At this moment, the clown's face was no longer covered in paint, but he still wore that somewhat ridiculous pointed hat.

If it weren't for this, Yuan Ming would probably not recognize him.

Because under the ridiculous paint, there was a rather young and handsome man's face.

The clown Xiao Yao saw the female formation master with her eyes closed at a glance, and when he looked at Yuan Ming, a strong killing intent burst out in his eyes.