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The next day, early morning...

In his sleep, Wuyan felt something thorny in his nose, making his nose bridge itch and he couldn't help but want to sneeze.

In a daze, Wuyan wrinkled his nose and reached out to touch it. He continued to fall asleep until the hairy object that pierced into his nose seemed to be gone.

However, when Wuyan's confused consciousness was almost immersed in the sea of ​​sleep again, the furry thing was stirring up in his nose, making Wuyan's brows frown.

Realizing that something seemed wrong, the silent consciousness slowly returned to awakening, and the sleepy eyes also struggled away.

"Hehe, brother is awake..."

Hearing this delicate voice, Wu Yan's last confusion dissipated, his head completely awakened, lowered his head and looked into his arms.

There, the little girl wearing Goth loli outfit and with broken wings covered with crystals behind her was looking at Wu Yan with a pair of bright red eyes, her face filled with a naughty expression like a prank being discovered.

In the little girl's hand, a bunch of ponytail tied to the left of her head was grabbed by her hand and swept around in front of her silent nose. Without thinking, the fur that woke Wu Yan and had been inside her nose was the end of this bunch of hair.

The person who used his own hair to make pranks on silent body is Fran!

"Girl!" Suddenly, he sat up silently, hugged Fran, pretended to be a cannibalist, and shouted viciously.

"Do you know what kind of punishment you will receive when you disturb your brother's sleep?!"

"Wow! Brother is angry!" Fran immediately cooperated extremely well and pretended to be pitiful and trembling in fear.

"Fran knows that he is wrong, brother, please forgive Fran..."

"It is insincere to admit mistakes verbally..." said the silent old god.

"What are the things that must be done when you want others to forgive you when you are playing tricks?"

"What must be done?..." The pitiful and fear that Fran's face was completely gone. This time, he was really curious.

"What is it?..."

"Is that need to be said?" Silent smiled maliciously.

"Of course, I handed over the tools of prank..."

"Take the tools of prank?" Fran blinked and then understood the meaning of speechlessness. He immediately held his ponytail tightly with both hands and asked weakly.

“Can it be…”

"Haha..." The silent hand fumbled behind the back twice, and when he lifted it up again, a pair of cold scissors appeared.

"Let me cut off Fran's hair that he used to play tricks!"

"Wow! No!" Fran immediately jumped up from Wuyan's body, which caused Wuyan to scream. He also jumped up and chased after him.

Suddenly, the wooden floor heard the sound of messy steps, and Fran's panicked screams and silver bell-like laughter also spread, making this morning full of warmth.

...

In the early morning, every corner of the Hori Shrine was filled with a hint of cold color. Even if the warm sunlight shines from the sky that seems very close, it also fills every corner of the Hori Shrine, and it cannot completely drive out the cold wind.

Holding one hand, he protected his ponytail very carefully, and holding the clothes in front of Wuyan with the other hand, Fran, who looked full of energy, walked to the door of the shrine while yawning and opened the door of the shrine.

"Hongbai, are you here?"

In response to speechlessness, there was an indescribable silence.

Inside the shrine, which is not vast, Ling Meng, who has not even changed her clothes, exposed half of her head with a bow tie outside. The rest of her delicate body is hidden in the quilt, looking like a large butterfly sticking on the quilt, which is particularly funny.

At the moment the door of the shrine was pushed open, Ling Meng had originally exposed her face. Until the light outside shone in and hit Ling Meng's face, she immediately retracted her head into the quilt like a turtle, like a vampire who died in the light.

"It seems that we are vampires, right?" Wu Yan couldn't help but complain, and walked into the shrine with Fran's curious and fun expression, and slapped the table hard.

"Red and white! The sun is shining on her butt!"

"It's so noisy..." A half-dead voice came out of the furnace.

"When will I call me after I'm drying my feet..."

"..." Wuyan was silent for a while, and once again slapped the table hard.

"The sun is shining on your feet!"

"What, I'm just drying my feet..." A half-dead voice came from the furnace again.

"When will I be able to call me after I'm drying my butt..."

"I thought I was the lazyest in the morning, but I didn't expect that you were even lazy than me!" Wu Yan almost choked on his chest in one breath, choking himself to death.

"Get up quickly! What should I do for breakfast?!"

"Breakfast?..." The bow under the stove shook like a pair of ears. Then, Ling Meng showed her face from the stove and said with confusion.

"What is breakfast? Don't you just have lunch after getting up?"

Now, let alone Wuyan's face was embarrassed, even Fran looked at Lingmeng like an alien.

What does this mean?…

Isn’t this just saying that it’s already noon when Ling Meng gets up?

Although Wuyan also likes to sleep in, he has never tried it until noon. In some ways, red and white laziness is indeed a state of mind.

"Forget it..." Wuyan gave up.

"Tell me where the kitchen is, I'll make some food first..."

...

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ling Meng, who was originally lying in the furnace, sat up in the original position, and her half-dead appearance disappeared, and instead she was full of energy.

Of course, the spirit here refers to Ling Meng waving her chopsticks with her spirit, reducing the dishes on the table in front of her at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why didn't you find that breakfast is so delicious before?..."

Sitting opposite Lingmeng, speechless, Fran and the others held the bowl in their hands, watching Lingmeng transform into a starving ghost who had just been reincarnated, desperately squeezing the rice, looking at each other.

"Does Lingmeng have no food to eat?" Looking at Lingmeng who was constantly sipping rice on the opposite side, Fran bit the tip of the chopsticks, and a look of sympathy appeared in her eyes.

"So pitiful..."

"Well, after all, it's the guy who used to eat lunch when he gets up, and he has never tasted the taste of breakfast. It's inevitable that this will happen..." He spoke with a silent instructor.

"So, let's understand her..."

"I understand! Brother!"

After tacitly choosing to ignore it, Fran and the others began to eat breakfast silently.

By the way, in order not to let Ling Meng clean up all the food, after seeing Ling Meng's eating speed, Wu Yan and Flan quietly hid several dishes of dishes.

So, if someone comes here, you can see that the witches at the Bori Shrine are eating and drinking without any image, while the other two sat opposite each other, took out a few dishes of the dishes hidden in the stove, put them on the ground, and started eating on their own.

Not long after, both the plates on the table and the plates on the ground were all emptied.

"Um..." Ling Meng lay on the ground, narrowing her eyes with a comfortable face.

“I haven’t eaten so much in a long time…”

"You can see..." Wuyan put away the plate and handed it to Fran, who was helping to clean up with a happy face, glanced at Ling Meng.

"Just just look at how you eat, we are almost full. You are so poor that you have no money to eat, right?"

"Don't have money to eat?" Ling Meng asked in confusion.

"Does it cost to eat?"

"Ha?..." Wu Yan was shocked.

"You don't need to pay for food, where do the ingredients come from?"

"Who knows..." Ling Meng curled her lips.

"Every time the inventory is gone, the materials appear inexplicably..."

"Something inexplicably?" Wuyan was stunned and then understood.

It must be a seventeen-year-old girl who is used to peeping with "blanks" and sees Ling Meng that she doesn't even have money for incense, so she naturally has no money to eat. In order to save the life of this fantasy town manager, she secretly transported it here?

Thinking of this, he shook his head with no laughter and tears, put all the tableware aside, and reached out his hand to Fran beside him.

"Fran, come here..."

"What's the matter?" Fran was already in his silent arms.

"Are you going out?"

"Um!"

"Where to go?..."
Chapter completed!