It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Fu Feng chuckled and pulled her to buy four meat buns first.

They stood in front of the steamer and enjoyed the hot food.

Lan Qingya's eyes sparkled after she finished eating. Fu Feng wrapped up the three trays of buns that had just come out of the pot in the store and stuffed them into her storage ring.

She had finished eating anyway, and when she looked at Ying Zhao and Tu Shanwei, she suddenly said, "It's like throwing meat buns at a dog."

The two of them looked pretending to be angry, and Ying Zhao raised his hand to hit her with the bun.

"Hey! Don't waste it!" She said with a giggle and went to the next house.

The four people ate from the beginning to the end of the street. When they felt they could not eat anymore, they used their spiritual power to dissolve the food and then continued eating.

Finally, she didn’t want to eat anymore. Lan Qingya touched her stomach and shook her head: “I really can’t eat anymore.”

Tu Shanwei saw Fu Feng was about to come closer, so he quickly pulled Lan Qingya to his side and said, "Let's go and see what fun things are there."

Ying Zhao calmly walked to her other side and said, "Well, let's go and take a look together."

Fu Feng realized later: it seemed that he was boycotted by them.

So the four of them bought a lot of walnuts, bracelets, teapots, incense burners, jade pendants, masks, kites...

As the sky gradually darkened, lanterns were lit in every shop.

Lan Qingya had four masks hanging on her head and neck, her arms were wrapped with bracelets, and she was holding a folding fan, a round fan, and a string of Buddhist beads in her hands.

She wanted to put it away, but Tu Shanwei wouldn't let her.

"If you put it away, it's the same as not buying anything. This is how you hold it so it feels like the Lantern Festival."

So, all four of them were hung up like Christmas trees.

Lan Qingya saw Fu Feng put on a black and red mask with squinting eyes, pointed at him and laughed: "So ugly!"

She took off the red-faced ghost on her body and handed it to Ying Zhao: "Try it."

Ying Zhao sneered: "It's ugly, I don't want it."

Lan Qingya pestered him: "Hey, try it, you won't lose a piece of meat if you try it, okay..."

Ying Zhao couldn't suppress the curve of his lips, but still said stubbornly: "I don't want it."

"Qingqing..."

Tu Shanwei behind her suddenly called her.

Lan Qingya and the other two turned around at the same time.

But the white-haired man was seen standing in front of the mask stall, wearing a light cloud-colored brocade robe and a silver-white half-mask on his face, which added a bit of hazy fantasy like seeing flowers in the fog to his gorgeous appearance.

This boy is simply a monster.

Lan Qingya's heart was deeply moved.

She walked up to him, raised her hand and took off the mask, revealing his true appearance.

When their eyes met, something in the air quickly sugarified and turned into pink bubbles.

On the second floor of the teahouse next to them, someone was watching this scene with cold eyes.

"Master, everything is ready." The person behind him said respectfully.

The man in front of him suddenly exuded a fierce and dangerous aura. He didn't dare to say a word, or even look up to find out what was going on.

"Go ahead and start on time."

"Yes."

The person behind him had left for a long time, but he was still in a state of rage.

He was trembling all over, his face flushed abnormally, and his breathing became unrhythmic due to excessive anger and jealousy.

Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, he has to achieve his goal step by step.

This Lantern Festival is nothing big.

There will be tens of millions of Lantern Festivals for him and her in the future.

The madness at the corners of his red eyes gradually faded away, and the teacup in his hand was crushed and bleeding.

The man was completely unaware, his eyes fixed on the graceful figure downstairs, as if he was looking at his property.

Ying Zhao and Fu Feng would not give Tu Shanwei the opportunity to display his charm.

One of them stepped forward and put his arms around Lan Qingya's neck, the other one grabbed Tu Shanwei's arm, and the four of them walked towards the largest colorful lantern at the end of the street.

Lan Qingya looked back at the second-floor window of the teahouse as if she had sensed something.

There is nothing there.

She handed the fan in her hand to Fu Feng and took three more lovely lanterns for herself.

A palace lantern, a beauty lantern, and a rabbit lantern.

Tu Shanwei and Ying Zhao also took two lamps each, but Fu Feng's hands were too full to take any more.

Surrounded by the crowd, they moved slowly towards Aoshan.

The huge Aoshan Mountain is like a small city gate, painted vividly and colorfully.

Many monsters gathered around Aoshan Mountain, with figures floating around and it was very lively.

Once entering the square centered on Aoshan, even the vendors selling lanterns dared not move, for fear of being swept to an unknown location by the crowded crowd.

Lan Qingya and the other three squeezed in front of a lantern riddle stall, guessed a few riddles, and won a few lanterns.

Fu Feng rarely showed an expression of exhaustion, lowered his head and whispered in Lan Qingya's ear: "Can I put the things in my hand back first? I really can't hold it anymore."

Lan Qingya's ears were tickled by his breath and she chuckled twice: "Okay."

Just as Fu Feng freed his hands to pick up the things, he heard someone shouting, "Stop pushing, stop pushing! The colorful dragon is coming!"

This sound was like a switch, and the flow of people in the square suddenly surged more violently.

The final dragon dance is the tradition and climax of the Lantern Festival in Qingchuan City every year. The already crowded square becomes even more congested due to the crowds of people.

The four were quickly separated by the madly surging crowd, and a colorful dragon lantern over a hundred meters long appeared in the air.

Supported by more than thirty men in black, the dragon lantern floated above Aoshan Square, as if it had really come alive.

Two of the lanterns in Lan Qingya's hands were broken by the crush, and the mask and beads on her body were also painful.

She didn't want to use magic for fear of hurting others, so she could only move little by little to a place where there were fewer people.

It was too crowded and she had great difficulty in moving.

Just as he was about to use the protective spiritual shield to force his way through, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

The man pulled her hard, using his body to clear the way for her, and she was soon brought to the corner of the square.

"Thank you very much." Her hair was loosened by the squeeze, and she looked less bold and decisive than usual, and more graceful and elegant.

The person in front of her was wearing a black demon mask, and she couldn't see his face.

The man did not answer. He looked at her deeply and quickly through his mask, then turned and left.

Lan Qingya:?

When you go out and meet a kind-hearted person who is eager to help others and likes to save beautiful women?

She turned her head in confusion, but the man had already disappeared.

The space in the marginal areas was constantly being compressed. Lan Qingya didn't want to become the meat filling in the beef balls again, so she could only follow the flow of people and turn to the street next to her.

The pressure dissipated in an instant.

Lan Qingya looked up at the dragon lantern surging in the air leisurely and sighed in her heart.

People are really surprised that few people stay here even though it is only a few steps away from the center.

Even though the square was so crowded that people were deformed, some people still rushed in without hesitation.

Many people know that they should quit while they are ahead, but few can actually do it.

She, Lan Qingya, is such a wise person.

She was standing there feeling good about herself when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and her body was involuntarily pulled into the narrow corridor between the two houses.