Chapter 245 Artist's Kinky

Chapter 245 Artist's Kinky

Just invited by Carl into the room, a small man with a tattoo pen rushed in, and a red chicken crown was very eye-catching.

The little man who came in is full of tattoos, and even has many tattoos on his face. The outline of his face is three points similar to Carl's.

As soon as the little man saw Jazz, he immediately inserted the tattoo pen in his hand into his dress, which was a little unclear. He shouted to Jazz, "Jazz, you are finally willing to come to us." With that, he opened his arms at the same time.

Jazz smiled and hugged the little man hard and said with a smile, "Isn't it coming to see you now? This doesn't bring you a big gold owner.

When Wu Xian heard the Jazz say this, he couldn't go up and twist the beating face with his military boots. Although Wu Xian didn't care much about the little money, he was said by the Jazz as if he were a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hello! I'm little Carl. The little man took the lead in extending his hand to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian is very interested in this simple and easy-to-remember name, at least much easier to remember than the name in Saudi Arabia.

"Sage!" Wu Xian stretched out his hand and shook it with little Carl without saying anything. The Carl brothers knew what Jazz was doing, so they didn't care about Wu Xian's silence.

After several people were introduced, they got to know each other. Jazz and the Carl brothers talked with a smile on their faces, while Wu Xian silently ate pizza and drank red wine from time to time.

Looking at several people talking and laughing like this, Wu Xian suddenly felt so lonely, as if he had forgotten how to talk and laugh with others. However, Wu Xian just thought in his heart and did not bring his sadness to the lively scene of the three jazz. Eating a little awkward F national feast and listening to strange and familiar words, Wu Xian endured loneliness alone.

After a meal, the Jazz said to Wu Xian with a lot of alcohol, "If you have any requirements, just tell the Carl brothers that they will tattoo according to your requirements."

Wu Xian nodded, but seeing that the Carl brothers were not in good condition, Wu Xian said to the Jazz, "Let them have a rest. When they wake up, I'm telling them what I want to tattoo!"

Carl smiled and said, "Xian, I can't stand it. Tell my brother what you think first. When evening, we will start."

Wu Xian answered that there was no problem. Little Carl walked to Wu Xian with a slightly swaying body, hooked Wu Xian's shoulder and said, "Brother, let's go!" Tell all the evil thoughts in your heart!"

Wu Xian was hooked by Carl Jr. After Wu Xian saw Jazz's reassuring eyes, he let Carl Jr. take him away.

Little Carl opened a door with a transformer poster, and a clean and tidy room appeared in Wu Xian's sight, which was still a little cleaner than the restaurant where he had just eaten.

"Brother, you have to take off your shoes." Little Carl said so, but he staggered in without any slippers. Wu Xian saw several pairs of unopened slippers at the door and put them on his feet rudely.

After Wu Xian changed his shoes and came in, Carl Jr. had been in front of the computer. Do you still use computers? Wu Xian said in surprise.

Little Carl didn't pay much attention to what Wu Xian just said because of drinking. He said to Wu Xian, "What kind of pattern do you want? I'm designing it with software now. If you are dissatisfied, just point it out."

Wu Xian was also relieved to see that little Carl ignored his brain-damaged problem just now. After all, Wu Xian subjectively believes that tattooists rely on his own craftsmanship to tattoo people. Even if he wants to conceive patterns, he relies on his own hands and ignores the important tool of computers.

"Okay, let's start now!" Wu Xian said to little Carl.

Little Carl clicked on a software, and a red fruit woman's body appeared on the screen. Little Carl quickly apologized when he saw this situation: "I'm sorry, I clicked the wrong one."

When a red and fruity male body appeared on the screen, little Carl's expression changed and became very focused, and the blush on his face slowly dissipated.

"Say it! What should I do?" Little Carl looked at the screen attentively and waited for Wu Xian's request.

...

"What? This way!"

"Ah! It's a little difficult!"

