In fact, for any action, as long as you bring A's name, no one will doubt the result. Without suspense, naturally no one will ask about the specific situation.
Mu Ye was already used to it. But the little mute asked around him, but it didn't make people bored, on the contrary... there was a slight pleasure.
Things he shouldn't like—when facing this person, it seems that the brain will automatically go wrong, like a machine with a crash program, and everything is messed up.
Mu Ye pressed his temples slightly, and was dragged by the girl towards the crowd, but he didn't have the slightest thought of shooting her... Instead, he frowned, carefully protecting her in his arms, and felt at ease.
The young man sighed inwardly.
The night market is very lively, the lights are twinkling, and there are many small stalls for passers-by to enjoy.
Yu Chu wasn't interested in these gadgets, but it was strangely satisfying to drag the person next to him to go shopping.
Holding his hand and walking into the crowd, Yu Chu took a look at a balloon shooting booth.
A young man with yellow hair had just shot a round, hitting six out of ten small balloons, the accuracy rate was already very good.
Maybe it was because he was overwhelmed, seeing a girl looking at him, he didn't pay attention to the people around the girl, raised his eyebrows and whistled at the girl.
Yu Chu felt the hand on his shoulder pause.
She looked back at the boy.
Mu Ye also lowered his eyes calmly, his light-colored pupils were calm and careless, and looked towards the booth, "Do you like the puppets over there?"
The boy's tone was also flat.
Yu Chu glanced at the puppet on the booth over there, hesitated, and nodded.
Just for a moment, she saw this guy reaching for a gun... Now it's just a "discussion" at the booth, she should not stop her...
She obediently followed Mu Ye to the booth.
The boy raised his eyes, and casually glanced at the yellow hair standing beside him, looking calm.
But after all, it was the killer's eyes. The young man shrank his neck and took a few steps back subconsciously.
The stall owner looked at the boy in amazement several times before he gave the gun and greeted him with a smile on his face.
In fact, there was a lot of attention along the way, but Yu Chu had long been used to following the Lord God in so many planes, and now he could almost pretend he didn't see it.
Mu Ye raised the gun lightly, his slender fingers were steady.
Ordinary people would shoot these balloons one by one, of course, but the boy didn't need to stop, ten in a row did not stop, only to hear the dense gunshots, all ten balloons had burst, and the bullet holes stopped firmly on the ground. cardboard, exactly in the center of each balloon.
The yellow-haired young man was completely dumbfounded.
The onlookers made a slight uproar, and looked at the young man in surprise. Some people talked to each other in a low voice, and this hand really calmed them down. Girls are excited star-eyed, but hesitant to strike up a conversation.
Because over there, the boy had already taken a puppet and handed it to the girl beside him with his head bowed.
It looks like a girlfriend.
The girls could only scratch their lungs and sigh.
Before leaving, Mu Ye stared at the yellow-haired young man indifferently.
The man backed away in fright, almost bumping into a pillar next to the booth 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 really scary.
Only he saw that look—for some reason, he always felt that that person really wanted to kill him.