"Little Mule, this is your new ID card."
"From now on, your name is Chen Shuisheng. You're twenty-nine years old, with a doctorate from Capital Medical University."
Di Xuanji sat on the edge of the bed and handed a new ID card to Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu was quite depressed. "Chen Shuisheng... did you have to pick such a tacky name?"
Di Xuanji stared at him seriously. She suddenly stood up, walked over, and pinched his face. "Also, this face has to go. Don't you know the Creation Thirteen Needles? Do it yourself."
Luo Xiu sighed, took out a Silver Needle, and pricked his face a few times.
In no time, his features had been rearranged into a new face. It wasn't just that his new look was different from his original one; the two were utterly unrelated.
Smiling, Di Xuanji picked up a pair of glasses and put them on him. Then she fluffed up his hair into a new style and nodded in satisfaction.
"Hmm, not bad. Now you look like a scholar—refined, handsome, and talented."
