Chocolate chocolate and chopped noises can be heard from above my head.
Every time the noise goes off, my hair falls off harshly.
Now I have Lucci cut my hair outside.
There are scissors in the meadows for once.
Noel told me that two centuries of Turkish scissors existed in previous life.
Cutting my hair is also quite difficult.
First the mother hangs up in the case of a pre-adult child.
I can cut a child's hair without having to be a real mother.
But if the child is a boy, the slave wife cannot cut the hair of the wife's child.
A child of a slave wife can cut the hair of either wife or slave wife child.
Not in the case of a girl.
What happens next time you grow up
At twelve, women cut each other's hair.
One thing you shouldn't do is cut your hair off to another man if you're unmarried.
If you do that, you may not welcome the woman to your wife or slave wife.
But there was an incident in which a woman who used to be in the Au tribe named Kose was deliberately hit by a tribal warrior and sprinkled her hair through a room of her own, making her the wife of the man noisy.
In the meadows, men teach you not to be fooled by women like Korse, and women are also taught not to be women like Korse.
Unless you do it deliberately now, there's nothing so outrageous about it.
Husband is allowed to cut his wife's hair but doesn't do much.
Is it about the time I cut all the hair of my crude wife and slave wife as punishment?
Other than that, there is no particular determination such as this.
If a man is an adult and does not yet have a wife, the warrior has his fighter cut by his subordinate. Fighters cut each other off.
If I have a wife, my wife or her fighter will cut me. However, the slave wife cannot cut her husband's hair.
Cutting my husband's hair clean is also one of my wife's important roles.
"It's over, Master Jumka"
In a word of Lucci, I immediately go to the water field and see my hair.
Short cut hair gives it a wild feel.
"Yeah, okay, well done, Lucci"
I said thank you before, but Lucci told me not to make it easier for me, so he says he's done well since he told me.
"Thank you. Dear Jumka,"
I kind of shudder that it's a compliment, not a thank you, even though I got something done.
But you're cut out properly...... How perfect is Lucci?
When I'm done, now Lucci sits down, and Jesus stands behind Lucci with scissors and tweezers.
I stood up and stood beside Jesus when I saw Jesus carefully combing Lucci's hair.
"Yes, scissors."
"Huh? Yes"
I received a pair of scissors from Jesus and combed Lucci's hair.
You must have noticed Lucci, too, even though I was standing behind her and combing her hair.
I'm surprised, but I can't turn around because I'm combing my hair.
"Uh, Master Jumka?
"What?
"Um, did I do something wrong? Well, I'm still a wife, but at least tell me why."
Lucci bought my anger in some coarse phase. He thinks they're going to cut his hair as punishment.
"No, think Lucci's hair is beautiful whenever you look at it, that's why I just wanted to comb it up a bit"
"Oh, really, yes"
That look is panicking. That's cute, you look like this too.
I'm taking Jumel and Mukai to Bran's tomorrow.
The three of us challenge that giant wolf.
This is one familiarity to go to war with.
And combing this look's hair would be one untrained thing.
Maybe this will be an act of parting.
Comb Lucci's hair slowly and carefully.
Put scissors in the area where the hair is curled, and put force into it.
Jokin and his hair are torn to the ground by scissors.
Just cut it once and I'll give the scissors back to Jesus.
It's okay. Take down Bran. I'm going home to see Lucci again.
No, it's not just Lucci.
Go home to see all of Yess, Roche, Ann, Lamis, Zu, Noel, Himika, Ellen and Elena.
We haven't all held enough yet. I'm still having my baby. Absolutely.
I held my fist hard and looked up into the sky.
The look is over and Jesus sits down.
Yess is cut by Anne, and Anne also cuts the next Ramis.
Here were Lucci, Jesus, Ramis, Ann and my four people coming to cut their hair.
After that, only Ann is alone, but only Ann is a special treat.
It is normal for cut hair to be discarded in the meadow and left intact.
However, Ann is sat on a large spread cloth and cut her hair.
Ann's hair is aligned at a certain length and Ann rises up with the handy scissor judgment of Jesus.
Ann lowers her head, shakes her head gently, drops her hair, and Lucci, Yas, Ramis and Ann gather their hair around the center with the four corners of the cloth.
Divide the hair into small sachets.
I throw away the cloth hair once I put it in a sachet all the way.
Whatever you're doing, Ann's hair, which gave birth to a man in six consecutive years, seems to be popular as an amulet to give birth to a man.
So when she cuts Ann's hair, she collects it and gives it to the woman who wants the boy.
Jesus also packs a ton of Ann's hair in his own bag.
It would be nice if Jesus and the children were healthy, boys and girls alike, but now I was hoping that the child in my stomach for Jesus was a man.