Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 261: New Year, Strange Sister, Scarce Refiner
Even though the technique was still a work in progress, Yan Huan was quite satisfied that he had transformed a human into a half-beast on the first try.

Nearly half an hour later, the female ninja hanging on the giant tree died. The cause of death was difficulty breathing and problems with the functioning of her body's systems.

“The road ahead is long and requires more trials and tribulations.”

Yan Huan walked out of the house and looked up at the flickering night sky. The Yan family had called several times, urging him to go home. The call list on his phone was all red, which looked festive.

It's time to go back.

"Five ghosts!"

Having nothing to do, Yan Huan was not in a hurry, so he simply did not use the fire escape technique and mobilized the five ghosts out of the shadows.

Later, the five ghosts followed the shadows they had created and shuttled through the bustling night as fireworks bloomed.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and festivity, and the constant roar of firecrackers was heard in the ears. Compared with the previous life, the New Year atmosphere at this time was even stronger.

The streets are decorated with lights and red lanterns hung high. Fireworks continue to bloom in the night sky, like countless stars gathering together and then disappearing in a flash.

A festive and peaceful scene.

Not long after, Yan Huan rushed back to the Yan family mansion.

From a distance, the whole mansion was carefully decorated, with big red lanterns hanging at the gate. The bright lights cast a warm glow all around. The vermilion lintel was covered with glittering golden characters for "Fu" and couplets, and the stone lions in front of the door were tied with red ribbons, expressing a festive mood.

On the ground were scraps of firecrackers that had just been set off. Large pieces of red paper were swept into a pile, emitting wisps of black smoke and a not-too-pungent smell of gunpowder.

Entering the gate of the mansion, there were six banquet tables set up in the spacious courtyard. Each table was covered with red silk tablecloths and filled with delicious New Year's dishes and fine wine.

Those sitting at the table were all the old patriarch's disciples, talking and laughing happily.

Yan Huan was puzzled. The Yan family was no longer the type that adopted homeless children to learn skills. Most of these apprentices had happy families. Why didn't they go home for the New Year?

However, the moment he stepped into the house, the originally bustling yard suddenly became quiet, and the noisy laughter disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the air seemed to freeze.

Once again, a brilliant firework exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire yard.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Brother Huan is back!"

This sound seemed to ignite the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time, and the scene instantly boiled like boiling water.

Everyone left their seats and rushed towards Yan Huan. Warm applause and shouts rang out, and it seemed that the whole house was shaking.

On weekdays they were busy with cultivation and Yan Huan was not at home, so they had few opportunities to meet. This time they were lucky enough to meet.

"Brother Huan, I heard that you defeated Ding Shiman, is it true or false?"

"Brother Yan, I heard that you even hung the evil young man of the Wang family on a tree. Aren't you afraid of their revenge?"

"Brother Huan, can we take a photo together?"

The boys and girls in the crowd were extremely excited, as if they had seen an idol. They surrounded Yan Huan and asked questions. The scene was so noisy that even the firecrackers that had just been set off were inferior to it.

Yan Huan felt a little helpless, but still kept a calm smile on his face, and congratulated him with a cupped hand:

"Happy New Year, everyone."

"Happy New Year, Brother Huan~" the crowd shouted in unison.

"Cough cough cough!" A heavy cough came from behind the crowd, instantly breaking the noise of the crowd.

Everyone turned around involuntarily and saw Old Master Yan Youlong, wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, walking slowly out of the main hall.

"You bunch of bastards, you can't be driven away even during the New Year, and you're waiting here for my grandson!" The old man's voice was somewhat teasing, and although his tone was blaming, his expression could not hide his pride.

"Go away, go back and sit down to eat. The food will get cold soon." Yan Youlong waved his hand, his tone full of unquestionable command.

After hearing this, all the disciples dispersed with laughter and returned to their seats, glancing sideways at the door from time to time.

