Chapter 1203 The Idiot of the Demon Cult Leader 29
Hearing Gu Ruojiao's silly words, the scholar couldn't help but tilt his head and look at Gu Ruojiao.
But the next second, the wide sleeves were in front of her, blocking the scholar's sight.
Yun Wuyin: "I don't think so."
The scholar didn't react.
Then he saw Yun Wuyin looking at a person standing at the edge with a black cloth tied around his waist.
The man was thin and average-looking, the kind of person who would be unrecognizable if he was thrown into a crowd.
Because it looked extremely ordinary and nothing special, the scholar completely listened to Yun Wuyin's words.
However, not long after, the crowd burst into cheers again.
It was seen that Baiyu Mansion, which was originally far ahead, was caught up from behind.
And the one who grabbed the puzzle first and gave it to the people below to solve it was the person Yun Wuyin looked at at the beginning.
Seeing this, other people tried to stop him one after another. Two disciples from another family who were not far away from him even reached a tacit agreement to work together to squeeze him out.
The people below all gasped when they saw it, and they all became nervous for the thin man.
But I saw him hanging on the bamboo frame with one arm, and he used his toes to avoid the one on the left.
Then he took the opportunity to step on the bamboo and jump up, avoiding the disciple on the right.
All this happened in just a few blinks. The other two people didn't even react before they collided with each other and almost lost their grip and fell down.
The people below were all stunned.
After a while, everyone couldn't help but burst into cheers.
"Good! Wonderful!"
"Wuwei is so helpful, this year's disciples are so awesome!"
"It seems that this year's lottery will be won by someone else."
"The Baiyu Mansion has been winning for three years. It's time for others to win the lottery too. What's the fun in their family?"
The common people were talking to each other, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively.
The scholar looked at Yun Wuyin very curiously: "How did the young master find out?"
Yun Wuyin raised his chin coldly and ignored him.
The little idiot was also very curious: "Ayin, you are so powerful, but how did you see it?"
"Because he practices a kind of exercise called Hong Fei Cui Fu Qing. The characteristic of this exercise is the habit of holding one's breath and raising one's breath."
Everyone's breathing is rough and weak, and most people who have not practiced breathing have about the same breathing rate.
The breathing of martial arts practitioners will be slower and lighter than that of ordinary people.
But that was not the case for the thin man. His breathing was almost nonexistent.
He stands out in crowded places, which is why Yun Wuyin noticed him.
Although he didn't mean to show off, since the little idiot asked, he would reluctantly answer it.
The little fool didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from reacting in amazement to save face.
"Ayin, you are so awesome."
Yun Wuyin was very disappointed, and could not hide the joy between his brows and eyes.
The scholar finally realized it belatedly: "It turns out that you two... I'm rude."
But he still looked at Gu Ruojiao's girlish bun with confusion.
Yun Wuyin snorted.
I wonder if this scholar is blind because he can’t tell that they are husband and wife!
He was very unhappy, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.
It's also my fault that this little fool could do anything to look so good for nothing.
Thinking of this, he pinched the little fool's cheek and lifted it up to look at it.
The little idiot didn't know why, so he just let him look at it.
The crowd was excited, but at this moment, it seemed as if everything had disappeared in his eyes.
Yun Wuyin didn't see anything on her face, but he heard his heart 'thump, thump', beating hard and uncontrollably again and again.
He let go of her face in panic, but her warmth still remained on his fingertips.
He couldn't help but twitch his fingertips, as if he could still feel the soft touch of her cheek.
