Brother, this showman

"Running so fast, I don't even say it's okay, really."

Seeing that his arms were empty, Ye Wenqing shyly retracted his hands that were frozen in the air, and let out a soft sigh mixed with bitterness and helplessness.

Feng Lianchen picked up Hu Haha, who was ugly as a chadun, like picking up a radish, his footsteps suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, he limped forward again.

"Okay, stop pretending." Ye Wenqing came back to his senses, caught a glimpse of Feng Lianchen's clumsy walking posture from the corner of his eye, and smiled softly, "I knew you were pretending a long time ago."

"No." Feng Lianchen replied carefully, "It's just a little bit better."

Ye Wenqing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he heard that the door behind him was suddenly opened by a burst of gravity, and even the ground trembled.

Feng Lianchen threw away Huhaha in his hand and backed away with Ye Wenqing in his arms, leaving Huhaha standing where he was washed by the flying yellow sand, with only one pair of eyes to see.It was ugly, and now it is even uglier.

After the dust cleared, a black and white group of people gathered outside the door, everyone covered their mouths and noses and cursed.

"I'm talking about Su Zongzhu, your Perak beer is unreliable except for mechs, why are you also unreliable in fire and medicine?"

"Almost killed the old man. The fire blew up before it was lit. Fortunately, the disciples on the side reacted quickly. Otherwise, the old man would have to go to your bedside and sing "Dead Ghost" every night, so I wouldn't scare you to death."

"Ahem, ahem, that... Xie Sect Master, "Dead Ghosts" won't be scary."

"Damn! Don't even mention it, where is the water? I wanted to wash my face, but my face was covered with ashes. I just wanted to talk to my wife, but she slapped me twice, insisting that I was a ghost, and even pulled out my sword. Fortunately, I can kneel quickly."

……

Ye Wenqing's expression changed slightly, he took a step back, covered Feng Lianchen's figure, and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up and change back."

As soon as Feng Lianchen made a move, he heard an indistinguishable voice from the front: "What's going on, is he a rare treasure? Can't he show his true colors?"

Feng Lianchen froze, and quietly glanced at Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing's breathing stagnated slightly, his complexion changed a few times, a slight smile appeared on his lips, he pushed Feng Lianchen into a dark place, and cupped his hands to those who approached, "Mr. Wen."

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was no need to continue to hide Feng Lianchen. Even if he couldn't see it now, he would reveal his secrets in the future, so it was better to show up openly.

Wen Yu stopped, looked at Ye Wenqing expressionlessly, his tense expression relaxed a little, then squinted at Feng Lianchen who was standing in the dark, and snorted coldly as a response.

"Why did Mr. Wen come here?" Ye Wenqing asked suspiciously, looking at the group of Yanrantai disciples behind Wenyu, and the monks who were slowly approaching, each holding a spirit weapon, looking menacing.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help but glanced at Feng Lianchen beside him, his eyes darkened slightly, and his gaze wandered back and forth among the crowd.The green frost in his hand was three inches out of the sheath, and the flowing sword energy floated back and forth in this cramped space, carrying a bit of resolute and chilling air.

"Bastard!" Wen Yu stared blankly for a moment at the murderous intent that appeared in Ye Wenqing's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "What are you doing!"

"No matter what, I won't hand him over this time." Ye Wenqing said firmly.

"Presumptuous!" Wen Yu understood Ye Wenqing's meaning, blew his beard and stared angrily, pointed at Ye Wenqing, then pointed at Feng Lianchen, his fingers trembled, and finally just shook his sleeves and turned his head away, just for a look Not seeing is pure.

Wen Yu was so annoyed by Ye Wenqing that she couldn't explain why she came here.

In desperation, only Lu Yan could answer.

Lu Yan carefully glanced at Wenyu, and slowly approached Ye Wenqing and said in Ye Wenqing's ear, "Every sect has received a strange letter. The letter didn't explain the reason, it just asked everyone to come to Yongding City."

"It's not because of Feng Lianchen?" Ye Wenqing was slightly taken aback.

"Of course not. We didn't even know he was coming out before we came here." Lu Yan blinked blankly.

"Really didn't you come here for Feng Lianchen?"

"……no."

"really not?"

"……no."

"real."

"You only have Feng Lianchen in your eyes, don't you?" Lu Yan got impatient with Ye Wenqing's question, and punched him on the shoulder, interrupting his meaningless question again.

"Yes." Ye Wenqing readily admitted, "He is my darling now. He is afraid of falling in his hand, and afraid of melting in his mouth."

The corners of Feng Lianchen's mouth hidden in the dark could not be restrained from rising, as if chewing honey.

Lu Yan looked at the two of them, got angry for a while, rolled his eyes angrily, and turned around like Wen Yu.

Ye Wenqing was thinking about whether to resign himself to comforting Lu Yan, but suddenly a group of teenagers surrounded him.

"Wow! Isn't this Mr. Ye from Yanrantai?"

"Really! Really!"

"What is said in "The Merry World" is really good, Mr. Ye is really a talent!"

"Hazalagua! Now that you've met a real person, don't buy those stickman portraits that cost five cents apiece!"

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, I want to ask you. How did you feel when you received the silver ticket flower from your younger brother Feng Lianchen? Are you very excited? Also, is that luxurious suite really exciting? fun?"

……

A group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys, who are also fans of "Merry World", after seeing the prototype, were as excited as fireworks exploding in the sky, crackling and unstoppable.

Ye Wenqing just had a headache, a very headache, and didn't want to maintain any proper manners in front of Wenyu, so he quietly took a few steps back, turned around and threw himself into Feng Lianchen's arms, and said hurriedly: "Hurry up! Hurry up! "

Without further ado, Feng Lianchen picked up Ye Wenqing, buried his face in his arms, and nodded at Chao Wenyu: "Young master, please take your brother away first."

