"Mu Xili...."

In a daze, Mu Yun listened to the sound like a spell lingering in her ears, buzzing like a mosquito in summer, making her head hurt.

She just wants to get a little more sleep during the holidays.

"Oops, it's noisy!"

He lifted the quilt from his body and sat up.

As soon as she sat up, she was sprinkled with something on her face, and she finally wiped her eyes clean to see the scene in front of her.

It was an old lady who was holding a clay pot in one hand, wearing a very primitive animal skin skirt, and her messy hair was stuck with some kind of bird feathers.

Behind her was a large group of sturdy men, all of whom wore only one skirt, still in animal skins.

Mu Yun swallowed her saliva and looked at the old lady holding the clay pot and the person standing behind her defensively.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you recording a show of primitive people?"

She asked tentatively, "I'm not an actor in your crew, I'm sorry to disrupt your progress!" ”

"I'll go first, you continue, you continue!"

As soon as Mu Yun wanted to get off the stone bed he was lying on, he was blocked by a big black man.

"You can't go!" The big black man grabbed one of Mu Yun's arms and dragged the person back like a chicken.

What?

Isn't what you just said clear enough?

Mu Yun looked up at the man who was two heads taller than him and rolled his eyes.

"Get out of the way, I've made it clear that I'm not from your crew, why do you want to keep me down for dinner?"

Mu Yun glared at the big black man angrily, didn't he say it clearly enough?

"Don't think that you can bully people if you are taller and stronger, now you are a legal society, a little bit of quality, is it?"

Grandma's legs are broken, and her arms are about to be broken.

In fact, she didn't know why she was lying here, and before she woke up, she seemed to have had a long, long dream, in which she could feel that she was unusually depressed and sad. She also wondered why she was so sad, but she couldn't remember why.

"Neil, let her go!"

It was the old lady who spoke.

Although Mu Yun hated Neil, who was called by the old lady, she still felt quite reasonable about this old lady.

At this time, Neil slowly let go of Mu Yun's right hand, but his expression was extremely serious.

"Witch Envoy, do you really let her go......?"

The old lady nodded

After Mu Yun left the group, she came to a pond, and she always felt uncomfortable with something sprinkled on her face.

The surface of the water reflected a black face, and a messy head of hair tangled around his head that looked like a bird's nest.

it!

"What the hell is this?"

Mu Yun was completely dumbfounded.

She took a long breath.

"Calm down, calm down .." Said to himself again and again.

Oh my god! Can't calm down at all!

"I'm a good beauty who was actually made to look like this, makeup artist, how much hatred and resentment I have with you...... Ah.....h

It's not that she brags about herself, although her appearance is not stunning, but it is definitely exquisite.

Look at what it's all ruined now.

Mu Yun couldn't care so much, jumped directly into the pond, and never came out without washing off a layer of skin.

In the clear water, Mu Yun rubbed his skin and hair desperately.

I don't know why I'm so unlucky, I remember that I was sleeping at home but I somehow got to such a place, first a bunch of inexplicable people, and I was made to look like such a ghost.