One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

In the private room, everyone exchanged greetings for a while.

Even Qinglong, who had never been used to He Yan, took the initiative to say hello, but he had no choice but now he finally understood He Yan's strength and had to give in.

Zhang Wenjiang is wearing high street style clothes today, a pair of A cones, and carrying an exaggerated punk style bag.

Although he looks a little wretched, he has a very friendly and cheerful personality. Due to his style, he looks younger than his two brothers, but he is also younger than them.

Seeing He Yan, Zhang Wenjiang was still very excited. Not only has he recovered from his illness, but he has also recovered from his underlying illnesses.

He took out a few lollipops from his bag and handed them to He Yan: "Benefactor, eat candy."

"Well, sensible." He Yan nodded in relief.

The dishes on the table were basically ordered by He Yan. Zhang Wentao poured the red wine into the glass, raised it up and said: "He Yan saved the third brother, and he is the savior of our three brothers. He Yan will be in trouble in the future. It is my three brothers." In trouble, this first cup, we three brothers respect He Yan, thank He Yan for helping us."

After finishing speaking, the three brothers made a toast to He Yan, and then drank it all in one gulp.

He Yan picked up the red wine glass, returned the same salute, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, it's Bendiga's duty to protect Muggles."

After finishing speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, clicked his tongue, and shouted, "Hao Nianda."

That's right, why bother to treat wine with Mirinda, after all he doesn't know how to drink.

Everyone was talking and laughing while eating, and the atmosphere on the scene was very happy for a while.

Er Qiu took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and suddenly he laughed, what the hell, it's not as delicious as fresh orange.

After dinner, Zhang Wentao's three brothers and Liu Yishou played mahjong.

And Qinglong was sitting on the sofa in the box, playing games.

The king's voice kept coming, and He Yan walked over curiously to have a look.

Qinglong originally wanted to avoid it, but he was afraid that He Yan would think that he would show his face, so he bit the bullet and finished the game.

Fortunately, he won this round, otherwise he would be ashamed.

He Yan also took out his mobile phone, sat on the sofa opposite Qinglong and played King.

Damn it, I didn't want to be a licking dog and invited him to a one-on-one match again.

He Yan readily agreed, there was no other way, he just had the courage to challenge himself.

After playing three rounds, He Yan is 6/10, and I don't do dog licking 7/11.

The two still couldn't decide the winner, so He Yan sent a cheap message to mock the other party as a man-machine.

I'm not licking the dog angry anymore.

I am not a licking dog: you are also a personal machine, and you are not much better than me.

I am reborn as Tiga: You are a human machine, you die one more time than me.

I'm not a licking dog: you fart, I have your head alone.

The reborn I am Dijia: Li Bai is about to sail in a boat, can he do it without being a cow or a horse?
I'm not a licking dog: you have the ability to open the microphone.

The reborn I am Dijia: open it, open it, whoever is afraid of whom.

After turning on the mic, I didn't lick the dog and cursed: "Cao Nima, I'll do it."

"I'm Cao Nima too, so I do it too." He Yan responded loudly.

Qinglong's voice came from He Yan's cell phone, and He Yan's voice came from Qinglong's cell phone.

The two people sitting facing each other were dumbfounded. They raised their heads and looked at each other.

"You mean I'm not a dog licker?" He Yan stood up.

"You are the reborn I am Dijia?" Qinglong stood up.

After confirming the eyes, both of them are big food dogs.

"Cookie!" The two yelled at the same time, and then they collided like two bulls, beating you to the death.

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"You bastard, so it's you, I'll beat you to death today." He Yan was furious, punching and kicking Qinglong.

Not to be outdone, Qinglong said, "I'm a badass, aren't you a badass, come on, fight."

The two fought hard.

Zhang Wenwu and others hurriedly came to persuade them to fight.

After finally pulling the two people with blue nose and swollen eyes apart, everyone figured out the ins and outs.

Zhang Wenjiang laughed: "This is fate, if we can be matched together, we will not know each other."

"Hmph." The two parties turned their heads and snorted coldly.

It was getting dark, and the group parted ways.

On the way home, He Yan became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and the cabbage that he dreamed of eating every day turned out to be Qinglong.

Damn, I was speechless.

"He Yan, don't be angry, at least he has played so many rounds with you." Liu Yishou persuaded.

"What you said makes sense," He Yan nodded. From this point of view, Qinglong had indeed played many rounds with him.

Thinking of this, He Yan regained his balance, and secretly vowed to beat Zhu Bajie so well that he could abuse Qinglong when the time came.

The car arrived at the entrance of the hotel when the night fell completely.

Back in the hotel, He Yan sat down on the sofa again, took out his phone and turned on timi.

As soon as he went online, he received a message from Qinglong.

I am not a licking dog: Come and fight, I will never die, I can't beat you in reality, I will beat you in the game, and let you surrender at my feet.

The reborn I am not Tiga: come, fight, who is afraid of whom.

In this way, the two played several games again.

Until Tao Yao prepared a clean nightgown for He Yan to take a bath, and the big bathtub was filled with water.

"He Yan, go take a shower and go to bed." Tao Yao came to the living room and called out.

Chen Twelve and Liu Yishou went to lie down early, as did Erqiu. At this time, he was sleeping on the bay window, resting his chin on one paw, silently looking at the moon outside the window.

It is thinking, which beast can be richer than it?It lives in a mansion, has thousands of deposits, and has fans sending gifts.

Last time Liu Yishou also mentioned that there was some kind of ghost control camp, and he would also register one at that time to earn some money to subsidize his family.

After Tao Yao called He Yan to take a bath, she returned to her suite.

He Yan put down his phone and went to bed comfortably after taking a shower.

The three of them squeezed together, feeling extra safe.

He Yan yawned and fell asleep after a while.

"If I had a robot cat, I'd call him Tinkerbell."

"If I had a robot cat, I'd call him Tinkerbell."

He Yan didn't know how long he had slept, but He Yan was woken up by the sound of the doorbell. He got up and walked to the door.

Looking through the cat's eyes, there is nothing.

"If I had a Doraemon, I'd call him Tinker Bell." The doorbell rang again.

He Yan looked at his phone, it was past three in the morning

The sound of the doorbell seemed extraordinarily empty, as if it was reverberating round and round.

He Yan frowned, and looked out of the cat's eyes again, but this time, there was still nothing.

"If I had a robot cat, I'd call him Tinkerbell."

The doorbell rang again.

He Yan opened the door abruptly, but the door was empty and there was nothing
However, the doorbell kept ringing, ringing over and over again.

If it was an ordinary person, he must know that this is a supernatural event, and he closed the door and hid in the house in fright.

But He Yan was different, with his hands on his hips, staring at the end of the corridor.

The doorbell rang again and again, and He Yan unconsciously sang along.

He hummed and looked towards the door.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, you'll be shocked when you see it.

"What the hell, where's Lao Tzu's doorbell?" He Yan exclaimed and scolded wickedness, very heartbroken.

Because of the Ultraman-shaped doorbell button he taped on the door
No, see you!