The shadows were covered, and I saw several tall and thin shadows, which were disproportionately hidden in the fog, laughing and whispering.

Kiyo knew that this was a dream, and probably a nightmare.

She tried to move her body and wanted to wake up. The sound was sometimes close and sometimes far away, and sometimes it seemed to be talking in her ear. She was angry for a moment and drank: "Who!"

The shadows suddenly became panicked, as if pushing each other, and Kiyo heard the whispers was repetitions in a hurry.

——Discovered.

——Hide it, hide it.

——She couldn't find it.

——Don't worry, she can't find it...

The sound and figure slowly hid in the fog, night, and empty room.

***

At breakfast the next day, Mu Dai sat at the table, with two huge dark circles of eyes, and once she sat down, she stared at the charlatan, and they all depended on him, which made her have nightmares.

The charlatan was so happy that he didn't even communicate with her once.

Instead, Huo Zihong stared at her: "Didn't you sleep well?"

While saying that, he picked up a fried egg with candy heart for her: "Eat more, I'll give you a lot of things to do when I go back to give you to your master this time, which is enough for you to be busy... I heard that I accepted Cao Yanhua as my little apprentice, so he should go back. Will you go with 10,000 to 30,000?"

At the other end of the bar, the 10,000-yuan coffee-making ears turned over.

As a worker who owes 13,000 yuan in accounts, every time he goes out, he gives the reasons like a difficult labor. In the past, Cao Pangpang shared the burden with him, but this trip is different - Cao Yanhua has turned into a young disciple who is arrogant and goes on a wall, and it is reasonable.

He is the only one who is left, and he has no name to find a reason.

Mu Dai chewed the fried eggs and was slow: "Aunt Hong, only senior brother and I are too busy. Think about it, the funeral ceremony must be lined up to eat, and someone must arrange the reception. Although Luo Ren accompanied me, his injury has not healed yet, so it is too tiring."

Huo Zihong sighed: "Yes, this job is only 13,000 yuan. He can handle it with all his brains and mouths."

Is that right? He was suddenly praised. Ten thousand three were a little flattered. Before he could pass the smugness, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps from the upstairs. As soon as he looked up, Yan Hongsha was walking down, his eyes were like awls, staring at him.

It's a sin, I want to slap myself twice: it's all my fault, Erhuo will break up if he is in love. Next time, she will jump to the Great Wall if she is in love, and she won't care about it anymore.

He pushed the coffee cup over and thought to himself: This firecracker is about to explode.

Sure enough, the sound of the flame red sand was gloomy and the smell of gunpowder was: "One stroke? I'll update it today? I used to press the characters, but now I've updated it by strokes, right?"

On the other end of the dining table, everyone turned to this side: there is something to eat and there is a show to watch, and no one wants to miss the opportunity.

Ten thousand three strong men are calm: "Two fires, pay attention to it, this is a comma, a comma."

Yan Hongsha no longer ate his set: "Punctuation marks are also counted? You can give me another paragraph today, and you must another paragraph."

I cleared my throat and decided to tell the truth.

"Erhuo, I think you are very excited. I think you have recovered almost too, so that's all."

Yan Hongsha stared at him: "Did you not write any articles at all and fool me?"

Isn't this obvious? Of course I didn't write it.

Ten thousand three changed to a euphemism: "The key point is not the article, but to help you get out of the trough. You see, you can rebel with a knife..."

Yan Hongsha stared at him, staring at him, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Ten thousand San was panicked and dared not speak anymore.

Hearing her say, "Who is bullying people?"

After saying that, he walked to the center of the bar with anger, and did not sit at the dining table. He chose one casually, sat down and slapped on the table, looking so angry that he looked very angry.

No one spoke. In silence, Mu Dai took a piece of pancake, wrapped it with fried dough sticks and pickled vegetables, took another tissue, got up, and sat next to Yan Hongsha.

Yan Hongsha took the pancakes and wiped them randomly with a tissue. His eyes were red, like a bullied little rabbit.

Muday said: "Ten Thousand Thousands, you must write one today. Even if you make a fool of yourself, you will give a red sand mistake."

Cao Yanhua was overjoyed and was defeated by 10,000, which was something he liked: "Brother San San, you must write it, and not writing it affects unity."

The charlatan was not worried about the big deal when watching the fun, and was so happy that he smiled. Even Huo Zihong, who never disturbed the matter, said: "Ten Thousand Thousands, it depends on what's wrong with writing one."

What's wrong with writing one? I really don't feel hurt when I stand and speak. I protested with my neck: "It's not a writer, it's inspiration. How can I just write it just by saying it?"

The sound is loud and full of energy, and it is overwhelming with opinions from all parties.
Chapter completed!