Mu Yunbai nodded.
It was just a smell.
What a big deal it could be, and this guy was so cautious about it.
After receiving Mu Yunbai's approval, the purple-haired boy seemed very excited.
He eagerly stood in front of the plate of steak, positioned himself, and started sniffing.
Tang Xiaoman looked at the person and the ghost in front of him.
He didn't know what they were going to do, so he put his hand on his chin and watched quietly.
But to his pain, Yang Lin, a mortal with naked eyes, only saw Mu Yunbai alone.
Playing a clarinet in front of the plate of steak that was almost cold.
Full of doubts, he took out the compass necklace that Mu Yunbai gave him, but saw that the compass was motionless, which only deepened his curiosity.
Is there no ghost in this house?
What is Mu Yunbai doing?
He secretly approached Tang Xiaoman, showed her the compass needle, and whispered: "Help me see if this compass is broken.
I'm sure there are people in this room that I can't see."
Tang Xiaoman looked at the compass needle, and sure enough, the needle was not pointing in the direction of the purple-haired boy.
"It might be really bad."
Tang Xiaoman nodded, but before he finished speaking, the pointer started shaking violently, pointing in the opposite direction of the young man.
Tang Xiaoman looked along the pointer and wondered when Lin Yatou would appear in that direction.
She also looked at the purple-haired boy with curiosity and asked Tang Xiaoman: "Where did this weirdo come from?"
Tang Xiaoman realized: It seems that the compass needle is not broken, but that the compass needle cannot sense the purple-haired boy.
It seems like this guy is really a weirdo.
Magical tools such as compasses can't detect him, and he can touch physical objects in the real world.
More importantly, he can still "live" in it without any harm from his ghostly bell.
Just when Tang Xiaoman was still lamenting that this guy was a monster, he saw white mist steaming up from the already cold steak.
Then, as if it was a special effect, all the white mist was covered by the purple-haired man.
The boy sucked it into his stomach.
Tang Xiaoman quickly poked Yang Lin beside him and whispered: "Did you see it?
Did you see it?"
"What are you looking at?"
Yang Lin looked uninterested, "I didn't see anything except Brother Mu standing there in a daze."
Okay Tang Xiaoman turned to look at Mu Yunbai again.
Although his face was expressionless at this time, Tang Xiaoman also found surprise in his eyes.
"Okay, I've finished eating."
After the purple-haired boy finished smoking the white cigarette, he stepped away with a satisfied look on his face.
Mu Yunbai looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked, "That's fine."
Seeing the boy's obedient nod, Mu Yunbai suspiciously picked up the knife and fork and chopped the steak carefully.
Then he put the cut steak into his mouth and chewed it, his face changed slightly.
Is this really the steak I just cooked?
Why does it taste the same as Jue Wax?
He couldn't believe it and put another piece into his mouth, but it still tasted the same.
He glared sideways at the purple-haired boy standing next to him, and then sent the plate of steak into the light wave oven to heat it up, but even so, the steaming plate of steak did not emit any aroma at all.
Mu Yunbai put down the fork in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said to the purple-haired boy: "Every food you eat will turn out like this."
The purple-haired boy nodded: "Probably, I'm not sure.
Generally, the food I've eaten doesn't seem to be very popular among people, so I just confirmed it with you again and again before."
Mu Yunbai closed his eyes in resignation, thinking that he might have to prepare another meal for this guy in the future
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