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A well-dressed young Chinese stood by the newsstand on the side of the street, looking at the newspaper in his hand in a daze, as if he were unaware of the blazing sun shining on him.

In the newsstand, the fat and balding middle-aged boss couldn't help it, "Hey, buddy! Do you want to buy it? Don't you feel hot standing under the sun? ”

The young Chinese seemed to have come back to his senses at this time, and he casually took out a dollar from his pocket and put it on the sales window of the newsstand: "No need to look for it. ”

Before the words fell, the middle-aged boss had already lost the figure of the Chinese young man in front of him, and at the same time, the newspaper he was holding in his hand had disappeared.

"What a strange guy!" The middle-aged boss couldn't help muttering after putting away the coins that the young man had left on the sales window.

……

Walking slowly in the blazing sun, Fang Yan still pondered the news he had just read in the newspaper, oblivious to the eyes of others on him.

"This world is really a bit unexpected!" As if thinking of something, the corners of Fang Yan's mouth curled slightly, "However, this is more interesting, isn't it......"

After walking two streets, the dialect stopped in front of a somewhat old house.

Just as he took out the key from his pocket and was about to open the door, there was a sudden sound of the door opening from the door of the house next door.

Fang Yan turned his head to see that it was an acquaintance, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to say hello: "Hey, Andrew, good afternoon!" ”

Andrew, who was carrying the camera and filming it around, couldn't help but show his somewhat shy face from behind the camera when he heard the voice of the dialect.

"Good afternoon, Sean!"

Fang Yan looked at the camera he was carrying on his shoulder curiously: "Are you going out?" This camera looks so cool! ”

Andrew scratched his head a little embarrassed: "Do you think so too, Sean?" I mean—" he flipped the camera over his shoulder, "this guy is really good!" ”

"That's right!" Fang Yan's empty left hand gave a thumbs up, and his face was full of approval. "With him, you can record anything that happens around you, and you can also take pictures of interesting things and share them with your friends, so that everyone can be happy together. That's a great idea, isn't it. ”

Andrew smiled awkwardly and said hesitantly, "It's great, it's just me...... I haven't thought about it that much! I just love watching the world behind the camera......"

Fang Yan nodded clearly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, I understand, you can look at beautiful women openly, right?" For example, "Without waiting for Andrew to refute, the dialect exaggerated the gestures:

"Hey, hello beauty, can I take up a little bit of your time and do a little interview? Yes - that's it, look at the camera! Haha......"

Andrew blushed suddenly: "Hey, Sean! I...... That's what I mean! ”

"Okay, okay, just kidding." Fang Yan laughed, "Of course I know you don't mean that, Andrew." ”

Seeing that Andrew's face had softened, the topic suddenly changed in dialect: "But Andrew, you are usually a little too boring, and even I, a Chinese, have to be more open than you in school." You should really go outside and make more friends! ”

Andrew was silent for a moment, but he also knew that the tongue was good: "Well, I'll try." Thank you, Sean! ”

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow: "We're friends, aren't we?" ”

Andrew immediately smiled: "Yes, we are friends!" ”

……

After seeing Andrew's figure disappear, Fang Yan shrugged his shoulders and turned to continue his unfinished business - taking the key from his pocket and opening the door.

"Squeak-"

As soon as he stepped into the room, Fang Yan couldn't help but frown. An extremely strong smell of wine was filling the air in the room at the moment, and the pungent smell made Fang Yan almost want to sneeze.

"Winnie, I'm back!"

Fang Yan stood at the entrance of the doorway, changing his slippers and leaning into the room, but received no response.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, the tongues that had been expected in my heart were silent. After changing his slippers, he first walked to the living room window and opened all the windows, then turned and walked towards the sofa. If he's not mistaken—

"Winnie, Winnie? Wake up—"

Fang Yan looked at the drunk woman on the sofa with some speechlessness, and couldn't help but stroke her forehead. On the coffee table next to the sofa and on the floor, a pile of staggered wine bottles stood out.

Well, this woman is the titular "mother" of his current body in this world, and his only relative in this world, Vanessa Bullock.

"Alas!"

Lowering his arm, Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh again. After shaking Winnessa a few times and seeing no reaction from her, Fang Yan no longer wasted his efforts, and simply let her lie on the couch and fall asleep.

Anyway, with the current season and weather, sleeping on the sofa won't catch a cold or anything.

It's just that Fang Yan couldn't help but glance at Vanessa who was sleeping on the sofa, and her face suddenly became bitter, it seems that today's dinner is probably going to have to be made by herself!

As a wizard, in order to keep his mind clear, Fang Yan rarely drinks alcoholic beverages.

It's a pity that his adoptive mother, Vanessa, is a veritable drunkard! It's almost a day without alcohol.

A small drink can be pleasant, but a big drink can hurt the body!

In the face of the advice of the tongues, Vanessa always agreed very well at that time, and almost patted her chest and swore a poisonous oath. But as soon as she turned around and saw the wine bottle, she would immediately forget all the promises she had made in front of the dialect, and happily indulge in the world of alcohol.

For Vanessa's virtue, after trying hard for a long time to change her, Fang Yan simply gave up persuading Vanessa to quit drinking. All he could do was secretly use witchcraft to condition Vanessa's body every time she got drunk, lest Vanessa's young body be ruined by alcohol.

In addition to these, Fang Yan does the most work on weekdays, as well as cleaning up the mess for her. Like at this moment-

"Whew~"

Fang Yan stood in the center of the living room, and before he could make any movement, a small whirlwind began to spread around him, and then spread around the living room.

After a few breaths, when the small whirlwind swept through the living room, the already cluttered room had taken on a new look.

And the garbage and dust scattered on the floor are now surrounded by a small wheal, suspended in the void in front of the dialect.

"Bang!"

With a slight movement of Fang Yan's mind, the garbage wrapped in the wheal landed accurately into the trash can in the corner of the room.

After doing these dialects, he didn't stop, and although the smell of alcohol in the room had almost dissipated at this moment, under the sensitive nose of the dialect, the remaining smell of wine would also make him feel very uncomfortable.

Stretching out his right hand, an invisible wave emanated from his palm, enveloping the entire room.

"Condensation!"

With a low snort in Fang Yan's mouth, the alcohol molecules that had originally escaped in the air throughout the room were suddenly condensed into ice crystals under the transformation of a wonderful force!

Woooo

An inaudible sound of breaking the air sounded in the living room.

All the alcohol molecules in the air that had condensed into ice crystals began to gather towards his right hand at the call of the dialect at this moment.

Soon, a thumb-sized ice hockey ball appeared in Fang Yan's right palm, which looked very crystal clear.

Pouting, Fang Yan casually threw the ice balls made of alcohol molecules towards the open window, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"We'll have to prepare hangover soup for Winnie before she wakes up......"

On the other side, the ice hockey ball, which had been tossed by the dialect, crossed a perfect arc in the air and landed accurately on a plate of orchids placed on the windowsill outside the house.

Under the blazing sunlight outside, the ice hockey ball made of alcohol molecules quickly turned into a stream of crystalline liquor, submerged into the roots of the orchid in the pot and disappeared.

And the orchid, which has been nourished by alcohol and has been a little mutated, stretches its leaves imperceptibly under the sunlight, and seems to become more verdant.