The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

Yanyan City? City Lord's Mansion;

The mansion was busy up and down, decorating everywhere with lights and festoons.

It was rare for Mu Lian to go out once, and she saw red eyes.

Those who came to arrange these were all captured mortals.

"How is it, how is it arranged?"

Feng Lin stood in the courtyard, grinning at him.

It was obvious that there was an unpleasant disturbance before, but at this time he took the initiative to talk as if nothing had happened.

Mu Lian felt a little helpless when she saw the trembling appearance of the mortals.

"Why did you arrest so many mortals and make them panic."

"I don't know the customs of your human world, so naturally I have to let someone who understands do it. Or should you say, Daoist Qingfeng, help me arrange it?"

Feng Lin was very indifferent, and even took it for granted.

Mu Lian pondered for a while, then said: "Then let them go back."

This means that he promised himself to arrange it.

Feng Lin understood the meaning, and looked a lot excited, but he hesitated when he thought of something.

"It's good for Daoist Qingfeng to help me with the arrangement, but these mortals have been to Fengyan City and met you and me, so I'm afraid they can't put them back for the time being."

If they were released back to the mortal city and the rumors about Fengyan City were leaked, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss.

He is not afraid of other things, but he is afraid that it will affect his wedding.

For his wedding, Ye Hanzhou and Mu Lian must be present, both are indispensable.

Mu Lian naturally understood his concerns, seeing the apprehensive yet expectant eyes of the mortals, he came to a conclusion.

"Then let them settle in the City Lord's Mansion. After the matter is over, send them back to the mortal town safely."

This was already a step back, Feng Lin readily agreed.

"Row!"

As soon as these words came out, all the mortals in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief.

The surrounding courtyard where Mu Lian is located can house dozens of people.

Mu Lian asked them to huddle together and settle down, stay in the room and don't come out.

They quickly scattered and fled, looking at Mu Lian as if they were looking at the savior.

The reason for Mu Lian's arrangement is that he can still take care of the surrounding courtyards and try to ensure the safety of these mortals.

After all, there are so many ghost races in Fengyan City, and the lives of these mortals are as cheap as worthless.

After the mortals left, Mu Lian started to rebuild the City Lord's Mansion.

Now that you have decided to do it, you still have to do it in a decent manner, not too perfunctory.

Anyway, he has nothing to do now, and there is no progress in refining the antidote, which makes him a little depressed.

"What are you doing standing there? Help me."

Mu Lian was pulling ribbons and hanging red lanterns in the courtyard, Feng Lin just stood on the ground and watched, which made him a little displeased.

I don't even care about my own wedding, and I want others to worry about it.

Although it is hard to say whether this big marriage will be successful, he is very dissatisfied with Feng Lin's attitude.

Feng Lin was taken aback by the shout, and then pointed at herself in disbelief.

"I?"

Mu Lian glanced at him and almost rolled her eyes.

"Are there any other ghosts here besides you?"

Feng Lin smiled and said: "Okay, then what should I do?"

Mu Lian pointed to the half-fallen ribbon beside her.

"You see how the deity does it, just hang it in a symmetrical position."

When Feng Lin heard the words, he flew to Mu Lian's side, took a look, and said he understood.

However, when actually doing it.

"Feng Lin, you're screwed!"

"Is there? Why do I feel straight?"

Mu Lian looked at the crooked ribbon that couldn't be more crooked, and was speechless.

"Is there something wrong with your eyesight? It's so obvious that you can't see it?"

Feng Lin looked at the angry man, so lifelike and full of vitality, he couldn't take his eyes off the man at all.

As for the colored ribbons and red lanterns, they are just a dispensable background in his eyes.

"If it's crooked, let it be crooked. What's so good about being straight? Even if it's straight, it will be bent one day."

Mu Lian was a little speechless, what was this person talking about?

It was so casual and irresponsible.

"Okay, okay, anyway, it's your wedding and not the deity's, so why bother me, continue!"

Maybe this wedding never existed at all.

When Taoist Ziyun came, he destroyed all these things.

Now that I have agreed to Feng Lin, so what if I accompany him for nothing?

Feng Lin watched Mu Lian turn around and continue to work, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Maybe this is your wedding too? How to do it depends on my mood."

He thought to himself, cheering up again.

With an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked thoughtfully at Mu Lian's back.

Suddenly Mu Lian turned around, revealing most of her delicate side face, and flung a section of red ribbon towards him.

In a daze, he grabbed the streamer.

"Can you move?"

Mu Lian looked back at him with contempt and disdain in her eyes.

But this does not prevent how amazing this look back is.

It can be said to look at the city of people, and then look at the country.

The world is beautiful, but that's all.

Feng Lin's heart itched a little, and her mouth also itched.

"Move, as long as you want me to move, I will move as long as I am afraid that the Daoist will not be able to bear it."

Mu Lian: "..."

He really wanted to call a fool, but held back.

"Then move, I will see how long you can last."

This matter is not difficult for their practitioners, the difficulty is persistence.

Doing such a boring and repetitive thing, except for cultivation, probably many people don't like to do such a thing.

Feng Lin teased and said, "Of course it doesn't matter how long it takes, unless the Taoist priest calls to stop first."

Mu Lian was too lazy to talk to this dissolute person, and continued to get busy.

Feng Lin also kept up with the movement this time, but the streamer was hanging more and more crookedly.

Mu Lian was out of sight and out of mind, and only cared about the actions of his subordinates.

No one of the two called to stop, and it was already midnight after hanging up the streamers in the entire City Lord's Mansion.

Feng Lin didn't know whether to win or lose, and was eager to try.

"What's the deal after the hanging is over? Shall we continue to hang the lanterns?"

Mu Lian is also a person who wants face, it is impossible to call it off.

"Then go on."

……

"How about it, my lantern is not hanging crooked, is it?"

Feng Lin's proud voice came from beside him.

Mu Lian glanced sideways, then looked away.

One high and one low, one up and one down, I don't know where to see that it is not crooked.

"You can do whatever you want."

These few words are full of disapproval.

Feng Lin compared the lanterns on both sides of the door, no matter how they looked, they were all on the same horizontal line.

As long as it can be connected into a line, isn't it over?

Where is it crooked?

Although Feng Lin didn't understand, the operation after that was still the same.

The two worked hard all night, and no one proposed to take a rest.

To Mu Lian, the process was boring and boring, but Feng Lin found it very interesting.

It was the first time in his life that he did such a thing. It was novel and interesting, and he was still with that person.

I can't tell what I'm happy about.