I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Chapter 247 Dumbo is Coming

Having money can make ghosts turn millstones, and having money can also make cats and cats draw pens.

Wan'an was very active. After the monkeys walked away, several sheep climbed onto the stage. Listening to their bleating, they quickly picked up their pens and wrote.

"Do you want to hear what the lamb is saying?" Wan An put the notebook on Xie Juichao's lap, and raised his claws to push it.

Xie Juichao looked at the words on the notebook and nodded: "Please translate it for me, please."

"Okay." After receiving the reply, Wan An nodded repeatedly, picked up a pen and began to write.

Sheep A: The group leader said, after tonight's performance, let me have a barbecue with green grass. (20 characters, 2 gold coins for sincerity)

Sheep B: I want to eat roast wolf meat. (10 characters, 1 gold coin for sincerity)

Sheep A: Forget about wolf meat. I’m not interested. I’d rather eat mutton hot pot. (20 characters, 2 gold coins for sincerity)

"Return the mutton hot pot, this is not a sheep, this is a wolf." Wan An pushed the notebook and motioned Xie Juichao to read it quickly.

Staring at the obviously forced tone words and notes on the notebook, Xie Yuchao fell silent.

Silently raising his hand, he took out five gold coins and put them on the Wan'an notebook, saying in a complicated tone, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Wan'an raised his paw to touch the gold coin, and wrote again to ask Xie Juichao to keep it for him temporarily.

Xie Juichao took out the gold coin to Wan An from the pocket of the windbreaker on the right, and put it in the left pocket after listening to Wan An's words.

[Left pocket goes in and right pocket goes out, you two are free too]

Before the performance started, Wan'an earned a hundred gold coins angrily by translating some nonsense with Xie Juichao.

When the performance time is up, the lights in the auditorium are turned off one by one, and only the stage is lit.

All eyes were focused on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening everyone—" A loud male voice came from above the vertically lit white light on the stage.

"Welcome to Fairy Tale Town..."

Hearing this, Wan An excitedly stood up from Xie Juichao's lap.

"Welcome to Fairy Tale Town Circus, everyone."

The system didn't broadcast, Wan An sullenly, and silently lay back on Xie Juichao's lap.

It's boring, the system doesn't respond, it's obvious that this is not the real Fairy Tale Town.

Lying on his stomach helplessly like this, Wan An looked towards the stage, wondering who the owner of the voice was.

Under the stage lights, a giant shadow flapped its wings and enveloped the entire auditorium.

When the children saw the outline of the shadow, they shouted excitedly, "It's Dumbo, here comes Dumbo."

"Little Flying Elephant?" Wan An excitedly stood up again, looking towards the stage with his feet on his feet.

"Moo-"

A elephant chant resounded through the sky, accompanied by the whistling wind.

Soon a baby elephant flapped its ears and flew down from above the stage.

"The one here is our good friend, do you know who it is?" the loud male voice asked.

"Dumbo, Dumbo, it's Dumbo." There was a child at the next table in Wan'an.

Seeing Dumbo, he excitedly climbed onto the table, waving his arms and shouting.

"Moo-"

Dumbo heard the child's cry, raised his nose and roared, as if responding.

"Yes, this is Dumbo. Dumbo has prepared a show for our good friends. Do you want to watch it?" The loud male voice said.

"Want to see—"

"I really want to see Dumbo's performance—"

This time, not only the children at the next table in Wan'an, but the entire circus auditorium responded at the top of their voices, making Wan'an's head buzzing.

I raised my paw to cover it, but couldn't.

When she was angry, a pair of warm hands covered her pointed ears.

Xie Juichao gently covered Wan'an's ears with both hands, and asked with concern, "Will this make you feel better?"

"Your performance is very good, I will give you two gold coins." Wan An nodded in satisfaction.

She was protected by her hand, although she could still hear the excited roar of the audience, at least it was no longer ear-piercing, which made her brains almost muddy.

Xie Juichao's hands were not firmly attached to Wan'an's ears, but were covered in emptiness, leaving a very small gap between the palms of his hands and his ears.

When Wan An nodded, the fluff on the pointed cat's ears lightly brushed Xie Juan's palms to itch.

　The speed of life and death, correct the typo later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)