C135 Back to yongan city

Ye Ziyang's hands did not hesitate at all as he quickly waved the scissors, and then, he saw a thick layer of fur on the ground.

Until the hair on Cang He's head had been shortened to a certain extent, only then did he put down the scissors and stop.

"I didn't get used to this weed before." Ye Ziyang proudly looked at his own work, his eyes still showing some praise