In fact, as long as the name of A is carried in any action, no one will doubt the result. And without suspense, naturally no one will ask about the specific situation.

Mu Ye was already used to it. But the little mute surrounded himself and asked questions, but it was not boring, but ...... There's a subtle pleasure.

The thing he shouldn't have liked - when facing this person, it seems that the brain will automatically make mistakes, like a machine with a crashed program, everything is messed up.

Mu Ye pressed her temples slightly, and was pulled by the girl towards the crowd, but she didn't have the slightest idea of shooting her...... Instead, he frowned and carefully protected the person in his arms, so that he felt at ease.

The boy sighed inwardly.

The night market is lively, with flashing lights and lots of small stalls for passers-by.

Yu Chu wasn't interested in these gadgets, but just pulling the person next to him to go shopping, which would make people feel strangely satisfied.

Holding his hand into the crowd, Yu Chu took a look in front of a stall where balloons were shooting.

A young man with dyed yellow hair had just shot a round, and he hit six out of ten small balloons, and the accuracy was already very good.

Maybe he got carried away and saw a girl looking at him, he didn't pay attention to the people around the girl, and raised his eyebrows and whistled at the girl.

Yu Chu felt the hand on his shoulder pause.

She glanced back at the boy.

Mu Ye also lowered his eyes calmly, his light-colored eyes were light, with a little carelessness, and glanced at the stall, "Do you like the puppets over there?" ”

The boy's tone was also flat.

Yu Chu glanced at the puppets on the stall over there, hesitated, and nodded.

For a split second, she saw this guy reach for his gun...... Now it's just a "competition" in the stall in the past, so she better not stop it......

She obediently followed Mu Ye to the front of the stall.

The young man raised his eyes and casually glanced at Huang Mao standing next to him, looking calm.

But after all, it was the killer's eyes, and the young man shrunk his neck and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The stall owner looked at the boy in amazement several times before giving him a gun and greeting him with a smile.

In fact, there was not a lot of attention along the way, but following the main god in so many planes, Yu Chu had long been used to it, and now he could almost treat it as if he hadn't seen it.

Mu Ye raised the gun lightly, and his slender fingers were steady.

Ordinary people hit this kind of balloons, of course, one by one, but the teenager did not need to stop, ten in a row did not stop, only the dense gunfire was heard, all ten balloons had been burst, and the bullet holes were firmly parked on the cardboard, just in the center of each balloon.

The yellow-haired young man was completely stupid.

The onlookers all made a slight uproar, and they all looked at the teenager in surprise, and some people talked to each other in low voices, and this hand really calmed them. The girls are all excited star-eyed, but they are hesitant to talk.

Because over there, the boy had already taken a puppet and bowed his head and handed it to the girl on the side.

At first glance, it's a girlfriend.

The girls could only scratch their hearts and sigh.

Before leaving, Mu Ye glanced at the yellow-haired young man lightly.

The man was so frightened that he stepped back, almost hitting a pillar next to the stall behind him.

"What's wrong?" A friend next to him asked strangely.

Huang Mao shook his head, only to realize that he was in a cold sweat.

But it's really scary.

Only he saw that look - I don't know why, I always felt that the man really wanted to kill him.