Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 339
Wan Zhuan was dragged to the street.

The ghost mask is a black fangs ghost mask, fierce and evil, very characteristic.

On this day, everyone will wear ghost masks and be pushed and slapped by relatives and friends as if playing with them, implying to drive away evil spirits and bless the peace and joy in the coming year.

This kind of joyous festival for the whole people is generally not related to Wan Bran.

As soon as Fu Chen left the palace, he flew back.

She also needs to change clothes to participate in the evening parade.

Today is the first time she has seen the world as a witch.

Standing beside the great wizard and singing together, it is tantamount to declaring her status as the heir of the great wizard, and officially attracting the attention and admiration of the world.

She will also have her own identity and officially enter the stage of history.

Wan Zhuan wore a mask and walked around the street, waiting for the floating dust.

When it was dark, the team of wizards and witches came slowly.The bustling sound spread through the street.

Crowds surrounded both sides of the street, waiting to pick up the blessings they wanted.

Wan Zhuan sat on a tall building and watched the team advance little by little.

He doesn't like the witch clan, he doesn't like wizards, and he doesn't like the great wizard Zhenren.He didn't want to watch, and heard the noise go away, Wan Zhuan appeared in the dark alley, waiting for the floating dust.

After walking through the main street, the floating dust slipped away quietly.

Change the specific purple clothes on his body, put on black clothes and run back.

"Brother!" Fu Chen's immature voice appeared in the dark alley.

Wan Chan leaned against the wall, hidden in the darkness.Hear the voice and stand up.

Fuchen's bright face was directed at him, and he smiled cheerfully, "Let's go! Let's play! The dragon dance is about to begin!"

Fuchen put on a mask, she was a hanging ghost with long hair and long tongue.

Wan Zhuan put on his green face and fangs ghost mask.

Fu Chen led Wan Zhuan to run, and Wan Zhuan needed to bend down to cooperate.

Walking to the street, people are crowded, and the dust can only squeeze the face and buttocks in the crowd.

Wan Zhuan reached out, hugged her on his shoulder, and led her away.

A man walks down the street carrying two dragons, dancing and fighting each other.

The dragon is made of bamboo, pasted with strips of cloth, and painted in different colors.There are wooden sticks below, which are held by people to cooperate with the dragon dance.

In addition to swinging to the rhythm, the people below will also sing along.

"Hold the formula in your hand, step on the gangster with your feet, and meet the god on the hillside."

"The footsteps of the mountain stream welcome the gods, and the dragons and tigers leap over the mountains and roar."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Intense drumbeats combined with Long Zi and the men's collective "hey yo" sound, the momentum was shocking.

Fu Chen hugged Wan Zhuan's head, watching this jubilant activity, his mood jumped with joy and ease.

"There is a big blue dragon in the east, and a big black dragon in the west. The two dragons meet to make rain, and the gods drive..."

Fuchen turned his head and saw that Wankang's eyes were still as usual in the dark night.The eyes are on the dragon dancer, but they often drift away and subconsciously check the situation.

He wasn't interested in any of that, but he didn't mind either.

Fu Chen held Wan Zhuan's head and called Wan Zhuan to go shopping for street lamps.

Wan Kuan went to the market with people in his arms, and saw that there were still silk sash sellers in the market.

The wizard's silk sash.

The silk ribbons of different colors represent different blessings.The requirement is that you can accept it yourself, and the first one you get is very effective.

Vendors set up high wires at the shops on both sides of the street to pick up these silk sash.

These silk ribbons haven't landed, they haven't been picked up by anyone, and the "blessing" is still there.

Hawkers take advantage of this for business.

Some people are not sure that they can pick up the blessings they want, or they don’t squeeze forward to pick them up, or they come late, so they will go to these vendors to buy them.

"Brother, do you want to pick up some blessings?" Fuchen felt that it was a novelty, and he could pick up the blessings he lost.

There are two modes of buying and selling silk sash.One is a silk tape with a fixed color, which has a high asking price.

One is the silk sash on the rope. Gather a certain number of people and cut the rope, and the silk sash will fall down again, and you can pick it up by yourself.The price is a little lower.

Fuchen looked up, and there were fewer red silk ribbons, which was the most popular color.

Congratulations, good luck, attracting peach blossoms...everything is fine.The least amount.The highest price.

Green is health, the elderly or people who are unwell will come to pray.This is a lot of silk.

Yellow is to exorcise evil spirits and bad luck at home.There are also many.

White is the favorite of enlightened people, scholars and monks.Less, sometimes better than red.

Fuchen pointed to Green, "Brother, you can ask for this." He then pointed to the booth where the rope was cut to simulate the process of silk sash falling.

Wan Zhuan walked forward, paid the money, and waited for people to gather.

"Lucky! Look out, everyone! Be quick!" cried the vendor, climbing up the stairs to cut the rope.

Everyone gathered under the desired silk ribbon, stretched out their hands and waited.

As soon as the rope was cut, the silk sash fell, and Wan Zhuan stretched out his hand to pick up the green one.

The wind blows, the green drifts by, and a red streak falls.

Fuchen: "Huh?"

"Oh!" The surrounding women booed, staring at the red silk ribbon in Wan Zhuan's hand.

"Young master is going to be lucky. Do you want to have a baby or a promotion?" The woman next to him joked.

Fuchen stuck out his head, and turned back angrily, "I'm a younger sister! Not a daughter!"

"Hmph." Wan Kuan laughed out loud.

The young lady on the side smiled and said, "That means the young master is going to be lucky."

Fu Chen turned to look at Wan Zhuan, married?
ten years old?

Thinking back slowly, she seemed to be at the age of engagement now.

Wan Kuan left with his arms in his arms, with a brisk tone, "Elder brother is like a father. Call him Daddy!"

Fu Chen snorted, "You're thinking beautifully. You're only five years behind me!"

Wan Zhuan put the man down, and held Fu Chen's head with his hand, reaching only to his thigh.

Fuchen: "..."

childish.

Stretch out your hand and paw on Wan Zhuan's stomach.

Wan Zhuan lowered his eyes and did not move, waiting to greet him.

"Brother." Fu Chen shouted.

Wan Zhuan's big hand stroked her head.

"Hmph." Fuchen turned his head and left.

Wan Zhun crossed Fuchen's left armpit with one hand, got up with the person in his arms, raised his hand, adjusted his sitting posture, and hugged him again.

"So angry. What if I become a great wizard and get caught up with ghosts and gods in the future?" Wan Zhuan teased.

Fu Chen rolled his eyes, "Tell Ah Mang to bite him."

Ah Mang has grown up now, and it is enough to swallow a child in one gulp.

The two of them walked on the road, eating while walking, half wearing their masks to cover themselves.

On the street full of lanterns, the crowds coming and going flicker and flicker alternately.

Someone looked over here, looking at the two of them.

After walking and eating all the way, the two of them leisurely returned to the palace.

Fuchen can't enter the palace at this time, the Liyuan will be stared at today, and Fuchen can't appear.

Someone was waiting for Fuchen at the door to pick her up.

Wan Zhuan looked at the black figure standing silently in the shadow of the city corner, and patted Fuchen's head.

The floating dust came down and ran over by himself.

Wan Zhuan watched Fuchen leave silently.

Some processes need to be accelerated.

Wan Zhuan turned around and walked in the night without entering the palace.

He disappeared into the night and no one knew where he went.

Three days of rest have passed.

The Sage Academy has resumed its excitement.

Wan Chan is in his yard, sharpening his bow and arrow.

(End of this chapter)