Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mei Hong shook the floor three times with a bang. The little sister Hong who was already asleep next door turned up from the quilt with a shock, and checked left and right several times in panic. It was definitely not an earthquake before she continued to fall to rest...

"Small down, Meihong, ah, hello, everyone at night is asleep," Wu Ye hurriedly calmed down Meihong, who was about to run away, and explained: "I'm serious, Huiye looks a little strange. "

"Strange? Isn't that guy always strange?"

"That's not wrong... Well, I'm not talking about this." Wu also couldn't help but scratched his hair, finally sinking his heart but didn't know where to start.

"I don't know how to explain it to you. In the sense, I feel something is wrong with Hui Ye." Wu Ye frowned and struggled for a while, and finally couldn't tell why.

"Tsk."

Meihong smashed her mouth, she heard it, Wu also didn't want to face Hui Ye directly, always saying that the other party was strange, and looking at his expression, it seemed to be pure excuses.

It seems that if this matter is not resolved, their plan will be dead before it even starts.

"troublesome!"

Sister Hong got up and went back to her room on the other side with a stern face, and Wu also heard a sound of tumbling over boxes and cabinets. He went over curiously and saw that Sister Hong had sent all the things Fujiwara Bubi had sent the other day. Take it out.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh!" Meihong glared at Wu Ye, then grabbed a white coat from the ground and threw it to Wu Ye, and said, "Try it, it doesn't fit."

"what?"

Wu Ye looked dumbfounded, but seeing Mei Hong's impatient eyes, he still resisted doubts first, and changed his clothes obediently. The fit was a good fit. Isn't he a little panicked when he was all white at night?

"Meihong, what are you doing to dress me up like this?"

"Of course it is to cure your timid death!"

Meihong stood up and said with one hand on her hips disdainfully: "I'll take you to Huiye's house in a while to see what's wrong with that guy."

"Go to Huiye's house?" Wu Ye was stunned: "But I have already met her. I think it was not revealed right away in the past. What will happen to the future plan... No, I have been exposed, how can I propose marriage? !"

"Stupid!" Meihong poked Wu Ye's forehead and said, "Have you not seen that I am helping you disguise?"

Wu also pulled at his white coat, tangled: "Is such a simple disguise really all right?"

"It's not over yet, take it."

Speaking of Meihong, I turned out a bunch of masks, and I didn’t know when I bought it. I fiddled with a bunch of weird masks in my hand, and compared Wu Ye’s face to the left and right, and then picked out a white background with red stripes The mask was thrown directly on his face.

Then she took it down unsatisfactorily, punched an irregular hole in the upper right part with her fist to show her eyes, and then hung it on Wu Ye's face. Now she was satisfied.

"Very good, so there will be no problem."

"..."

Wu didn't have to look at it, and knew that he must look like a second-degree disease or a late stage.

"Hey, Meihong, how do you introduce yourself when you dress me up like this?"

"Do you still need me to teach you? Just make up!"

Meihong looked up and down Wu Ye, whose temperament had changed a lot, and asked, "What do you think is your biggest support?"

"Uh..." Faced with this familiar question, Wu also hesitated, and then replied, "Familiar with the direction of history?"

"Stupid! That's Lao Tzu's support! What am I asking you?"

"Uh, me? The ability to discover the abilities of others?"

"wrong."

"The ability to summon Gangnir?"

"wrong!"

"Then, what is that?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's the ability to play tricks!"

"Meihong, you bastard! Are you complimenting me or scolding me?"

"Of course I'm complimenting you," Meihong patted Wu Ye's shoulder solemnly and explained: "Wu Ye, even if you are serious about your aura, it is inexplicably messy. Put on a mask to cover your appearance and pretend to be unclear. Looks like someone believes you even if you are a god!"

"..."

"Yes, if that's the case, you can just pretend to be a god," the big-minded sister Hong stretched out her hand to play the dust that didn't exist on her shoulders, and said lightly: "In this case, even if we are unlucky When I met Bayi Yonglin, there was also a way to be surprised."

"Let's come!" Wu Ye flatly refused with a black face: "Let's not talk about your method, which sounds very cheating. Miss Yonglin is the culmination of the myth. No matter what god we pretend to be, she will definitely see it through at a glance. "

"It's so stupid, Wu Ye, just pretend to be a god she has never seen before?"

"Speaking lightly, how could it be so easy? You found one for me who hasn't even seen Yonglin before...Wait, don't you want to...?"

"Hey, did you guess it too? Wu Ye," Mei Hong said with a sinister face on her shoulders: "This will definitely surprise them, and there are no flaws."

After all, Meihong picked up one side of the brush and wrote the word "Dragon" openly on the chest of Wu Ye's white coat, then drew a circle and framed it, and then confronted Wu Ye with a serious face. Said:

"Wu Ye, from today, you will be the Dragon God."

"..."

Chapter Thirty Three

As the saying goes, the moon is black and the wind is high at night, voyeuristic follows the sky, and generally likes to go out at night, especially the guys who go out at night, must all be magnanimous gentlemen with noble thinking and integrity.

For example, Wu Ye and Meihong who are about to sneak into Huiye's house at this moment.

Wu is also counted as one, and Meihong is counted as one and five. These are all great men who are not afraid of words and dare to fight against secular morals to the end.

"Footsteps lighter! Stupid! Do you think we are here to go shopping? Are you planning to let your house come out to welcome you?"

Slashing his head and covering his face gave Wu Ye a curse behind him. As an expert in this way, Meihong never stingy in teaching Wu Ye how to be a good little thief in her spare time.

Although it was taught with fists.

"Meihong, your voice is not lower than mine, why don't you pay attention..."

Wu Ye touched the already swollen forehead, and couldn't help feeling depressed. Mei Hong's kung fu with the head on the other side of the hand was really the best, and she could numb her forehead through the mask.

Although they have already gone out, it is too late to raise questions, but Wu still can't help but want to ask——

"Meihong, do you think our disguise looks very hidden? You won't be spotted right away, will you?"