Ling Yan stared at the boy in front of him. His face was covered with dirt and grass roots when he was crushed on the ground by Mei, so his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen.
Mu Yuan sighed, walked over and rubbed his sleeve on the boy's face. The boy did not dodge or evade, and let him wipe.
When the dirt on his face fell off, Ling Yan saw his appearance clearly and felt that he was indeed familiar.
[Is that right? You think so too? I think he looks familiar but I can't remember where I've seen him.]
Ling Yan asked the boy again:
"Where is your master? Do you know where he went?"
"Yaocheng."
Mu Yuan:?
"What did he do in Yaocheng?"
"Play."
Mu Yuan:? ?
"Play what?"
The boy's gray eyes moved, raised his hand and shook it, saying a few onomatopeia:
"Hua La La, Hua La La."
Mu Yuan:? ? ?
Ling Yan twisted his fingers, then chuckled:
[I know where I've seen him.]
[Where? ]
[Fish Eye Projector. ]
