Brother thinks I'm too silly, what should I do?

Mingran felt a little nervous, and shook her arms, "Hey, don't pretend to me, don't think that you don't have to do errands for me because you are uncomfortable, don't do this."

The person in his arms bit his lower lip tightly and did not speak.

"you……"

Ming Ran probed his forehead, it was as cold as an ice kiln, and then bent down to probe for spiritual power, the spiritual power in his body surged, as if something was fighting inside him, he frowned, and couldn't help being suspicious.

Fu Nanqiao reluctantly opened his mouth, "The aura in Cangliang Mountain is too heavy, and the devil energy in my body can't take it..."

Hearing this, the suspicion in Ming Ran's heart weakened a little, he hugged her up, and said helplessly, "I really owe you what I owe you in my previous life."

Luo Chen got up and looked at Chu Ningxi and Song Boyao who were sitting in his room, and then unconsciously looked at the empty table. Since Fu Nanqiao said he was unwell last time, he hadn't come here for three days to escape the summer heat. up.

Chu Ningxi turned her head to look at Luo Chen who was about to leave with the sword, and said with a smile, "Is the elder brother going to see the younger brother?"

Song Boyao who was fanning Chu Ningxi next to him was puzzled, "What are you looking at him for?"

Chu Ningxi said, "Little brother is most afraid of heat, if it wasn't extremely uncomfortable, why didn't he come for several days?"

Luo Chen paused, Fu Nanqiao was the most afraid of heat, how uncomfortable it was, he didn't even want to enjoy the shade.

Just thinking about it, Luo Chen frowned secretly.

——What does it have to do with him whether he is uncomfortable or not?

"I'm going to practice swords." Luo Chen emphasized, "I'm not going to see him."

When Fu Nanqiao woke up in a daze, he was already in the resort, and the raging devil energy in his body was calmed down to suppress his spiritual power, so he didn't need to spend a lot of trouble.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, he would be more relaxed if the demon king wasn't staring at him motionlessly beside his bed when he woke up.

"...the Lord Demon."

Fu Nanqiao was about to get up, but was pushed back by the devil, "Daughter-in-law, don't be too polite."

"..."

The phrase "daughter-in-law" made Fu Nanqiao feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, and a nameless sympathy welled up in her heart.

——Father, believe it or not, the daughter-in-law you speak of is really your real son.

The Demon King patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Is your daughter-in-law hungry? Father and King set out a meal for you in the front hall, do you want to eat?"

Fu Nanqiao's eyes darkened, and there was a strange feeling in his heart. The demon king's unintentional words, father, seemed to have pierced his heart with a needle. His father, moreover, was not as vicious as he thought. There was a bit of foolishness in his gentleness. The guilt of denying him was mixed with the desire for family affection. Fu Nanqiao couldn't help but blush.

The Demon King had a panoramic view of his complicated appearance, and patted his head, "I haven't seen you in a resort before, I heard from Mingran that you often travel far away, child, you don't have anything to do with the revivalists, do you? "

Today's Demon King is only thinking about having fun in peace, hiding in the resort and shutting himself out. He has long since severed contact with the revivalists, and he has set rules not to allow the disciples of the resort to associate with the revivalists.

Fu Nanqiao was a little relieved, and shook his head, "It's just for fun. Don't worry, the devil, Nan Qiao has never hurt anyone."

The Demon King looked at him with some hesitation, hesitant to speak.

"Can you..." The Demon King pursed his lips, "Call me Father?"

Fu Nanqiao was shocked, "What?"

"Well, although you are not married to my son, but the king likes you from the bottom of his heart and is kind to you, so can the child call me father?"

Hearing this, Fu Nanqiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his identity had been exposed, he was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat.

"Can you?" The Demon King looked at him excitedly.

Fu Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat, and his voice was barely audible, "...Father."

"Hey!"

The Demon King clapped his hands, happy like a child, and hurriedly pulled Fu Nanqiao up, "Come on, Father King will take you to dinner."

Fu Nanqiao was pushed away by the devil a little stiffly, her nose couldn't help sore, and the family relationship that had been confused for a long time suddenly found its way back, and she was a little flattered.

The magic energy in the resort is too strong, it is not as good as the desolate fairy energy to nourish the spirit. Many flowers, plants and trees are withered all the year round, and there is a strange atmosphere around at night, only the dark green moss has a bit of vitality, which makes people feel happy. Fu Nanqiao felt that this was a place with living people.

In the front hall, Mingran was sitting on the right side of the long table. When she saw them coming in, she got up and called her father, then glanced at him.

For some reason, the two looked at each other, and the maid next to them pushed and pushed each other as if they had eaten candy.

Fu Nanqiao didn't dare to look at him for too long, sat on the left side of the long table, the devil's face was full of joy, sat in the middle and picked up chopsticks to pick up dishes for Fu Nanqiao, as if he wanted to eat all the dishes It's like putting them in his bowl, but after a while, Fu Nanqiao's bowls piled up high.

Ming Ran glanced sideways at Fu Nanqiao, a little dissatisfied, "Father, why are you treating him so well?"

The Demon King was taken aback, then smiled, "This is my daughter-in-law, she's my half son."

Fu Nanqiao's heart warmed, she lowered her head and ate in a muffled voice.

Mingran didn't take it seriously, shrugged, "Just as long as you're happy."

In the evening, Fu Nanqiao lay in a daze in the room prepared for him by the devil, and finally had a chance to ponder unscrupulously in his hidden thoughts.

In recent years, he has been in the scenic spot, and he has seen his father a few times. Before, he just watched from a distance, but now that he is closer, he feels that the devil's temperament is full of foolishness. His mother left the devil for the sake of ascension, and he I don't know how much it hurts him to deny him in order not to be related to the demons.

