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"what……"

An angry scream sounded, and immediately, Lin Miaoyan rushed in from the outside like a whirlwind, with a hideous face.

"Ye, you bastard, I can't stop talking to you."

I saw that Lin Miaoyan's face was covered by black ink at the moment, and three horizontal lines were drawn on each of the left and right faces, which was very funny.

Ye Fan immediately avoided her kick, and the two chased and fought in the hall of Nuo Da.

outside.

Wuying and Yaluo are two people, one is dipping the lantern, the other is hanging the lantern, and there are two people beside Wujing and Mu Qinke.

One of them is writing the lucky bag, and the other is filling the lucky bag. Everyone has their own things to do.

Wu Ying looked at Wu Zing who was stepping on a stool and was about to hang a lucky bag, and raised his eyebrows: "After so many years of learning skills, shouldn't I return them all? To hang such a thing with a stool, it's almost like a teacher like you!" It's embarrassing."

Wu Zing's face twitched, and he turned over and got off the stool neatly, sneering: "Why, do you want to compare?"

"Okay, you are not afraid of losing face, what am I afraid of." Wuying said indifferently.

Then, the smoke between the two was easily ignited again.

Hooks are fixed on several ropes outside the yard, you only need to stagger the left and right ones of the lanterns and lucky bags and hang them on.

Wu Zing took the two lucky bags and threw them on the rope, hooking them smoothly.

Wuying's eyes slowly hooked his lips, and he went into battle with both hands. He picked up ten small lanterns at once, five in one hand, turned his footsteps, and flicked his wrist. The five lanterns on the left back flew like a red line. Go out and hook them with precise one-to-one correspondence.

The next second, the same is true for the lanterns on the right hand.

Yaluo clapped his hands immediately: "Okay."

His praise was sincere. The lantern is very light. The key is that there is still a little wind in the air. Although it is not strong, it is enough for the light rope and lantern to sway back and forth.

But under this kind of interference, Wuying still has a neat technique and precise aim, which is really beautiful.

As a master thief, you don't need to have other skills, but your skills must be extremely powerful.

Naturally, Wu Ying won this competition.

Mu Qinke looked at Wu Ting with a very ugly face, hesitated and said: "Actually, you are also very good."

Wujing was not comforted at all.

Mu Qinke continued her efforts: "Really, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to get any of them."

There seemed to be nothing wrong with this sentence, but Wuying couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the corners of Wuzong's mouth twitched.

Did the surname Mu do it on purpose?
What does it mean if he can't get any of them, can he compare with himself?She is a 'professional' who has practiced for so many years, compared with a layman, should she be happy?

Wuying couldn't help coughing lightly, holding back a smile and said: "This Mu Qinke flattered and slapped the horse's leg, making me laugh to death."

Nuo Da's villa, the house is full of chickens and dogs, and the house is full of swords and swords. There is no one side to save trouble.

Fortunately, when it was getting dark, everything was well prepared.

The decoration inside the villa is booming, and all the lanterns outside are lit up, bright red, very festive atmosphere.

Nuo Da's long table was filled with all kinds of delicacies. Mu Chenzhou and the others sat around in a circle, playing music, facing the frequent and uninterrupted fireworks in the sky outside, and started eating lively.

It took at least three hours for everyone to eat this New Year's Eve dinner.

There was a mess on the table, and the faces of the people on the chairs were flushed, reeking of alcohol.

Mu Chenzhou was fine, he wasn't very drunk, he looked at Han Yiyi who was already dizzy, and hugged her horizontally.

He looked at the others: "It's getting late, let's go back to our rooms and rest." After speaking, he carried Han Yiyi up the stairs.

Yaluo and Wuying rubbed their foreheads, shook their heads, and the two of them slowly returned to their room, while the others got up one after another, and left with sloppy footsteps.

In the room on the third floor, Mu Chenzhou put Han Yi on the bed one by one, then went to the bathroom, took a towel and a basin to catch hot water, and was just about to go out when he paused.

He frowned, put down the things in his hands, squeezed his arms, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a circle of white gauze.

This wound was the wound made by the strange iron claw on Qin Emperor's hand when he fought Qin Emperor for the first time when he was in the ancient tomb.

Mu Chenzhou slowly removed the gauze, revealing three deep red blood-stained wounds inside. After he returned to China, these wounds were treated professionally.

But it has been a while since now, it's just a mere scratch, under the condition of medication, for such a long time, it stands to reason that the scar should have formed long ago.

But these wounds showed no signs of scarring at all, they were still blood red, and occasionally oozing blood.

The doctor only said that the wound may have been delayed for too long and there was some infection inside, so the healing was slow.

Mu Chenzhou looked at the wound with a blank expression, but only he knew that the area around these wounds had already started to itch a few days ago, and occasionally even tingled.

Although he was puzzled, he didn't take this small wound seriously. As a result, there is still no sign of improvement.

This is very strange.

Mu Chenzhou watched in silence for a while, then slowly wrapped the gauze back, and then walked out with the basin in hand.

The night passed like that.

At dawn the next day, in one of the rooms on the second floor, Lin Miaoyan woke up slowly while lying on the bed, and stretched comfortably with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she paused, frowned, slowly opened her eyes in doubt, and met a handsome face.

Lin Miaoyan was dumbfounded, Ye Fan?why is he here
Hangover last night, and the mind was still a little confused early in the morning, Lin Miaoyan didn't turn the corner all of a sudden, just looked at Ye Fan in a daze.

Soon, Ye Fan woke up leisurely, and met Lin Miaoyan's round eyes as soon as he opened his eyes.

The two of them were startled at the same time, and then they suddenly came back to their senses and woke up.

Ye Fan lowered his eyes and saw something, took a breath and widened his eyes in astonishment.

Lin Miaoyan followed his gaze and slowly lowered her head...

In the next second, there was an earth-shattering scream in Nuo Da's villa.

In the room, Lin Miaoyan was sitting on the bed holding the quilt, her face was flushed to the neck, and her eyes were full of panic, embarrassment and anger.

Ye Fan retreated to the other side of the bed, with a complicated expression on his face.

Lin Miaoyan could not wait to pass out, she had never been so ashamed in her life, she pointed at Ye Fan tremblingly.

"You, why are you in my bed? Tell me you're a rascal."

Ye Fan was taken aback, looked around, his expression became more complicated, and he said word by word: "This is, my room."

what?
Lin Miaoyan was astonished, and took a quick look, only to realize that this was really not her room, and her angry face immediately froze.