Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Fortunately, Duan Qianhege's physique is not bad, and he woke up after a while. When he opened his eyes and saw the yellow talisman paper spread in front of him, he almost fainted again in fright.Lan Liang stuffed the yellow talisman paper back into his small satchel. Although it was used for drawing, it still has some effect on ghosts and ghosts, such as Duan Qianhege who just fainted.

When Lan Liang reached into the satchel, he accidentally bumped into something, took it out to have a look, it turned out to be the leftover candy, hidden so deep that he thought he had eaten it long ago.Glancing at Duan Qianhege, whose face turned pale after waking up, he peeled off the candy wrapper and handed the candy over. Duan Qianhege tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand what he meant.

Impatiently, Lan Liang forcefully opened Duan Qianhege's mouth, and stuffed sugar into it, as if feeding someone poison.Duan Qianhege resisted a little, and stopped resisting the moment the sugar rolled on the tip of his tongue. The sweet and rich milk taste spread in his mouth, and Duan Qianhege squinted his eyes unconsciously.

Even in summer, the evening wind is still chilly, especially when Lan Liang was sweated by the sun just now, and now when the wind blows, he sneezes when the tip of his nose itches, the sound is not loud but the hearing of the people in the house is excellent.

Before everyone could react, the door opened, and a black figure flashed out from the room. The original position of the blue beam disappeared, and there was another gust of wind, and the door was kicked mercilessly and then closed tightly. The whole process happened at in the blink of an eye.

Lan Liang only felt that someone was carrying him and clamped him around his waist, and then he was thrown on the soft bed. He blinked a few times in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Yin Ning surrounded him with a mattress with a gloomy face. Circle and circle, like wrapping rice dumplings.

"You—" Lan Lianghua sneezed again after catching him, and felt a stream of fluid pouring down his nasal cavity, and then dripped on the bedding. Lan Liang silently threw the bedding down.

"You still dislike me for running out of my own body?" Yin Ning was annoyed and funny, and took the handkerchief for him to blow his nose.

Lan Liang was about to speak, but was blocked by sneezing again, and was silent for a while, then suddenly huddled in the corner of the bed with his back facing the outside, his cheeks puffed up and covered with a new bedding.

Lan Liang heard Yin Ning's footsteps going away, and immediately turned his head. Looking at the direction he was walking, he knew that he was going to the kitchen. Thinking about it with his toes, he knew that he was going to get him a bitter and astringent soup.Lan Liang huddled under the quilt to pretend to be asleep, maybe because of the cold, he felt drowsy and fell asleep.

Lan Liang, who was sleeping, could not escape the fate of taking the soup into his stomach. He only felt that the bitter and warm liquid had been poured into his mouth, and resisted pushing the spoon out with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to turn over but was imprisoned and unable to move. He could only hear a deep voice coaxing him patiently: "Hey, stop drinking after this sip."

Letting down his vigilance and taking a sip, Lan Liang felt the spoon against his lips again, and struggled a few times in resistance, he heard the voice again: "Hey, take the last sip, stop drinking. "

In the "last sip" over and over again, Lan Liang finally drank the decoction for the whole night.

He always felt that Yin Ning's voice was around his ears, as if he was talking about something, but the man who moved closer to him wanted to hear it more clearly, but stopped talking.

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The next day.

Lan Liang woke up from the nightmare of the last bite, subconsciously looked around, he was alone on the bed, but the sound outside the room was a bit noisy, he even heard Wen Feng's voice.

Putting on your shoes, you opened the paper window and looked at it. It was Wen Feng and the others. At this time, a group of people were circling around Duan Qianhe's song troupe. One of them asked, "Which peak are you a disciple of? Why haven't I seen you?" ?”

Duan Qianhege was not afraid of being surrounded by a few strangers, he glanced around a few times, remembered their appearance, and grinned at them.

Several people were blushed by the beauty's smile, and they were embarrassed to surround him again. Only Wen Feng didn't care much, his eyes kept glancing at the door that was still closed, and his expression was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to shout. .

Lan Liang quickly got dressed, combed his hair casually, and went out after washing up. After all, they came in at this time, who usually couldn't get in, and they were still in groups. There must be some team task Need their group to complete.

Seeing the person he wanted to see, Wen Feng's eyes lit up, and he handed over the wooden box in his hand: "Ah Liang, you haven't had breakfast yet, I brought you porridge. It's not good to eat too greasy in the morning, but I brought you pickles, very good for dinner."

Lan Liang took it; "Thank you."

Just after waking up, Lan Liang opened his mouth with a hoarse voice, and Wen Feng's ears were slightly red: "You're welcome, I'll wait for you here, let's eat first."

After speaking, he pushed Lan Liang into the room. Lan Liang glanced at Wen Feng who was sitting on the steps, and opened the meal box after blinking. It was indeed a plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge, as well as some buns and steamed dumplings. Lan Liang gave the buns and steamed dumplings to Da Zhuang and Duan Qianhege who hadn't had breakfast yet.

He ate the porridge with pickles himself.

Lan Liang licked his lips casually, put the empty bowl in the lunch box, walked outside, and sat on the steps with Wen Feng: "What is the mission?"