"I usually don't see you guys being so enthusiastic when I ask you to practice," the old man continued, "My skills are almost lost, but you guys are so enthusiastic about this kind of thing."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yan Youlong coughed a few more times pretending to be serious, and the white beard at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Let's go, Xiao Huan, come in and sit down quickly. We're waiting for you." Old Master Yan looked at Yan Huan and waved repeatedly.

Yan Fei quietly came over, leaned on Yan Huan's shoulder, and smiled softly: "I stood guard in front of the fire you left for half an hour, but you walked in from the main door." "Come in quickly, the dumplings have just come out of the pot."

"Xiaoyu and Xiaoyue have both returned home. Even your fourth aunt has lived abroad for a long time, so it's rare for her to come back for the New Year."

Yan Fei frowned and murmured, "Really? This guy Lao Si really wants to distance himself from the country. What's there to stay in this place where even guns are not banned..."

In the side room of the main hall, Yan Yu held Yan Yue's fair and soft face with both hands and was giving her ideological guidance.

"Calm down, it's true that he is our brother, but just because he is our brother, you can't do anything out of line."

"I guess Uncle Jiang Li has been lying to you for this reason."

Yan Yue's long hair fluttered in the wind, she was breathing heavily, and her chest was heaving violently.

"Don't say any more, I know everything, I understand everything!"

"Is Brother Huan back? Is Brother Huan back?!" Yan Yue grabbed Yan Yu's arm and shook it back and forth, almost shaking her brain.

"Coming, coming!" Yan Yue rushed out from behind the curtain.

Yan Huan had just stepped into the main hall and hadn't sat down yet when he suddenly felt a pair of intense gazes staring at him.

He frowned slightly and looked in the direction he was looking, only to see a long-haired woman in a light pink skirt standing in front of the curtain with surprisingly bright eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Yan Huan, as if all the noise around him had disappeared without a trace, and he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

Although it was the first time they met, Yan Yue's behavior did not show any sense of strangeness at all. Instead, it exuded an extremely intimate feeling.

Her eyes were burning, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, her cheeks were flushed unnaturally, and she walked towards Yan Huan quickly, "Brother~"

The voice was soft, with a lingering ending, and revealed a kind of deliberately suppressed fanaticism.

Yan Yu, who was following closely behind, felt his scalp tingling when he heard this voice. Yan Jiangli, who was at the banquet, had a frown on his face and silently covered his face with his hands.

"It's Brother, it's Brother Huan~"

"Has~Has~" Yan Yue walked to Yan Huan, held his arm, and rubbed her face against him gently.

"This look, and this smell..."

"Is this... a bloody smell?"

vomit~
What a strong smell of blood!

But it seems not bad.

"Xiao Yue, don't be rude. Go wash your hands and sit down!" Yan Jiangli, as a father, finally couldn't help it and scolded harshly.

"Brother~ I have been following your updates for a long time~ I am the leader of the fans of looks in the alien circle!"

A fan of looks?

A very straightforward fan group.

Yan Huan subconsciously tried to pull his arm back, but Yan Yue was surprisingly strong and held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"Xiao Yue, everyone says that you didn't inherit the Yan family's skills, but judging from your strength, I'm afraid that what you have learned is not inferior to Yan Yu at all, right?"

Yan Huan asked, this cousin looks delicate and harmless, but her strength is so incredible that it is unbelievable.

"How does she find the balance between being fragile and powerful?"

Yan Yu pouted and said, "After all, Xiaoyue doesn't have the talent for acting!"

"But I have a talent for refining weapons." Yan Yue had a sweet smile on her face. She rolled up her long sleeves, and a braided rope with small silver bells hanging on it was wrapped around her slender arms.

"It's a magical tool for amplification. I used to practice under a master in Tiangong Hall. He saw that I had talent, so he passed on all his skills to me."

"Later, the master went abroad and we lost contact."

Tiangongtang is the sect where Ma Benzai, who mastered the "divine machine", belongs. The sect has a history of more than 400 years. Some of the members moved out to learn foreign skills. The one Yan Yue follows is this sect that combines Chinese and Western skills.

"No wonder, he is the most scarce weapon refiner in the circle."

(End of this chapter)