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"Are you here again?"

"Good morning, deputy group!"

"Good morning deputy regiment."

"The deputy regiment must also cheer today!"

"I made a new broom for you, deputy regiment. It is particularly suitable to sweep the fallen leaves tied with branches. What kind of artistic conception do you do?"

The man handed Mo Ye a pure wooden broom and turned and ran.

Passersby on both sides of the street, shop owners, patrolling guards, etc. greeted each other enthusiastically.

Mo Ye held the broom in his hand and had an urge to fly away.

This was Moye's fifth day of cleaning in the Mo's private house. Suddenly I missed the passers-by on the first day who only dared to look at the distance and did not dare to approach him.

Mo Ye glanced at the large box specially placed outside the courtyard wall. This shameless behavior is of course a masterpiece of 11, not to be disappointed by everyone's admiration and love.

There are so many souvenirs, and there are all kinds of strange things made by myself. In addition, they are mostly fluffy cute dolls. I didn't expect that there are even people who send brooms today.

The spiritual power fluctuations of the passers-by in the surrounding area appeared a slight ups and downs at the moment of seeing the broom.

Everyone was very annoyed.

"It's so stupid, why didn't I think of sending a broomstick? I engraved my name and was swept by the vice regiment in my hand every day. I was so happy to think about it!"

A passer-by did not realize that he was talking about it.

Mo Ye touched his ears and continued to sweep the floor, pretending that the bustling night market on the street at 5:30 in the morning was normal, and it was not the first time anyway.

I'm almost a tourist attraction here.

Sitting in front of the stone table in the yard was a group of sleepy people waiting for breakfast.

Yan An straightened the direction of Xiao Bai's head.

Xiaobai was annoyed. Why didn't he think of sending a broom to his sister?

"Did you want to send her a broom?"

The said Xiaobai straightened his back. "Isn't it possible? I will do better with my own hands. My sister likes it better."

"Then you can wait until she comes back next time."

"Let's go again?" Xiao Bai grunted, but was already prepared.

In this situation, Mo Ye could not hide from Burgess without going out.

The rest time is not shorter than it used to be. Mo Ye also took two days to take him and Claire to the cemetery, okay, so the total time spent in the cemetery is far more than five God, it still feels not enough.

The younger sister who walked too fast and couldn't keep up with her footsteps rejoiced that there was a little sadness, "Ah!"

"Don't sigh at a young age, boy!"

Luo Yuning slapped it in the face, and Xiao Bai's sullen face immediately turned red, and the seeds almost stuck in his throat.

"Xiaobai, your defense is good, it's better than Xiaobai's face."

Eleven, who was carrying the gift box outside the courtyard wall, sneezed and almost threw out the things in his hand. Why did he feel that someone was saying bad things about him.

When Mo Jingqiu came out of the kitchen, all the tables were seated in a row, and his hands were turned to look at Mo Jingqiu with his chopsticks behind him.

"Aunt Mo, what will you eat this morning?"

"The most missed day when I was performing tasks outside was Aunt Mo. I couldn't see one day after another. I really felt like missing more than 10,000 years!"

"After trying Aunt Mo's craftsmanship and eating any food in the world, it will be tasteless."

"It must be due to love."

"me too."

"..."

Rows of rows sat sideways, tilting their heads, looking away from the food without delaying them, and changing their rainbow farts one after another. Mo Jingqiu was angry and laughing, raising his hands to greet the robot butler for serving.

Then there will be a fierce battle for the position of you to fight against the position until all the meals are placed.

Just as everyone was about to start eating, a figure suddenly appeared at the top of the team and immediately got the best position.

"Mo Mo, you're fooling again!"

"I thought it was the ability to grab the position?"

You rely on your ability to grab a position, but you are cheating.

The breakfast started in the midst of trouble, and the sleepiness of the misty sleep was completely cleared, and the people who ate and drank in the courtyard sighed.

"So comfortable."

"I want to sleep back."

"Why do you feel so sleepy after eating?"

After sighing, what should everyone do when they get up, and exercise every day.

The only thing on the table that continues is Nansen. After trying Mo Jingqiu's craftsmanship, she eats any food and tastes like chewing wax. Even her plan to go out to see the world has given way.

There is such a high starting point for enjoying food for the first time in life. Mo Ye felt that Nansen would probably find it difficult to meet satisfactory food in the future.

From leaving Kabyxing, traveling all the way back to Burgess these days, taking his own apprentice and Xiaobai to the cemetery for training, sweeping the streets and courtyards, and the mental strength from tension to relaxation.

Mo Ye had some different perceptions. Even if the magic practice does not pay attention to sudden epiphany, the comprehension of the law of origin still depends on comprehension and opportunity.

Daily accumulation continues to happen when an opportunity arises.

After eating, lying on the rocking chair and looking at the sky lazily, listening to the beeping vegetables in the kitchen, the core of the mental power slowly turned almost solid, and the magic spring rippled.

Mo Ye helped in the private house until the end of the lunch market, and Yan An heard the message "Come and see Mo Mo, there is something wrong with the omelet."

What can happen to the Egg Cake for half a month?

Mo Ye sat up, "Mom, I'm going to the military factory." The voice just fell into the yard, and only one rocking chair was still shaking. The person was gone.

Also missing with Mo Ye are the shortcakes that have just been baked in the kitchen oven and haven't had time to be removed.

Mo Ye teleported directly to the back mountain of the military factory. The Egg Cake had been stopped here to upgrade during this time.

Walking into the omelet, I saw Han Yue and Nansen confronting each other.

I don't know if it's the two quarreling or the two quarreling brains.

Yan An looked very big on the side, and two uniformed engineers seemed to be arguing.

"What's going on?" Mo Ye really didn't know why Hanyue and Nansen would quarrel.

Mo Ye looked at Nansen. "Why are you here?" After breakfast, didn't you go out and walk to the military factory?

Nansen pointed to Yan An.

"I brought him."

Yan An simplified the professional issues as much as possible, "The quiche upgrade is changing, and there are still some problems with the integration of the power core. I think maybe I can brainstorm."

I see, Mo Ye does not know how the brainstorming effect works, but it seems that Hanyue and Nansen disagree.

It was useless when Mo Ye came, and Hanyue and Nansen said that even Xiaoqi had difficulty inserting words, not to mention her.

Mo Ye glanced at Yan An, and the goods must have been intentional. He didn't worry that Nansen deliberately let Nansen come here to be inspected for half a month.

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