintings of barber scenes are hung on the walls, and the bronze barber chair glows with a warm luster under the soft light.

A barber in a black custom suit and a red bow tie came up to us. His hair was combed meticulously, he had a professional smile on his face, and his eyes revealed professionalism and confidence.

"Welcome, Mr. Ange, Mr. Ye Fan, and Mr. Finger."

He then saw the unconscious Finger but he didn't care. This is the basic quality of a professional Barber to remain calm in the face of danger.

Ye Fan placed the unconscious Finger on the barber chair and said to the barber, "Give him a top-notch facial cleansing. Shave every hair on his face and expose all his pores."

"I understand."

Barber nodded slightly and took out a new set of tools from the cabinet beside him.

"Mr. Ye and Mr. Ange, please go to the other side and wait. The other two masters will be here soon." Barber bent down and gave instructions.

Ange is a father who is very familiar with this matter. He must be perfect, otherwise the big man at the top of the mixed-blood world can make his small shop disappear from the world with just a stomp of his feet.

"Don't worry, I've been here many times. The technology here is very good, I won't be picky." Angé smiled slightly.

"It's our pleasure," Barber smiled.

He first picked up a shaving brush made of pure silver. The handle of the brush was engraved with exquisite patterns and shone softly under the light.

Dip the shaving brush into the warm shaving foam and stir gently to make the foam finer and denser.

Then, holding a shaving brush, he gently applied foam on Fingle's face, his movements like an artist at work, his technique skillful and elegant.

The knife in his hand was a silver knife. Because it was a razor, it was particularly shiny and thin.

At this moment, the knife in his hand seemed to have a warmer luster. The barber's eyes had turned into golden vertical pupils at some point.

"This is the Word Spirit Silver Plating, a word spirit passed down from their family's ancestors. It plays a significant role in dragon slaying. It can transform any weapon into silver, giving it a natural suppressive effect on dragons."

Ange pointed at the knife in the barber's hand and introduced it to Ye Fan.

"It's quite practical. Now it can be used to clean the face." Ye Fan felt interesting.

"Because Silver Crossing can make items have a certain cleaning power and increase their sharpness, it is very suitable for cleansing the face." Ange touched his white beard.

As the two were talking, the barber picked up a sharp straight razor. The blade of the razor had been specially polished and was flashing with a cold light.

He placed the blade close to Fingle's cheek and carefully shaved his beard in the direction of the stubble growth.

The razor slid gently across the skin, making a slight "rustling" sound, and the beard fell off one after another.

Every movement was precise and smooth, as if integrated with Fingle's facial features.

Fingle's beard fell off and was collected by the barber and thrown into the trash can.

That tough German face was also able to get rid of the thick beard and see the light of day again.

Ye Fan nodded. At least from his appearance, Finkel was worthy of the title of a noble young man. It was just that this guy was too sloppy, too sloppy.

Before the Greenland incident, he may have still cared about his appearance, so it is understandable that he became decadent after the Greenland incident.

But after these six years of decadence, this guy has actually developed a habit of being sloppy!

Since his roommate had such a bad habit, Ye Fan had to personally help him correct it.

Now Ye Fan was also lying on the leather recliner, allowing another barber to clean his face.

But the barber was in a dilemma at the moment. He held the razor in his hand, but didn't know where to start.

Ye Fan's face was already very perfect, so perfect that he didn't even think it was a human face. His pores were delicate and smooth, and there wasn't a single beard on his face.

What kind of noodles are you cleaning?!

"Just help me clean it up. I mainly like the feeling of steam on my face." Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Your face is truly perfect. Although it may be too flattering to say so, I still have to admit that my skills are not worthy of sculpting your perfect face."

"Hahaha, you're too polite."

The barber picked up a small steam mask.

After the mask was connected to the power supply, it slowly sprayed out warm steam, evenly covering Ye Fan's face.

The steam is at just the right temperature to open up your pores without irritating your skin.

On the other side, Finger was also wearing a mask. Under the effect of steam, the dirt and grease on Finger's face were gradually softened.

After the steam was over, Barber picked up a soft cleansing towel and gently wiped Fingle's face, wiping off the remaining foam and dirt.

Then he picked up a delicate little bottle containing toner with a light fragrance.

Barber poured toner onto a cotton pad and gently patted it on Fingle's face, allowing the skin to fully absorb it, replenish moisture for the skin and shrink pores.

Next, Barber took out a bottle of imported facial essence.

He squeezed the essence into the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently to distribute the essence evenly on his palm.

Then he placed his hands on Fingle's face and gently massaged it, starting from his forehead, moving down his cheeks, chin, and neck, with gentle but firm movements.

Through massage, the essence can better penetrate into the bottom layer of the skin and provide deep nourishment to the skin.

Finally, Barber picked up a small comb and combed Fingle's hair.

He carefully created a stylish and handsome hairstyle based on Fingle's face shape and hair quality.

After finishing the hairstyle, Barber took a step back and looked at his work with a satisfied smile on his face.

Barber on the other side felt a little embarrassed. Apart from applying steam to Ye Fan's face, he felt that he could not find anything else to do.

A perfect hairstyle, an impeccable face, and a temperament as warm as the spring breeze.

He had no idea how to do it. His decades of shaving experience seemed so insignificant at this moment.

In response to the other party's performance, Ye Fan just smiled slightly and took off his scarf.

He is the first generation and is extremely perfect in every aspect, not to mention that this hairstyle was designed by himself.

The dragon's aesthetic is absolutely trustworthy!

At this time, Finkel woke up slowly and looked at his refreshed self in the mirror, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Chapter 227: Long time no see

Finkel blinked and looked at himself in the mirror in confusion.

The face that had been hidden by the beard for many years finally saw the light of day again, and the angular jawline looked particularly handsome under the soft light of the barber shop.