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The early winter sunshine shines on the body, making people feel comfortable and want to sleep.

Mark was lying on the lazy chair, with a book clasped on his face, and the equally lazy black cat lying on his legs. One person and one cat were bathing in the sunshine, looking very comfortable.

Suddenly, familiar footsteps came from the stairs.

Mark gently picked up the book on his face with his fingers. He squinted at Psylocke who rushed up with two bags. He loosened his fingers and put the book on his face again.

What else is this girl trying to do?

"Meow?"

The Sheriff opened his eyes curiously, flicked his tail, jumped off Mark's lap, and walked towards Psylocke who was quickly going upstairs.

"Meow meow!"

The Sheriff meowed, looking curiously at the two bags in Psylocke's hands.

What's this? Could it be the dried fish for it?

"Shh!"

Psylocke made a gesture to the Sheriff, looked at Mark carefully, and said, "Don't make any noise, he is sleeping."

"Meow."

"I'll skin you right now!"

The Sheriff took two steps back, trotted under Mark's chair, and looked at Psylocke tremblingly.

This woman is getting more and more terrifying.

"Hey!"

Lingdie laughed with satisfaction and walked into the house carrying two bags.

Regardless of her height, body length, thin legs, and thin arms, her body has also been strengthened since the awakening of her mutant power, and it is still strengthening rapidly as time goes by.

Although she is weak, if she is angry, it is not a joke to twist off someone's Tianling Cap.

"stop."

Mark pulled the book off his face.

Lingdie turned around and said, "You're not asleep."

Mark stood up, looked at the bag in Psylocke's hand, and frowned.

Pumpkins, lanterns, bat decorations, candies, some ingredients and some incomprehensible things.

What is this for?

Looking at Psylocke, Mark pointed at the bag and said, "What is this for?"

Lingdie lifted up the two big bags, shook them in front of his eyes, and said with a happy smile: "Props! Tomorrow is Halloween!"

Mark said warily: "You don't want me to pretend to be something, do you?"

"Hehe!" Lingdie laughed, turned around and walked into the house.

Mark put down his hand. Just as he was hesitating whether to take on a mission and end his day off, Psylocke popped his head out of the door and said, "If you leave, I will go to the Margarita Bar and let Mole accompany me." I!"

Mark sighed secretly and smiled: "I won't leave, I'll be outside."

"Fine!"

Spirit Butterfly smiled secretly, walked into the house, and decorated the house while humming.

Hang a bat here, hang a ghost-like white cloth there, hang some lanterns, and some skull-like videos. After a while, the small room is filled with a festive atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, Lingdie led a pumpkin outside with one hand, woke Mark up, put the pumpkin on the table, and said with a smile: "Each person will carve it, let's see who can carve it better."

Mark patted the pumpkin and said, "It's not ripe, it doesn't taste good."

The corners of Lingdie's eyes twitched and he said angrily: "Who asked you to eat it? It's a carving."

"waste!"

"Do you want to carve it or not?"

"Diao!"

Spirit Butterfly nodded with satisfaction, put the five fingers of her right hand together, her eyes flashed slightly, and a lavender light blade appeared in her hand.

Mark turned his palm and took out the Adamant alloy knife. After pulling out the sharp blade, he put the scabbard aside.

Tsk, I'm sorry, I have to use you to chop pumpkins today.

With a secret whisper in his heart, Mark recalled the appearance of the pumpkin head, slowly cut the knife, and began to carve.

Although it wasn't the same as killing someone, Mark's hands were steady and the pumpkin head he carved was simple, so Mark did a pretty good job.

The pumpkin head he carved was very simple. He just used a knife to poke two holes for eyes, carved a triangular nose, and a rectangular mouth.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mark put away the knife.

Although this pumpkin head looks dull, it is perfectly carved... so beautiful!

Turning his head and looking at Psylocke's Pumpkin Head, Mark blushed and had the urge to cut the Pumpkin Head in two.

I saw Spirit Butterfly's hands flying, purple light flashing continuously, and a pumpkin head that looked exactly like her, but with fangs exposed at the corners of its mouth, appeared under her hand.

A perfect carving.

Turning his head and looking at the pumpkin head next to Mark, Psylocke couldn't help laughing.

Mark's face darkened and he said, "What's the point of carving it so easily? It won't be rotten in two days..."

Psylocke rolled her eyes, glanced at Mark's pumpkins, and said, "That's why I have to carve them more beautifully so that they can live their lives in vain."

Mark said: "Eating them will make them live their lives in vain."

Lingdie was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"Meow meow!"

Suddenly there was a meowing sound, and the two of them looked over and saw that the Sheriff had somehow gotten into Pumpkin Head, but was trapped inside, screaming in panic.

Psylocke rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you want to cook it? Just cook the pumpkin with it."

Mark twitched the corner of his mouth, fished out the Sheriff, and walked into the room with one person and one cat.

In order to express my apology and celebrate Halloween, tonight's dinner was catered by Psylocke.

Dinner was early, and after eating the traditional pumpkin pie, Psylocke took out the props and started dressing up.

After only half an hour, Psylocke dressed himself up as a skeleton. What made Mark secretly amazed was that after Psylocke put on a black hood, it matched his made-up neck. It became invisible. If you look at it suddenly, it looks like a skull floating in the air.

After looking at himself with satisfaction, Psylocke looked at Mark.

Mark shook his head and said, "No!"

The skeleton spirit butterfly walked towards Mark step by step and sneered: "It's not up to you, dear Mark."

A quarter of an hour later, a necromancer wearing the robe of the Wavebreaker, with a pale face and blue eyes, appeared in front of Lingdie.

Lingdie picked up a deadwood staff that was as tall as a person, put it into Mark's hand, looked at it carefully, snapped his fingers and said, "Perfect."

A mysterious and handsome necromancer, and his cute little skeleton pet...

"What a perfect match!"

Psylocke whispered, looked at the time, grabbed Mark and rushed out, anxiously saying: "Hurry up, the parade is about to start!"

"Meow meow!"

The police sergeant pulled at their trouser legs.

Lingdie asked doubtfully: "You want to go too?"

"Meow meow!"

The Sheriff spun around, jumped on the table, and grabbed Psylocke's remaining props.

Lingdie said with a strange expression: "Is this cat so smart? Isn't it a ghost? Why don't you cook it?"

The Sheriff's body stiffened.

But Mark was already used to the Sheriff's behavior. He walked to the table, picked up a white mask, put it on the Sheriff's back, and said, "Let's go!"

Black cat wearing a mask.

Although it's perfunctory, it's a little weird...

Psylocke whispered, looked at the time, and rushed out dragging Mark.

Seeing this, the police chief hurriedly chased him out.