After Yan Chiyu's substitute teaching trip ended, most of the people who had listened to his class were still unsatisfied. Even the practice questions he came up with were taken back by the teachers to study and analyze, and the madness was so bad that he brought Yan Chiyu back to dissect him......

[This is the wisdom of interstellar people~]

[U1S1, in addition to our advanced interstellar problem-solving methods, it is mainly because Brother Yan is handsome and beautiful~ Don't say it, I listened very carefully like the witch god when he lectured]

[Wu Yue: In?] Why are you taking me upstairs? 】

The week of classes is over, and it's the weekend again.

Wu Yue sat on the stone steps at the door of her villa and waited for Yan Chiyu, and while waiting, she remembered that in the past few days, she was urged to open the envelope by Mu Junyan every day.

The letter was in Yan Chiyu's hand, and she passed it on from generation to generation.

The young man's answer was very light, "The things given by irrelevant people are not important, and they are not in a hurry to dismantle them." ”

When the second mouth is spoken.

The young man looked lazy: "Huh? Letter...... I am not a public official of the prefecture, so I don't read it. ”

The third mouth.

The young man in the WeChat video lens is leaning against the head of the bed in pajamas, his hair is messy, his black hair falls naturally along the cold lines of his face, and the two dull hairs that are raised are swaying. Sleepy-eyed, his voice was low and hoarse that he hadn't woken up: "I don't know where to put it, I can't find it..."

It was rare to see the appearance of Yan Chiyu's little milk dog who had just woken up, and Wu Yue was carried away by the beauty and forgot about the letter to the clouds. The two of them chatted with each other, and soon the topic was led to other places.

Every time Yan Chiyu couldn't talk about herself, she would mention the last time she came back from the Night Moon Demon after getting drunk, and every now and then Wu Yue would be ashamed......

I have never been such a gaffe in the years of being a big man.

Yes! Her lifetime fame!

The farther and farther my thoughts drifted, I almost bit a handkerchief and dropped two tears......

Slender and powerful fingers wrapped gently and loosely around the girl's wrists, and pulled her up from the cold stone steps with a slight force, and a clear voice sounded overhead:

"What? Got something on your mind? ”

Wu Yue instinctively wanted to shake her head, but paused, and nodded her head rarely: "Yes." ”

"Do you want to say?"

"I don't want to."

"Okay, then I won't talk about it." Yan Chiyu doesn't think that Wu Ji is the kind of girl she says on the Internet - saying 'don't' is 'wanting', saying 'it's okay' is actually 'something', and saying 'don't want to' is actually 'wanting'.

No, if you don't want to do it, you don't want to, if you still maliciously speculate in this case, pretending to be stupid and thinking that the other party is angry and unwilling to say, then it is wrong.

"Also, the official document of the underworld that you have in mind." After getting into the car, Yan Chiyu handed over the envelope made of the withered grass of the land to Wu Yue.

The girl pinched the corner of the envelope with two fingers, and lazily lifted her eyes, "What, it's not my heart, it's Mu Junyan's goodness...... I suspect that he is doing an idle job, so he is not a Yan Jun who is so busy that his feet do not touch the ground. ”

Yan Chiyu smiled, "Don't you know? Yan Jun actually didn't have feet. ”

"Huh?" Wu Yue really didn't know about this, so she was surprised when she heard it.

"Legend has it that the gods of the god realm, Yan Jun because he slept late, and because he lived underground, he was about to catch up with the god auspicious time, so he cut off his legs, and his legs turned into a ladder of heaven, so that he took a shortcut. Almost, Yan Jun missed out on the priesthood. The boy's voice was indescribably good, slow, like the sound of a cello pouring in her ears.

After listening to this, Wu Yue began to think back to how Mu Junyan walked in her memory......

There seems to be nothing wrong with this legend, but something seems to be wrong?