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Unlike in the illusion, this is Ye Fan's normal hair length, without mopping the floor.
Ye Fan immediately retreated tactically in the opposite direction to He Lianjing.
He was carrying out strict expression management, and he didn't write surprise and bewilderment on his face.
But in the eyes, there is an undisguised alertness.
At this time, Ye Fan's psychological activities were extremely complicated.
Originally, he was only angry and distressed because of the rage and pain caused by the persecution of the little brother and the black glasses by this illusion.
But now, he is really curious, what exactly did these two brothers see in the illusion, why are both of them so interested in their hair?
In whose illusion did I become Zhang Bald?
In his previous life, even if he had curled himself to death because of the postgraduate entrance examination, there was no one who curled himself bald!
The hairline is his bottom line!
Why does this feeling now have a strong sense of déjà vu that Zhang Bald is my own?
On the opposite side, He Lianjing showed a gratified smile from the bottom of his heart.
He pretended that he didn't see the guard in Ye Fan's eyes, and asked Ye Fan with a smile:
"Little Ye Zi, has anyone praised your neck for being beautiful?"
Immediately, a system prompt sounded in Ye Fan's mind.
[Ding——Praised for having a good-looking neck, restoring the evil character of stealing pens, the degree of restoration is +5%, praised by black glasses, completely re-enacted, the degree of restoration is +5%. 】
[Currently, the character card restoration of Pirate Pen Evil is +10%, and the restoration rate is 65%.The corresponding points have been multiplied by 65% and placed on the host. 】
Ye Fan felt a faint headache when he heard the corresponding points of Daobixie.
Originally thought it was an innocuous bonus to stamina and so on.
I didn't expect it to be a point bonus for the more prominent characteristic of naivety that opening the coffin will lift the corpse.
On the other hand, the system continued to report.
[Congratulations to the host, get the system reward. 】
[Ding—the ability to materialize, to be able to produce something that seems reasonable out of thin air, as long as the host thinks it is within a reasonable range. 】
Seeing that Daobixie's reduction rate had reached 65%, Ye Fan simply gave up struggling.
But then, the system continued to report.
[Ding—complex fate, restore the role of Wudang prince, the restoration degree is +5%, the current restoration degree is 40%, and the corresponding points have been multiplied by 40% and put on the host. 】
[Congratulations to the host, get the system reward. 】
[Ding—the art of imperial object, the host can remotely control the object, and the complexity of the controlled object and the control distance are conserved. 】
Hearing Wang Ye's restoration again, Ye Fan was moved for a moment.
He quickly withdrew from his subconscious, and responded to He Lianjing's words:
"Thank you."
In order to prevent Ye Fan from saying something else after the thank you, He Lianjing interrupted him in time.
"and many more."
Just at this time, he also suddenly remembered something, and reached back to take his backpack:
"I remember I threw it in there."
Chapter 288 Ye Fan: I really know how to prevent hair loss
Ye Fan looked curiously at the way He Lianjing flipped through his backpack.
He looked like he really seemed to have some particularly valuable items in his backpack.
However, He Lianjing rummaged through the inside of the backpack twice, but there was no such heavy golden toad.
Can not help but a little disappointed.
Although I really value the saying that the golden toad attracts wealth and treasure, it is rare to meet my own thing after all.
He is not a hard-hearted man, and it is absolutely impossible to say that he has no feelings at all.
Could it really be that the golden toad of the simple map can be sold for more than 20 yuan even if it breaks the feudal superstition and cannot attract wealth?
On one side, Ye Fan looked at He Lianjing and sighed at his own backpack, and said:
"Black glasses, what did you lose?"
He Lianjing re-zipped the zipper of the backpack, threw the backpack on his back again, and said:
"Little Yezi, this time, I might really go to your house for dinner."
Hearing He Lianjing's serious tone, Ye Fan also nodded.
Well, he really wanted to notify his father in advance, and quickly put away those things that looked more valuable.
On one side, Zhang Qiling, who had already stood up one step ahead of them, stretched out his hand to Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, get up."
Ye Fan reached out and grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand, and stood up with his strength.
Afterwards, both of them looked at He Lianjing who was still sitting on the ground.
He Lianjing bent his legs and rested his arms on his knees.
Clearly, there was absolutely no sign of standing up.
At this time, the members of the archaeological team, who were standing around and watching, whose eyes had been wandering for a long time, glimpsed such a scene from the corner of their eyes.
I had no choice but to get an electric shock again and put my gaze elsewhere.
And I prayed in my heart, hoping that these three gods would never quarrel in the future.