"I hope you're right!"

...

A series of surprises came from his room, and he felt very novel about Wu Xian's requirements. Wu Xian's thoughts were a little empty and brought a qualitative leap to the previous tattoos.

When Wu Xian's last request was made, little Carl said to Wu Xian, "Xian, say hello to yourself!" I can't stand it anymore." After saying that, he fell directly on the keyboard and fell asleep in less than two seconds. Wu Xian was stunned. This speed was faster than sleeping on the battlefield! If you can learn, you can get the most rest time in the shortest time.

However, Wu Xian gently picked up the keyboard under little Carl's head and put it aside to make little Carl sleep more comfortably.

Wu Xian left little Carl's room, walked to the room arranged for him by the Carl brothers, and fell asleep in a few minutes.

"Who came into my room?" A high decibel male voice penetrated Wu Xian's eardrum. With the habits developed on the battlefield, Wu Xian immediately rolled under the bed, and the gun in his hand was also supported. When this set of 1 action was completed, Wu Xian's consciousness was also very clear.

However, Wu Xian recalled the sound and felt that it was Carl Jr., and also put away the Glock 17 in his hand. When he got up and opened the door, he happened to see the Jazz opening the door. From the little spider silk on the Jazz's head, Wu Xian dared to conclude that Jazz had done the same thing with himself just now.

When Jazz saw Wu Xian, he smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth. Both of them were mutilated by the war. Let's go! Let's see what happened to little Carl!"

Wu Xian and Sir came to the door of little Carl and saw that Carl had been sitting in front of the computer and looking at the things on the computer attentively, not care about little Carl shouting there.

"Little Carl, what's wrong with you?" The Jazz asked little Carl, who was dancing there.

Little Carl heard Jazz's voice and pointed to the footprints on the ground angrily and said, "Who did this? Unexpectedly, he came in with shoes on. I don't like people entering my room without changing their shoes.

The Sir turned his eyes to Wu Xian. After all, only Wu Xian and Little Carl had come to this room just now. Wu Xian saw that Jazz turned his eyes to him, and Wu Xian pouted to little Carl's feet.

Jazz followed Wu Xian's instructions, with a black line on his face. He said to little Carl, "Little Carl, look at your feet."

When little Carl saw that he was wearing shoes on his feet as if he had found the real murderer, he took off his shoes and immediately took out a defensive master's folding knife from the drawer beside him and plunged into the shoes fiercely. His face was as twisted as seeing his father's enemy.

When Sir saw that the matter had been resolved, he pulled Wu Xian out. After a distance from Carl, Wu Xian and others asked Jazz, "Little Carl, do you have a cleanliness fetish?"

Jazz shook his head and said, "Little Carl is very healthy, but one thing he can't stand is that anyone who wants to enter his room must take off his shoes. Even if he is like himself, it is not that he loves cleanliness. Once I saw a mountain of garbage in his room. Even so, his rules must be enforced. Once I didn't change my shoes, and Carl Jr. almost broke up with me. That time, Carl Jr. washed his room alone for a week.

Hearing Jazz say this, Wu Xian couldn't help opening his mouth and washing the room for a week because someone else wore shoes and entered his room. This man was either crazy or crazy! Even patients with severe cleanliness have never been so crazy!

As if he could see Wu Xian's mind, Jazz explained, "Karl also took Carl Jr. to have a check-up, but the psychologist said that Carl Jr. didn't have any mental illness at all."

Hearing what Jazz said, Wu Xian didn't understand.

"In fact, this is nothing. This can only be regarded as a common problem for artists! Artists will have some incomprehensible quirks. Even Carl is no exception. Carl was not of this size. In fact, before Carl was fat, like Mr. World, his muscles were very clear, but Carl had a habit that every time he finished a tattoo work that he felt good, he would eat pizza. That's what his body shape is like now. Jazz was a little helpless when he talked about Carl's size.