"This mission is a bit special—" Wen Feng was a little confused: "I'm afraid it will take three to five months to come back."

Wen Feng handed him a piece of paper, Lan Liang looked at the content on the paper, frowned, pointed to an item on it and asked: "What does the task have to do with digging sweet potatoes?"

Looking down, other tasks besides digging sweet potatoes are indeed extremely difficult.

"Ah?" Wen Feng looked at him: "I don't know, it's ranked first, and it's easy, so it should be used for warming up."

"One person, one mu of land, you can't use spiritual power, and you have to finish it in a day?" Lan Liang has seen how big an mu of land is, and when he saw the first item, he wanted to abstain. He had already begun to hate sweet potatoes.

"But after completing this mission, we can go back to our hometown to visit our family." Wen Feng saw that Lan Liang was reluctant to persuade him: "The premise is that everyone in our team must complete the mission, and there is no time limit for this mission."

The most important thing is that he can complete the task with Lan Liang, this is his happiest moment.

"It's all the fault of Sweet Potato Ning."

Lan Liang muttered, but still wrote his name on the task list, and gave the list to Wen Feng for safekeeping.

"Let's go."

Wen Feng smiled and folded his task list and Lan Liang's task list together, put them in his arms, glanced at Lan Liang's face, bent his lips helplessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth: " Still reckless."

Someone in a dark place crushed the stove in his hand.

With a smile on his face, the demon lord gritted his teeth and said: "It's the best and most important thing to call me here."

However, someone who didn't know what to do provoked him frequently: "Hurry up! Look at your grandson! Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Lan Liang reluctantly followed them to the sweet potato field with his small satchel on his back.

Duan Qianhege saw that they were leaving, so he followed Lan Liang step by step. Lan Liang tilted his head and glanced at him, but didn't stop him. He touched the things in the satchel, and felt relieved when he felt that they were still there.

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Sweet potato land.

Lan Liang was digging sweet potatoes with a worried face. Many roots were broken due to too much force. Duan Qianhege followed him to help him dig. Lan Liang stopped to look at him, looked at his fair face, and asked suspiciously: "Huang Where is the symbol?"

Hearing this, Duan Qianhege rubbed his face with both hands, and the yellow talisman appeared. Lan Liang took a step forward and removed the talisman paper pasted on his forehead. Without the seal of the talisman paper, Duan Qianhege became a The beast, aggrieved, barked at Lan Liang twice.

Lan Liang climbed onto his back, grabbed the hair on his body, and kicked his legs: "Drive!"

Duan Qianhe Ge: "..."

"You run into the sweet potato field, and you can pull out the sweet potato." Lan Liang discussed with him: "I'll treat you to roasted sweet potatoes if it's finished within three hours."

Duan Qianhe Ge: "..."

Although Lan Liang's statement was useful and efficient, it was also possible to crush the sweet potatoes into pieces.

"Hooho."

Lan Liang plucked his hair again: "Hurry up, or I will turn you into a bald beast."

Duan Qianhege, who was threatened to bald his hair if he didn't dig sweet potatoes, couldn't throw him off. Anyway, it will grow again in the next year.

The noon sun became vicious, and Lan Liang couldn't sit still soon. He got off the beast, and Lan Liang stuck the yellow talisman on it. Looking at Duan Qianhege, who had turned back into a boy, his mood was vicissitudes for a moment.

How does he feel that he is being someone's son.

Duan Qianhege walked up to him with a pile of intact sweet potatoes, and looked at Lan Liang expectantly: "Roasted sweet potatoes."

Lan Liang looked at the remaining half of the sweet potato field that hadn't been dug, "I'll dig them out first."

"Ah Liang." Duan Qianhege pointed to the yellow talisman on his face: "Take it off."

After hearing the words, Lan Liang took off the yellow talisman, watched Duan Qianhege turn into a beast, shrunk sharply and became the size of a mole and burrowed into the soil. Within half a cup of tea time, most of the sweet potatoes emerged from the soil .

After three hours, I finally dug up the sweet potato. Lan Liang nodded in satisfaction, and pasted the yellow talisman on Duan Qianhege's face, feeling that Duan Qianhege touched the top of his hair: "Hey, Ah Liang, roast sweet potato .”

Lan Liang: "..."

Lan Liang piled up the sweet potato leaves and dry branches that he had stockpiled a long time ago, and was snatched away as soon as he took out the fire pocket: "Children, you can't play with fire."

Looking at the boy who was about the same age as himself, Lan Liang showed a suspicious expression for the first time, and asked, "How old are you?"

Duan Qianhe Ge paused, took a sweet potato and handed it to him: "Nineteen."

Lan Liang slapped his hand off angrily, why should he be his father when he is one year older than him.

There were rustlings in the sweet potato field, as if someone was passing by, Duan Qianhege ignited the fire calmly, and glanced behind Lan Liang, the rustling sound fell silent instantly.As the fire gradually ignited, Lan Liang buried the sweet potato at the root of the fire: "You can take it out and eat it in a short time."

"En." Duan Qianhege nodded heavily, raised his hand to touch the top of his fluffy hair but was dodged.