After all, casualties will definitely not appear on them.
At the same time, although the members of the archaeological team were holding back their laughter very hard, the audience in the live broadcast room could type the word "Ha" wantonly across the screen.
"Damn it, can I watch this without paying? You have to kill each person once, right?"
"Laughing, Patriarch Xiaoye is really as flexible as that cat possessed."
"Patriarch Xiaoye, a magical cat who is not afraid of fierce corpses, monsters, or traps, but will retreat tactically when he is killed by touching his head."
"Oh? Does it mean that you don't have to chase after your wife's crematorium if you kill her by touching her head? Chase me up."
"If you don't understand, just ask, is it really pure brotherhood to praise others for their beautiful necks? Although I also noticed that Patriarch Xiaoye's flexible neck is really beautiful."
"I can't answer your question, because Zhang Fei will definitely not praise Liu Bei's beautiful neck."
"Master Hei, will you or will you? You really turned a family of two into archeology 101 by yourself!"
"Brother Qiling, you are also a famous old man with double standards."
"Laughing, little brother Qiling really has no intention of dragging Master Hei up."
"We're just asking if there's a possibility that little brother Qiling is dragging the patriarch Xiaoye up now just to put distance between Heye."
"Hei Ye: I fell down, and I can't get up without Xiao Ye Zi's hug."
"Have you acted so blatantly now?"
"I don't want to knock, it's Liang who is chasing me."
"Am I knocking? Am I not the dog that was dragged in by the rope and kicked by the rope?"
Ye Fan and Zhang Qiling stood side by side, watching He Lianjing for a while.
Seeing that He Lianjing really didn't intend to get up by himself, Ye Fan held out his hand:
"Black glasses, the ground is cold."
I saw that the smile on He Lianjing's face became much clearer to the naked eye.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed Ye Fan's hand, and stood up from the ground.
"Your hand is hot."
Ye Fan let go of He Lianjing's hand, and secretly squeezed his palm.
There was indeed some sweat in his palms, but it was the cold sweat that was frightened by Zhang Qiling and He Lianjing who were checking his hair just now.
Not too hot.
Before Ye Fan could think any further, Zhang Qiling turned around first, and looked at the orange fire in the lit bronze lantern.
"Ye Fan, what is this?"
Immediately, Ye Fan's attention was also shifted to this kind of business.
On the one hand, the necks and corners of the mouths of the members of the archaeological team were finally liberated.
Their attention was also placed on the bronze lantern in the hand of the bronze slave statue.
The members of the archaeological team followed Zhang Qiling and Ye Fan to the bronze slave statue.
Everyone looked at the candles curiously.
Liu Bowen already knew through the barrage that these must be done by his elder brother, so he asked:
"Brother, why did we have illusions before?"
"And I feel that the smell in the tomb is different from the smell just now."
Ye Fan said:
"The fragrance just now is called Hanging Rope Fragrance."
"It's the excrement of the bronze candleworms left in the bronze lantern."
"When the bronze candle worm leaves, it will automatically burn. Through this way of marking, the bronze candle worm will be summoned to return to its nest."
"But the hanging rope incense has a hallucinogenic effect, so this is also a means used by the bronze candleworm to protect its nest."
Listening to Ye Fan's plain explanation, the members of the archaeological team showed a very unclear expression.
The bronze candle worm was something they had never heard of before, and the hanging rope incense was their blind spot in knowledge.
And Ye Fan explained so clearly and detailed now, it can only be said that he is the patriarch of the family who has followed the line of Tulong for thousands of years.
Those who can use the sound of bronze bells as rattles since they were young must have seen many big scenes.
Liu Bowen took another breath, smelling the refreshing fragrance that entered his lungs, he immediately felt refreshed.
Even a little addictive.
He said intoxicatedly:
"Brother, what does this taste like now?"
"Is it your family treasure?"
"Will you be able to fly after hearing more?"
Ye Fan glanced complicatedly at himself, the whimsical and upright little brother who took the second grade for granted, and said:
"rosemary."
"A useful Chinese herbal medicine."
"Rejuvenate the mind, treat headaches, enhance concentration, treat rheumatism, strengthen liver function, lower blood sugar, and help cure arteriosclerosis."
Afterwards, Ye Fan calmly glanced at He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling who had checked his hair just now, and added emphatically:
"At the same time, it promotes blood circulation and stimulates hair regeneration, which can effectively prevent hair loss."
I know how to prevent hair loss.
So don't worry about becoming bald next time!
On one side, Liu Bowen nodded in a daze:
"Brother, are you really a history major?"