Chapter 247 Dumbo is coming

Money can make ghosts push the mill, and money can make cats pick up pens.

Wan'an was very positive. After the monkeys walked away, a few more sheep climbed onto the stage. Listening to their bleating sounds, they quickly picked up their pens to write.

"Do you want to hear what Xiaoyang is saying?" Wan An put the notebook on Xie Juan's lap and pushed it with his paw.

Xie Juanchao looked at the words on the notebook and nodded: "Please help me translate it."

"Okay." After receiving the reply, Wan'an nodded repeatedly, picked up his pen and started writing.

Sheep A: The leader said that after the performance tonight, let me have grass barbecue. (20 words, Chenghui 2 gold coins)

Sheep B: I want to eat roasted wolf meat. (10 words, Chenghui 1 gold coin)

Sheep A: Forget about wolf meat. I’m not interested. I’d rather eat mutton hot pot. (20 words, Chenghui 2 gold coins)

"Returning the mutton hot pot, this is not a sheep, it is a wolf." Wan An pushed the book and motioned to Xie Juanchao to read it quickly.

Soon a baby elephant flapped its ears and flew down from the top of the stage.

Xie Juanchao gently covered Wan An's ears with both hands and asked with concern: "Will this make you feel better?"

When he was getting angry, a pair of warm hands would cover his pointed ears.

"Want to see——"

Under the stage lights, a giant shadow flapped its wings and enveloped the entire auditorium.

Staring at the obviously forced words and notes in the notebook, Xie Junchao fell into silence.

"You've done very well, kid. I'll give you two gold coins." Wan'an nodded with satisfaction.

"Dumbo?" Wan'an stood up excitedly again, put his feet on his feet and looked at the stage.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work." Wan An raised his paw to touch the gold coin, and then wrote something to ask Xie Junchao to keep it for him temporarily.

“I really want to see Dumbo’s performance——”

Before the show even started, Wan'an earned a hundred gold coins by translating some nonsense with Xie Juchao.

When the children saw this shadow outline, they shouted excitedly: "It's Dumbo, Dumbo is coming."

"Yes, this is Dumbo. Dumbo has prepared a show for his good friends. Do you want to watch it?" said a loud male voice.

An elephant roar resounded through the sky, accompanied by the sound of the wind.

"Welcome to Fairytale Town..."

When he saw Dumbo, he climbed onto the table excitedly, waved his arms and shouted.

"Moo——"

"The person here now is our good friend. Do you know who it is?" the loud male voice asked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, everyone -" a loud male voice came from above the vertical white light on the stage.

This time, not only the children at the table next to Wan An, but also the entire circus audience responded at the top of their lungs, which made Wan An's head buzz.

"Welcome to Fairy Tale Town Circus."

Just lying there helpless, Wan An looked towards the stage, curious about who the owner of the voice was.

Hearing this, Wan'an stood up from Xie Juan's lap excitedly.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the stage.

"Moo——"

It's boring, the system doesn't respond, it's obvious that this is not a real fairy tale town.

Dumbo heard the child's call, raised his trunk and roared, as if in response.

[Put the left pocket in and the right pocket out, you both have nothing to do]

Xie Juanchao took the gold coin from the right windbreaker pocket to Wan An, then listened to Wan An and helped her collect it, then put it into the left pocket.

There was no announcement from the system, Wan'an's face dropped, and he silently lay back on Xie Juanchao's lap.

When the performance time came, the lights in the auditorium were turned off one after another, leaving only the light on the stage.

"Dumbo, Dumbo, it's Dumbo." There was a child at the table next to Wan'an.

He silently raised his hand and took out five gold coins, put them on Wan'an's notebook, and said in a complicated tone, "Thank you for your hard work."

I raised my paw to cover it, but couldn't.

With her hands protecting her, she could still hear the audience's excited roars, but at least they were no longer harsh, shaking her brain to a pulp.

Xie Junchao's hands were not actually pressed against Wan An's ears, but were covered in the air, leaving a very small gap between the palms of his hands and his ears.

When Wan An nodded, the soft hairs on the pointed cat ears brushed against Xie Juan's palms.

Speed ​​of life and death, please correct the typo later
Chapter completed!