Before Wen Yu could say yes, Feng Lianchen left in such a big way, and he didn't forget to tie Hu Haha with a rope and drag him away before leaving.

"Nonsense!" Wen Yu pointed at the two people's retreating figures, and looked at Lu Yan angrily, "Should I let them go?"

Lu Yan shook his head honestly: "No."

"There are no rules at all, it's too presumptuous!" Wen Yu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

The group of teenagers shouted enviously, and some even took out a small booklet and wrote it down happily, and then invited their friends to admire it.In the end, their parents grabbed their ears and beat them up, and then they were able to calm down.

But it was because of Feng Lianchen's "Senior Brother" just now that everyone recalled the man who was hiding behind Ye Wenqing and didn't pay much attention just now, and their eyes widened immediately.

"That was Feng Lianchen just now?"

"He's back? Has the seal of the Soul Market been broken?"

"But I didn't see a vision either."

"Feng Lianchen is back, did he come to take revenge? Could it be he wrote that letter too?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression changed, they subconsciously clenched the Lingwu in their hands, and instinctively looked at Wenyu, as if they had found the backbone for a moment.

"I don't know." Wenyu stroked his beard leisurely without being surprised, "But there is one thing we all know, Feng Lianchen is not my Yanrantai disciple. There is no abnormality in Cangwu Yunding at the moment, the old man just received the letter Xin came to Yongding City."

Everyone looked embarrassed, looked away, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

When Ye Wenqing returned to the inn that he had booked earlier, Xiao Er was leaning sleepily on the door frame. He was scared out of his wits by Ye Wenqing's knock on the door, and sat down on the ground.

"Awake?" Ye Wenqing looked into Xiao Er's pitiful eyes in surprise, and smiled, "I thought you were asleep, and your eyes are narrowed. I'm really sorry."

"No...it doesn't matter, she was born so small."

"Condolences."

"..."

Xiao Er scratched his head, not knowing what Ye Wenqing meant by mourning for a moment, he turned sideways to make way for him, and watched him go upstairs.

It wasn't until Ye Wenqing's figure disappeared at the stairs that Xiao Er realized the meaning of the condolences, and sat silently on the threshold. Before he could feel sentimental, he saw a group of people walking over.

"Yo? This little girl is asleep, why don't we change places?"

"I slept so soundly, my head is still moving."

"It's really enviable."

"Guest officers, I'm awake." Xiao Er felt that his heart had been stabbed a few more times, stood up in frustration, rubbed his eyes, and tried his best to open them as wide as possible.

"Ouch! You scared me!" A young man patted his chest with lingering fear, and met Xiaoer's gaze, "Brother, it's not easy for you."

"..."

Leaning against the window, Ye Wenqing gently pushed open a slit to look at the movement downstairs. The sects he stayed in included Yanrantai, Qingfengmen, Baichuan, Thunderbolt Pear, etc., and some unnamed sects.

"Should we change the inn?" Ye Wenqing touched his chin and said to himself, "If so many people fight, I may not be able to fight."

"Senior brother doesn't need to do anything." Feng Lianchen handed the poured hot tea to Ye Wenqing, raised his hand and closed the window.

"Is it possible that you can defeat a hundred with one?"

"This... I haven't tried it."

"Then don't try it." Ye Wenqing lowered his head and sipped his hot tea, pretending to be joking, "I don't want to be stabbed by you again."

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen was helpless, leaning on the window sill with his hands, he leaned forward and wrapped Ye Wenqing in his arms, bowed his head and kissed away the water stains on his lips.

"I'm sorry." Feng Lianchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were stained with self-blame and distress, and he raised his hand to cover the direction he stabbed before, "Why don't senior brother stab me with a sword? Two swords are also fine, as long as senior brother is willing."

As he said that, Feng Lianchen summoned Wuming stuffed in Ye Wenqing's hand, and stabbed him in the abdomen with his hand gesture.

"Hey hey!" Ye Wenqing slapped Wuming far away, fearing that Feng Lianchen would really stab himself a few times, and slapped him on the head, "Can't the brain get into the wind? After intentionally hurting the foot and then If you want to poke yourself, do you feel that your life is too easy?"

"I just want to let my brother feel at ease."

"Big fart, if you have something good or bad, I will really become a widower. Besides, this time is not for you. What happens later has nothing to do with you. You don't have to think about taking on things that have nothing to do with you. Do you hear me?" Ye Wenqing grabbed Feng Lianchen by the collar, pulled him down slightly, met those deep eyes, and looked at him warningly.

Ye Wenqing was really afraid that Feng Lianchen would do stupid things again, and the worry in his eyes did not subside for a moment.

"Okay, I heard." Feng Lianchen smiled, and took advantage of the opportunity to peck him lightly on the cheek.

Ye Wenqing, who had been busy all night, originally planned to sleep in peace of mind before thinking about other things, but he missed the concentration of a certain little bastard.

While half asleep and half awake, he brought out the two unfilial sons to say hello. At first Ye Wenqing strongly refused, but later, Feng Lianchen, a vixen, used sorcery to completely lose his mind.His unfilial son was allowed to go to other places to enjoy the scenery, and his blood was boiling and his tears were flowing, and his children and grandchildren took it out again.

The spring is infinite, generously gifted with strands of fragrance, stirring a pool of spring water, rippling with vitality and the blushing face of the lover.The startled circles and ripples scattered the gentle voices between the lovers word by word, but it was also the most beautiful sound of nature in the world.

Ye Wenqing was so tired that she couldn't move her fingers, she resolutely and mercilessly abandoned Feng Lianchen's son who was active again.

After tossing and tossing for a while before resting, the dream was only half done when it was shattered by the voice resounding through the sky outside.