Fu Nanqiao's heart softened, and he recognized him a little. He was his father after all. Although Cangliang treated him well, but when he saw Cangliang's disciple go home from vacation and stay with his parents, he really didn't know what to do. It's a lonely heart.

——Wait a little longer, until he is stronger.

A bamboo stick seemed to be under control, digging the soil mechanically, and the young man in Tsing Yi leaned on the back of the tree casually, waiting for Yingtao Wine to be unearthed.

Although he and Fu Nanqiao have been bickering for ten years, they have reached a consensus on the matter of drinking. Both of them like Yingtao wine, and they will be buried in the old place every year, waiting to be unearthed in the next year.

In Luo Chen's mind, he thought of Fu Nanqiao's smile from ear to ear when he saw the unearthed Yingtao wine, and couldn't help laughing. After laughing for a long time, he realized that he was like a fool facing a big tree.

"Fu Nanqiao, Yingtao has been unearthed."

"..."

The door was gently closed, and Luo Chen put Yingtao wine on the table.

"What's wrong? Talk?"

There was no movement from the tightly closed bed curtain, Luo Chen walked over worried.

Yu Qijian gently opened it, and there was nothing in the bed curtain. The veins on Luo Chen's forehead twitched, and he kicked the door angrily.

——It turned out that he went out to play secretly, and he really thought he had some serious illness!

When Fu Nanqiao told the Demon King that he was going to continue his journey, the Demon King handed him a lot of delicious and interesting things to take with him on the road, as if he was afraid that he would be wronged a little.

Fu Nanqiao's heart warmed up, "Thank you, Father."

Mingran next to him was taken aback, watching him and not speaking.

Fu Nanqiao didn't take it seriously, and when she turned to leave, Mingran clamped her wrist tightly, turned her head and said to the Demon King, "Father, you should go back first, my 'Madam' and I have something to explain."

The Demon King nodded, gave him a complicated look, and then walked back with the maid.

Mingran raised her eyebrows, "Your father's name is really easy to say, those who don't know think you are his son."

Fu Nanqiao's back was stiff, and he sneered, "Young Master, you have said that you have to do a full set of acting, so I'm overstepping the rules."

Mingran smiled at him playfully, "Madam is really smart."

Cold sweat broke out on Fu Nanqiao's back, and he always felt that his not-so-smart brother was going to strangle him to death in a second.

"Don't forget the glass stone."

"Don't worry, young master."

"Well, let's go."

Fu Nanqiao nodded again and again, turned and ran away.

A few little rabbits walked around the bamboo house in Fengchi unscrupulously, mixed with the heat of midsummer, it was not against the harmony at all, a few willow trees planted next to it happened to block the sunlight, a white shirt was lying on a rocking chair in Fengchi Kun Ting Ke Yi Yan.

Ling Yao sat next to him drinking tea, surprisingly did not argue with him, Feng Chi felt unaccustomed, and was trying to find fault, when Luo Chen with a dark face passed by them.

"Hey, nephew..."

Luo Chen walked away with a wisp of wind as if he had never heard of it.

"..."

Before Fengchi realized why the kid ignored him, Fu Nanqiao ran over again.

Feng Chi understood, "Why are you so angry with your elder brother?"

Fu Nanqiao was out of breath after chasing him, and he raised his head with a blank face, "I also... I don't know, I just told him to drink and he ignored me, and he didn't turn around no matter how I called him, I... Chased He's been chasing him for half a day."

Feng Chi laughed, "It's true that the master can be the same as the apprentice. Don't be sad, my good disciple, just coax me."

Ling Yao cast a sideways glance at him, "What's wrong with me?"

Feng Chi shrugged his shoulders, "It's nothing, I just like to get angry, and I always put on a face and don't say what's bothering you."

Ling Yao sneered, "It's better than you. If you get angry, you run away. You can't find anyone for ten days and a half."

"I only went to those places in total, you don't know how to look for them? I hid for ten days and half a month and I didn't see you come to look for them!"

"I'm used to you! I won't look for you!"

Fu Nanqiao sighed, left the battlefield, and continued to chase Luo Chen.

Luo Chen took Yu Qi to the bamboo forest to practice swords, obviously out of anger, every move seemed to cut down all the bamboos without mercy, Fu Nanqiao took a step back with Yingtao wine, no Dare to step forward.

On the way back to the desolate place from the resort, he kept thinking about the peach wine in the bamboo forest. As soon as he returned to the room, he saw the peach wine on the table. It must have been dug out by Luo Chen. Having a drink with him, Luo Chen somehow turned around and left with a sullen face when he saw him.

Just as he was thinking, a gust of cold wind rushed over his head and face, and Luo Chen's gust of wind hit him, but he didn't move him at all, and landed on the tree behind him.

click-

An old tree died instantly.

Fu Nanqiao was taken aback, and smiled obsequiously, "Elder brother, what's wrong, who made you unhappy?"

"Tree."

"..."

"Why are you angry with the tree?" Fu Nanqiao walked over and wanted to hook his shoulders, but was pushed back half a step by Luo Chen, and he was not angry, and handed over a jar of Yingtao "you must have fun when you are happy in life, don't let Jinzun Air to moon, senior brother, taste the old wine."

Luo Chen looked up at the sun, blushed for a while, and didn't want to pay attention to Fu Nanqiao's conversation, so he turned around and practiced his sword.

Yunjuanyunshu, bamboo forest flickering dark and bright, Fu Nanqiao drank wine alone to get drunk, turned to look at Luo Chen who was still practicing sword, but couldn't take his eyes off.