Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

The housekeeper who had just prepared dinner saw that Wen Fan was about to leave after saying hello, and he didn't plan to stay at home, so he shook his head and didn't stop it.

Zuo Yiyi jumped out and stopped Wen Fan: "Where are you going?"

and "Go home." "

This is your home, grandpa said, it's best not to go out recently."

Wen Fan was helpless and pulled Zuo Yiyi aside: "I have something to deal with." Zuo

Yiyi didn't give up: "What can you do? You haven't lived at home in the past few days, if you leave again, I'll sue grandpa!"

"Sue me, godmaster will understand me."

Seeing Wen Fan leave without looking back, Zuo Yiyi gritted her teeth, took out her mobile phone and dialed Zuo Huaibi: "Grandpa! Wen Fan, he is back to his house tonight!"

Zuo Huaibi was silent for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, let him go, he has his own ideas, and I have my arrangements."

"But...

"Okay, Yiyi, I'm busy, you have nothing to do with Grandpa Lin to chat." With that

, he hung up the phone.

Zuo Yiyi held her mobile phone with mixed feelings.

Since Liu Yu's incident, everyone around him seems to be busy with things, and only he has nothing to do.

"Miss, let's have dinner first. The housekeeper reminded Zuo Yiyi softly.

Zuo Yiyi's face was entangled, and then her eyes slowly became firm, and she turned to look at the housekeeper: "Aunt Mei, you are a green-robed mage, can you guide me to practice spells?"

The middle-aged female housekeeper was stunned for a moment, looked at Zuo Yiyi's firm gaze, and pursed her lips: "If the master agrees, I have no opinion." Zuo

Yiyi saw that there was a play, and hurriedly called Zuo Huaibi again and explained his thoughts.

Zuo Huaibi thought that it was just a joke, if anyone can teach spells, what else do you have to do in school, the study of spells is not mathematics, chemistry, physics, once the mana forms a wrong circuit when learning spells, it is not just as simple as injury. If you don't pay attention to it, you may lose your life.

Just as he was about to say no, he thought of the current situation in Mucheng, so he changed his tone: "Alas, let Xiaomei take you, but you can only learn beginner-level spells, and you are never allowed to learn middle-level and above spells!"

Hanging up the phone, Zuo Yiyi's eyes flashed with excitement.

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Wen Fan didn't lie, in a few days, it was the college entrance examination day once a month, and he did have something to deal with, but it was not to review, but to have more important things to do.

He didn't worry about the problem of Lin Lao's arm, the level of science and technology in this world was better than his original world, and with the assistance of magic, Wen Fan was not worried about accidents during the operation.

When he left the gate of Zuo's house, Wen Fan put on his glasses, plugged in the bamboo dragonfly and rushed to his house. I am not worried about the danger that Zuo Yiyi said.

Recently, Zuo Huaibi has almost lived in a government building, and Wen Fan didn't bother him. As for Zhang Shen and Gao Qing...

Wen Fan would not hand them over until their value was squeezed out.

"Children, wait for me~"

Since discovering the bug of brushing life counts, Wen Fan can't extricate himself, no way, it's too fragrant.

Rubbing his hands, Wen Fan was a little impatient.

Soon came to the top of his apartment, and saw that the convenience store was still lit at night, Wen Fan muttered: "Don't you have to go home to the boss?"

Touching his stomach, Wen Fan regretted not having dinner at Zuo's house.

There is no way, Wen Fan, who counts his life, is like a teenager with Internet addiction, let alone eating, even drinking saliva is a waste of time.

Landing on the ground, taking off his glasses and bamboo dragonflies, Wen Fan planned to eat a bowl of instant noodles to pad his stomach.

I wanted to use a gift towel to solve the problem of eating, but I couldn't use the things that came out of the gift towel.

"Xiaofan, there have been fewer in the past few days. The proprietress saw that it was Wen Fan and said hello.

Wen Fan sighed: "Recently, I have a bad stomach, and when I went to the hospital, the doctor said to eat less junk food and more soft rice."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and then teased: "Can you still eat soft rice? Which girl is so short-sighted?"

Wen Fan looked at the shelves, looked at the dazzling array of snacks, and replied casually: "The

granddaughter of the mayor's family." The

proprietress pouted: "It's also blown."

Without too much explanation, let the proprietress take a bucket of genuine unified instant noodles, Wen Fan weighed it twice, confirmed that the amount was normal, and walked to the boiling water to start unpacking.

"Recently, in addition to being hit by a street lamp, I was also stung by a wasp, stepped on two bubbles of dog shit and a piece of human shit, yawned in the sky and ate bird droppings, and was wrapped around the neck with a kite string by a bear child flying a kite on the road.

Wen Fan recalled the unfortunate encounters in recent days and opened the instant noodles with confidence.

"Vegetable packets, spice packets, oil packets, dough cakes, well, everything. There is no fault with the production date. Wen Fan was relieved.

After squeezing the seasoning package and pouring hot water, Wen Fan was stunned: "Damn, where's the fork?"

shook his head, and was about to ask the proprietress for a pair of disposable chopsticks, but found that the proprietress was receiving other customers.

There was no way, Wen Fan got up by himself, walked to the snack shelf, and picked two ham sausages to be used as chopsticks.

When he returned to his seat, Yu Guang glanced at the customer at the door, and suddenly, his pupils shrank.

The man was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with a cap pressed on his head, a thick mask, and a pair of sunglasses at night.

None of this is the most important thing, the most important thing is that the man's left sleeve is empty.

Wen Fan Wen Fan retracted his gaze, took out his glasses from his pocket, and quietly put them on.

Peel off the two instant noodles and snap the stall, use the ham sausage as chopsticks to pick up the half-cooked instant noodles and eat them, the glasses lenses are steaming, Wen Fan didn't care, staring at the man with the broken arm silently in the corner.

"Could it be Liu Yu

?" Wen Fan's brain was running rapidly: "Do you want to call the godmaster

?" "What if it's not?"

"If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if, or just in case." "

If it's really Liu Yu, why are you here to trouble me

?" "What if the boss lady gets into a fight?"

"! despicable

!" "Don't care! If it's really Liu Yu, you can't let him run away!"

quietly took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, staring at the person who suspected Liu Yu at the same time, dialing with his residual light.

At this moment, the person suspected of Liu Yu turned his head and glanced at Wen Fan.

The two made eye contact for a moment before leaving.

It was this moment that made Wen Fan cancel the dial and give up the idea of calling Zuo Huaibi.

Although the man was well covered, the few exposed skins showed signs of necrosis, as if they were rotting, and turned purple as black.

"Boss, it's not a good business to open here. The suspicious man's voice was like a broken gong, and it was extremely unpleasant.

This voice was completely different from the gentle Liu Yu, which made Wen Fan less suspicious, but his eyes were still staring at the suspicious man.

After handing over the Furong King that the man wanted, the proprietress yawned boredly: "Where this bird doesn't, you are the second guest today." The

man took the cigarette with one hand, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Seeing the man leaving, Wen Fan hurriedly finished the sausage chopsticks in his hand and walked to the front desk.

"Boss, do you know that person just now?" The

proprietress was stunned, rubbed her eyes, stretched out her head to look inside, and then looked at Wen Fan, and said suspiciously: "When did you come in?"

Wen Fan was also stunned, and then found that she hadn't taken off her glasses.

"Sorry to interrupt. He

walked out of the door, took off his glasses from the hostess's gaze, and hurried back to the store.

"Boss, do you know the person who just wore sunglasses and a mask?"

The proprietress was stunned again: "When did you go out?".