"Hehehehe...hehehe...blind boxes, where are the blind boxes?"
"Don't run away, don't run away, this little demon only wants a stamp!"
"You black-haired orc, hand over the stamp in your hand!!"
Seeing that a group of people were chasing him closely, Mo Xuan forgot about the rule that forbade him to transform into his original form. He rolled on the spot and transformed into a black dragon several meters long. He jumped into the lake with great majesty and stirred up a huge wave.
The Liu family members who were passing by clapped in unison: "Wow! Such realistic special effects! The water splashes are just like real ones! The actors are also very dedicated, the arrows look just like real ones! And that weasel, the model is really well made."
The Wandering Earth crew, standing on the ship and questioning their existence, thought: "...Did someone just turn into a dragon? This can't be explained by current science. Does physics no longer exist?"
William and his group from the magical dimension: "What is this? Uh, some kind of... long, black, strip-shaped magical beast?"
Zhang Cang, who was lying on the bow of the boat trying to sort out his worldview, said: "...Holy crap, I really am drunk. I actually saw dragons and whales swimming in the lake."
Chickens flew and dogs barked, foxes scurried and elves ran away, dwarves drank ale with ghost messengers, and dragon girls sang duets with sea monsters—it was truly the most chaotic scene in history.
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Xu Milu wasn't worried about Mo Xuan's safety at all. Firstly, he was a dragon after all, with an incredibly strong physical body. Secondly, there were two powerful figures secretly overseeing things, so no major trouble was likely to occur. Right now, the guests were having a great time, and in a way, this garden party... might be a great success.
While a group of people were chasing Mo Xuan, she hid in a covered boat moored on the shore, only to find that there were other people on board.
It was Yin Wenjiao and the Buddhist monk Sanzang.
The Tripitaka Master's good looks remain undeniable; even in an earth-yellow monk's robe, he manages to look like a high-end designer piece, and his gleaming bald head appears exceptionally elegant.
"Young friend Xu, it's been a long time. I wonder if you've found what you're looking for?"
Xu Milu quickly returned the greeting: "Thank you for your concern, Master. I have found the answer to my question. If it weren't for the guidance of the maiden Guangmu, I'm afraid I would have been confused by the situation. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality today."
"How could I have been unhospitable? We're all sisters from the same family, why are you saying such formal things?"
Yin Wenjiao playfully scolded her, pulled her to sit down, and showed her the thick stack of blind box prize tickets in her hand:
"It's really kind of you to come up with such an interesting and novel idea. Liu'er has found a lot of interesting things for me, which is much more interesting than releasing lanterns! It even says something about 'elf silk' on it. I was just thinking of making two summer dresses for Tuan'er. When I get back, I'll spin the silk into Western thread and have you take a look."
Xu Milu stared at the stack of lottery tickets that would make the Africans outside green with envy, then looked at the monk Sanzang, who was smiling and continuing to scoop up the lotus flower plate. A faint halo of Buddha's light emanated from the back of his head.
"As a son, I am unable to stay by my mother's side for long. I am very grateful to you, young friend, for always thinking of my mother and even teaching her cooking skills. In fact, I should thank you."
Seemingly drawn by the Buddha's light, the lotus-shaped cups floating in the river seemed to come alive, floating in a neat row, with a prize redemption coupon hidden under each cup.
Now we know who won all those lottery tickets.
A golden halo almost emanated from behind the Tripitaka Master, but Xu Milu swore she saw pieces of black stinky tofu with wings swimming in the Buddha's light.
Is this holding a grudge?
This is definitely because she held a grudge against Yin Wenjiao for teaching her how to make stinky tofu, right?
If tears had a shape, she swore the stream on her face would definitely look like seaweed:
It wasn't that Xiaoqi's probability was wrong, but rather that a dazzling European had infiltrated their ranks!
The Tripitaka Master is on a cheat code!
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